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[ "Why was Maitland kidnapped?", "Where was Maitland taken?", "What did Maitland's new room not possess?", "What was Swarts interested in studying in his laboratory?", "Why did Maitland get excited about being held hostage?", "What made Maitland realize he was in the future?", "Why could Ingrid not tell Maitland what year it was?", "How did Maitland beat the second test on the second day?", "Why did they not travel to the other planets?", "Why did Maitland want to be alone after talking to Ingrid?" ]

[ [ "Because he lived out on a reservation", "To get information about the atomic-reaction motor", "Because he wanted to go to the moon", "Because he was strong and ambitious" ], [ "To a different era", "To another planet", "To an enemy nation", "To the moon" ], [ "curves", "a glass window", "a push-button door", "metal furniture" ], [ "time travel", "human nature", "space travel", "geography" ], [ "He had defeated Swarts' tests", "He thought he could travel to Mars", "He enjoyed living in the small room", "He thought Ingrid was pretty" ], [ "A planet", "The terrain", "The people", "The sun" ], [ "She was not allowed to", "She didn't know", "She didn't speak fluent English", "She was unwilling to" ], [ "He refused to be strapped down", "He did math in his head", "He thought about opposite kinds of images", "He closed his eyes" ], [ "They had gone in the past", "They had tried to go and failed", "They had no desire to go", "They could not build rockets" ], [ "He was disappointed ", "She had rejected him", "He was embarrassed by his feelings for her", "He was tired" ] ]

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[ [ "Swarts was chuckling. \"I really hit a semantic push-button there,\n didn't I? Maitland, I brought you here because you're a man who wants", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "\"What's the idea?\" Maitland asked. \"What is all this?\"", "He moved so fast that Maitland couldn't block the blow. It was to the\n solar plexus, just hard enough to double him up, fighting for breath.", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "a while later. \"Honestly. Maitland, I'm working against a time limit.\n If you'll cooperate, I'll tell Ching to answer your questions.\"'", "\"You seem to know everything about me,\" Maitland said defiantly,\n looking up into the hanging forest of cabling. \"Why this recital?\"", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "we want your childish secrets about rocket motors.\" Maitland's heart\n jumped. \"My reason for bringing you here is altogether different. I\n want to give you some psychological tests....\"", "Maitland shook his head stubbornly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Swarts said. \"You want to find out what you're up against.\"", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "Maitland felt his face become hot. \"Men can go anywhere, if they want\n to bad enough.\"\n\n\n \"But\nwhy\n?\"", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"" ], [ "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"", "He moved so fast that Maitland couldn't block the blow. It was to the\n solar plexus, just hard enough to double him up, fighting for breath.", "Wordlessly, Maitland climbed to his feet, preceded Swarts to the\n laboratory, lay down and allowed him to fasten the straps and attach", "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body.\n His breathing quickened.\nNow", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "contrary. Maitland frowned. This place certainly didn't have the\n appearance of a military establishment, and so far there had been\n nothing to suggest the kind of interrogation to be expected from", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "He shook his head, puzzled. The Sun disappeared and its blood-hued\n glow began to fade from the sky. Maitland sat there, trying to get", "The scene disappeared, the lenses of the projector retreated from his\n eyes and Swarts was standing over him, white-lipped. Maitland swore at" ], [ "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "Something moved in the darkness on the other side of the room. Maitland\n started to sit up and it was as though a thousand volts had shorted his\n brain....", "contrary. Maitland frowned. This place certainly didn't have the\n appearance of a military establishment, and so far there had been\n nothing to suggest the kind of interrogation to be expected from", "Wordlessly, Maitland climbed to his feet, preceded Swarts to the\n laboratory, lay down and allowed him to fasten the straps and attach", "one, at about waist level, a push-button projected out of the wall. He\n pressed it; the door slid aside and disappeared. Maitland glanced in at", "wall. The man Maitland had seen outside, now clad in gray trunks and\n sandals, stood across the threshold looking in at him. Maitland stood", "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "He was looking at a door in a partly darkened room, and there were\n footsteps outside, a peremptory knocking. The door flew open,", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "The fellow looked about forty-five. The first details Maitland noticed\n were the forehead, which was quite broad, and the calm, clear eyes.", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body.\n His breathing quickened.\nNow", "The scene disappeared, the lenses of the projector retreated from his\n eyes and Swarts was standing over him, white-lipped. Maitland swore at", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it." ], [ "After that outlandish cell, Swarts' laboratory looked rather\n commonplace. There was something like a surgical cot in the center, and\n a bench along one wall supported several electronics cabinets. A couple", "the instruments, making no resistance at all. When Swarts started\n saying a list of words—doubtlessly some sort of semantic reaction\n test—Maitland began the job of integrating \"csc", "It took Swarts nearly twenty minutes to set up the new apparatus. He\n lowered a bulky affair with two cylindrical tubes like the twin stacks", "Wordlessly, Maitland climbed to his feet, preceded Swarts to the\n laboratory, lay down and allowed him to fasten the straps and attach", "If Swarts was irritated, he didn't show it. \"That was the first test,\"\n he said. \"Let me put it another way. I would appreciate it a lot if", "So—Maitland thought—Swarts could record changes in his skin\n potential, heartbeat, and blood pressure: the involuntary responses of\n the body to stimuli.\n\n\n The question was, what were the stimuli to be?", "There were three questions for which he required answers before he\n could formulate any plan or policy.\n\n\n Where was he?\n\n\n Who was Swarts?", "Startlingly, she laughed, a mellow peal of mirth that had nothing\n forced about it. She turned toward the door again and said over her\n shoulder, \"You will have to ask Swarts about that. I cannot tell you.\"", "It was possible, of course, that this was all an elaborate scheme\n for getting military secrets, despite Swarts' protestations to the", "Swarts was chuckling. \"I really hit a semantic push-button there,\n didn't I? Maitland, I brought you here because you're a man who wants", "Impassively, the man said, \"My name is Swarts. You want to know where\n you are. I am not going to tell you.\" He had an accent, European, but", "have to worry any more about military secrets, or who Swarts was.\n Those questions were irrelevant now. And now he could accept the\n psychological tests at their face value; most likely, they were what", "She smiled. \"In a room downstairs there is the head of a lion. Swarts\n killed the beast when he was a young man. He used a spear. And time", "The scene disappeared, the lenses of the projector retreated from his\n eyes and Swarts was standing over him, white-lipped. Maitland swore at", "Briefly, then, Swarts did smile. \"They won't find you,\" he said. \"Now,\n come with me.\"", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "Maitland shook his head stubbornly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Swarts said. \"You want to find out what you're up against.\"", "all the intelligent social responsibility of a rogue gorilla, but no\n more. He brooded over the damnable stupidity and short-sightedness of\n Swarts in standing by his silly rules and not telling him about this", "\"Come on,\" Swarts said patiently, \"let's get going. We have a lot to\n get through this morning.\"", "can be done with people. Our scientists, like Swarts, are studying\n human rather than nuclear reactions. We are much more fascinated by the\n life and death of cultures than by the expansion or contraction of the" ], [ "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "Swarts was chuckling. \"I really hit a semantic push-button there,\n didn't I? Maitland, I brought you here because you're a man who wants", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"", "\"You seem to know everything about me,\" Maitland said defiantly,\n looking up into the hanging forest of cabling. \"Why this recital?\"", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body.\n His breathing quickened.\nNow", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "With a deliberate effort, Maitland unclenched his fists and tried to\n slow his breathing. Some kind of emotional reaction test—what was the", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "Maitland shook his head stubbornly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Swarts said. \"You want to find out what you're up against.\"", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "Something moved in the darkness on the other side of the room. Maitland\n started to sit up and it was as though a thousand volts had shorted his\n brain...." ], [ "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "\"How do you mean—\" Maitland wrinkled his brow—\"adapt to modern\n culture? Don't tell me\nyou're\nfrom another time!\"", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "wall. The man Maitland had seen outside, now clad in gray trunks and\n sandals, stood across the threshold looking in at him. Maitland stood", "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "He shook his head, puzzled. The Sun disappeared and its blood-hued\n glow began to fade from the sky. Maitland sat there, trying to get", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "one, at about waist level, a push-button projected out of the wall. He\n pressed it; the door slid aside and disappeared. Maitland glanced in at", "Something moved in the darkness on the other side of the room. Maitland\n started to sit up and it was as though a thousand volts had shorted his\n brain....", "Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body.\n His breathing quickened.\nNow", "The scene disappeared, the lenses of the projector retreated from his\n eyes and Swarts was standing over him, white-lipped. Maitland swore at", "The fellow looked about forty-five. The first details Maitland noticed\n were the forehead, which was quite broad, and the calm, clear eyes.", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"" ], [ "\"Yes,\" hesitantly. She lingered too long on the hiss of the last\n consonant.\n\n\n \"Miss,\" he asked, watching her face intently, \"what year is this?\"", "She grinned at him again as the door slid shut.\nSwarts came half an hour later, and Maitland began his planned\n offensive.\n\n\n \"What year is this?\"", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "\"What year is this?\" Maitland asked in a conversational tone.\n\n\n \"We'll try another series of tests.\"", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "a while later. \"Honestly. Maitland, I'm working against a time limit.\n If you'll cooperate, I'll tell Ching to answer your questions.\"'", "\"Wait! You mean you don't know?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"I cannot tell you.\"\n\n\n \"All right; we'll let it go at that.\"", "Startlingly, she laughed, a mellow peal of mirth that had nothing\n forced about it. She turned toward the door again and said over her\n shoulder, \"You will have to ask Swarts about that. I cannot tell you.\"", "Swarts hesitated, though not, Maitland astonishedly felt, to evade an\n answer, but to find the proper words. \"You can think of it as a lie", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "\"Birth control,\" Maitland scoffed. \"How do you make it work—secret\n police?\"", "\"How do you mean—\" Maitland wrinkled his brow—\"adapt to modern\n culture? Don't tell me\nyou're\nfrom another time!\"", "Maitland urged her into the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.\n Eagerly he asked, \"Why the devil do you want to go to the 20th Century?", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "\"Ching?\"\n\n\n \"Ingrid Ching is the girl who has been bringing you your meals.\"", "Maitland shook his head stubbornly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Swarts said. \"You want to find out what you're up against.\"" ], [ "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "With a deliberate effort, Maitland unclenched his fists and tried to\n slow his breathing. Some kind of emotional reaction test—what was the", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"", "He moved so fast that Maitland couldn't block the blow. It was to the\n solar plexus, just hard enough to double him up, fighting for breath.", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "The scene was suddenly a flock of sheep spread over a green hillside.\n There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and\n swollen and he writhed against the restraint of the straps.", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "Wordlessly, Maitland climbed to his feet, preceded Swarts to the\n laboratory, lay down and allowed him to fasten the straps and attach", "If Swarts was irritated, he didn't show it. \"That was the first test,\"\n he said. \"Let me put it another way. I would appreciate it a lot if", "\"What year is this?\" Maitland asked in a conversational tone.\n\n\n \"We'll try another series of tests.\"", "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body.\n His breathing quickened.\nNow", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "wall. The man Maitland had seen outside, now clad in gray trunks and\n sandals, stood across the threshold looking in at him. Maitland stood" ], [ "perfectly clear,\" he said, more harshly than he realized. \"So far as\n you know, no one has ever visited the planets, and no one wants to. Is\n that right?\"", "And\nhe\nhad a chance to become a part of all that! He could spend\n his life among the planets, a citizen of deep space, a voyager of the\n challenging spaceways between the solar worlds.", "and looked at her. \"I just don't understand,\" he said. \"It seemed\n obvious to me that whenever men were able to reach the planets, they'd\n do it.\"", "Her pitying eyes were on his face. He hitched himself around so that he\n was facing her. \"I've got to understand. I've got to know\nwhy\n. What\n happened? Why don't men want the planets any more?\"", "\"I always thought that would be a tough problem to crack,\" he agreed.\n \"But tell me about what men are doing in the Solar System. How is life\n on Mars and Venus, and how long does it take to get to those places?\"", "Somewhere, out there under the stars, there must be grand glittering\n cities and busy spaceports, roaring gateways to the planets.", "and returned. Surely, a civilization that had developed time travel\n could reach the stars!", "After several seconds, Maitland swallowed. Something seemed to be the\n matter with his throat, making it difficult for him to speak. \"Surely\n you have space travel?\"", "\"Robot factories and farms,\" Maitland mused. \"What else? What means of\n transportation? Do you have interstellar flight yet?\"\n\n\n \"Inter-what?\"", "Somewhere, out there in the night, there must be men who had walked\n beside the Martian canals and pierced the shining cloud mantle of\n Venus—somewhere, perhaps, men who had visited the distant luring stars", "\"Have men visited the stars?\"\n\n\n She shook her head, bewildered.", "He was gripping the edge of the bed now, glaring at her. \"A\n civilization that could discover time travel and build robot factories\n wouldn't find it hard to send a ship to Mars!\"", "around the world, or take a man to Mars. We have had our fill of—what\n is the word?—gadgets. Our machines serve us, and so long as they", "Venus? Wouldn't you like to see the rings of Saturn from, a distance\n of only two hundred thousand miles?\" His hands were trembling as he\n stopped.", "\"I mean,\" she explained, \"maybe you should ask why people in the 20th\n Century\ndid\nwant to go to worlds men are not suited to inhabit.\"", "\"Even,\" he said, \"granting that you have solved the population problem,\n there's still the adventure of the thing. Surely, somewhere, there must", "She frowned and shook her head. \"What does that mean—space travel?\"", "She shrugged her shapely shoulders. \"Go into the past—yes! But go out\n there? I still cannot see why.\"\n\n\n \"Has the spirit of adventure\nevaporated\nfrom the human race, or\nwhat\n?\"", "they had developed technology while the rest of the world lost it. They\n had a tradition of white supremacy, and in addition they were terrified\n of being encircled.\" She sighed. \"They ruled the next world empire and", "his life to get to Mars. I thought I would in my time. I was positive I\n would when I knew I was in your time. And now I know I never will.\"" ], [ "Maitland looked up at the girl, who was regarding him silently with\n troubled eyes. \"I think I'd like to be alone for a while,\" he said.", "She was looking at him with palpable curiosity and something like\n expectancy. Maitland sighed and said, \"Hello,\" then glanced down", "Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured\n a discouraging analogy. His present position was like that of an", "Maitland felt his worry drain away, leaving an almost mystical sense of\n peace and an undefinable longing.", "Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and\n he tried to turn his head. Then he forced himself to relax. \"What do\n you mean?\"", "Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick\n to logic. \"Living space, for one thing. The only permanent solution to\n the population problem....\"", "Maitland shook his head stubbornly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Swarts said. \"You want to find out what you're up against.\"", "Now he was looking at a girl. She....\n\n\n Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain; then he had it.", "otherwise unidentifiable. Possibly German. Maitland opened his mouth\n to protest, but Swarts went on, \"However, you're free to do all the", "After a while Maitland smiled to himself and went back to bed.\nHe woke in the morning with someone gently shaking his shoulder. He", "Swarts was chuckling. \"I really hit a semantic push-button there,\n didn't I? Maitland, I brought you here because you're a man who wants", "a while later. \"Honestly. Maitland, I'm working against a time limit.\n If you'll cooperate, I'll tell Ching to answer your questions.\"'", "Maitland felt his face become hot. \"Men can go anywhere, if they want\n to bad enough.\"\n\n\n \"But\nwhy\n?\"", "Maitland stood there for a moment, deliberately relaxing his tensed\n muscles. \"Make me.\"", "\"Lie down,\" Swarts said. When Maitland hesitated, Swarts added,\n \"Understand one thing—the more you cooperate, the easier things will", "\"Are you crazy?\" Maitland asked quietly. \"Do you realize that at this\n moment one of the greatest hunts in history must be going on? I'll", "With a deliberate effort, Maitland unclenched his fists and tried to\n slow his breathing. Some kind of emotional reaction test—what was the", "Maitland considered a moment, then nodded. Swarts lowered the projector\n to his eyes again, and this time the engineer did not resist.", "\"You seem to know everything about me,\" Maitland said defiantly,\n looking up into the hanging forest of cabling. \"Why this recital?\"", "The scene disappeared, the lenses of the projector retreated from his\n eyes and Swarts was standing over him, white-lipped. Maitland swore at" ] ]

[ "Why does the author say Monica was hired?", "What describes the relationship Monica had with Clinton before she was hired?", "What was the first thing Monica did to get Clinton's attention?", "Why did Clinton tell Monica to stop?", "Who thought Monica should leave?", "How many people knew about Monica's relationship with Clinton?", "What happened after Monica changed jobs?", "Why did Kenneth say he felt a need to investigate Clinton?", "What bothered Kenneth most about Clinton's actions?", "Who did Kenneth say he brought down?" ]

[ [ "Clinton insisted his staff remain", "She was a secretary", "Due to the government shutdown", "It was in the budget" ], [ "They knew each other well", "They've never seen each other", "He had seen her and paid attention", "She had seen him but he didn't notice her" ], [ "Kissed him", "Let him look at her", "Showed him her underwear", "Brought him food" ], [ "He was eating pizza", "He was uncertain about her", "He got a phone call", "He was afraid someone would walk in" ], [ "Evelyn", "Currie", "Clinton", "Linda" ], [ "No one", "One person", "Many people ", "Only the secret service" ], [ "She kept seeing Clinton occasionally ", "She kept seeing Clinton all the time", "She decided to stop seeing Clinton", "She was no longer allowed to see Clinton" ], [ "It was his job", "It was a matter of principle", "The Republicans made him do it", "Monica's lawyer pressed him to" ], [ "Telling lies", "Having sex with an intern", "Refusing to speak", "Moaning and whining" ], [ "Clinton", "Gingrich", "the GOP", "Monica" ] ]

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[ [ "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "[Times passes. Monica moves to the Pentagon, but the", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "MONICA!\nThe White House may have been in crisis all year, but the events were less the stuff of great drama than of a farcical musical comedy. Hey, wait a minute--let's put on a show!", "So when they said they needed an intern to answer the", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "Yes, it's really time for Monica to go.", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "The fawning adoration's pleasant, \n\n But presidents need cuddles, too. \n\n [Enter Betty Currie.]", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "And he talked on. \n\n Though what the congressman heard was \n\n \"Please, please, please, please, please!\"", "[The lights fade as the girlfriends engage in cross talk.] \n\n TRIPP: Trust? \n\n LEWINSKY: That's why we didn't go on.", "So I went on, \n\n While he talked on the phone, \n\n I took a position before him on my knees, \n\n And I went on." ], [ "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "The fawning adoration's pleasant, \n\n But presidents need cuddles, too. \n\n [Enter Betty Currie.]", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "LEWINSKY: Well, y'know, I'd seen him around, like,", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "LEWINSKY: No, we didn't go on. \n\n He said he wasn't sure if I was someone he \n\n Could \n\n Trust.", "LEWINSKY: I mean--rilly! Hey, what's that clicking? \n\n TRIPP: It's just my gum.", "[Afterward, he speaks to the nation, admits doing wrong, and apologizes, though grudgingly.] \n\n CLINTON: Inappropriate was the nature of our actions,", "[Times passes. Monica moves to the Pentagon, but the", "Starr, Lewinsky, and Clinton.]" ], [ "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "The fawning adoration's pleasant, \n\n But presidents need cuddles, too. \n\n [Enter Betty Currie.]", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "LEWINSKY: I mean--rilly! Hey, what's that clicking? \n\n TRIPP: It's just my gum.", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "LEWINSKY: Well, y'know, I'd seen him around, like,", "LIEBERMAN: Let's get Clinton's head on straight! \n\n CURRIE: He comes back \n\n From Easter services,", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "CURRIE: Mr. President? The intern is here. And she's brought you some pizza!", "His hands roved freely 'neath my blouse, \n\n I reached into the presidential trousers, \n\n And he got a phone call from a member of the House.", "MONICA!\nThe White House may have been in crisis all year, but the events were less the stuff of great drama than of a farcical musical comedy. Hey, wait a minute--let's put on a show!", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling" ], [ "LEWINSKY: No, he stopped me when he seemed upon the cusp. \n\n TRIPP: So you didn't go on?", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "LEWINSKY: No, we didn't go on. \n\n He said he wasn't sure if I was someone he \n\n Could \n\n Trust.", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "[Afterward, he speaks to the nation, admits doing wrong, and apologizes, though grudgingly.] \n\n CLINTON: Inappropriate was the nature of our actions,", "[The lights fade as the girlfriends engage in cross talk.] \n\n TRIPP: Trust? \n\n LEWINSKY: That's why we didn't go on.", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "LEWINSKY: I mean--rilly! Hey, what's that clicking? \n\n TRIPP: It's just my gum.", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "The removal threat is over, \n\n Kenneth Starr should go away. \n\n I tell you, though, it is a mystery,", "I never had sex with that b-- \n\n A vast right-wing conspiracy \n\n Is using her to beat on me. \n\n They wanna torpedo my agenda", "LIEBERMAN: Let's get Clinton's head on straight! \n\n CURRIE: He comes back \n\n From Easter services," ], [ "Yes, it's really time for Monica to go.", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "MONICA!\nThe White House may have been in crisis all year, but the events were less the stuff of great drama than of a farcical musical comedy. Hey, wait a minute--let's put on a show!", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "[Times passes. Monica moves to the Pentagon, but the", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "But I'm not kidding, it's time for her to go. \n\n CURRIE: Maybe she would like the Pentagon.", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "[The lights fade as the girlfriends engage in cross talk.] \n\n TRIPP: Trust? \n\n LEWINSKY: That's why we didn't go on.", "The removal threat is over, \n\n Kenneth Starr should go away. \n\n I tell you, though, it is a mystery,", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "[The advisers depart, leaving President Clinton alone. He turns introspective.] \n\n \"President Lonely\" (a ballad)", "She really is a very thoughtful soul. \n\n LIEBERMAN: It's not the junk I mind as much \n\n As her up real close and personal touch.", "removal evaporate. As the show ends, we hear from Starr,", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on." ], [ "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "Starr, Lewinsky, and Clinton.]", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "LEWINSKY: No, we didn't go on. \n\n He said he wasn't sure if I was someone he \n\n Could \n\n Trust.", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "[The lights fade as the girlfriends engage in cross talk.] \n\n TRIPP: Trust? \n\n LEWINSKY: That's why we didn't go on.", "The fawning adoration's pleasant, \n\n But presidents need cuddles, too. \n\n [Enter Betty Currie.]", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "[Months of investigation, legal wrangling, and public relations campaigning follow. Starr's tactics come under heavy fire, to which he responds.] \n\n \"Crossing the Line\"", "May have busted Bettie Currie. \n\n His aides aren't the innocent bystanders \n\n As they claim when they moan and whine." ], [ "[Times passes. Monica moves to the Pentagon, but the", "Monica. A few days later, the news breaks. On the", "I tell ya, it's Miss Monica's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She never comes \n\n When he's really busy.", "Yes, it's really time for Monica to go.", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "MONICA!\nThe White House may have been in crisis all year, but the events were less the stuff of great drama than of a farcical musical comedy. Hey, wait a minute--let's put on a show!", "[The lights go down. When they resume, the intern-- MONICA LEWINSKY --is talking on the phone to her good friend LINDA TRIPP .]", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling", "So I went on, \n\n While he talked on the phone, \n\n I took a position before him on my knees, \n\n And I went on.", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "Betty, it's Lewinsky's time to go. \n\n CURRIE: She brings him \n\n Little presents.", "So when they said they needed an intern to answer the", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "But I'm not kidding, it's time for her to go. \n\n CURRIE: Maybe she would like the Pentagon.", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "And he talked on. \n\n Though what the congressman heard was \n\n \"Please, please, please, please, please!\"" ], [ "The removal threat is over, \n\n Kenneth Starr should go away. \n\n I tell you, though, it is a mystery,", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "I can't believe what they had to say. \n\n I had Clinton boxed into a corner \n\n Looks like he's going to get away.", "of Independent Counsel KENNETH STARR . One day, Tripp", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "[Afterward, he speaks to the nation, admits doing wrong, and apologizes, though grudgingly.] \n\n CLINTON: Inappropriate was the nature of our actions,", "But lying about it gets my blood up \n\n And the president's crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line.", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "LIEBERMAN: Let's get Clinton's head on straight! \n\n CURRIE: He comes back \n\n From Easter services,", "[Months of investigation, legal wrangling, and public relations campaigning follow. Starr's tactics come under heavy fire, to which he responds.] \n\n \"Crossing the Line\"", "LEWINSKY: No, we didn't go on. \n\n He said he wasn't sure if I was someone he \n\n Could \n\n Trust.", "The fawning adoration's pleasant, \n\n But presidents need cuddles, too. \n\n [Enter Betty Currie.]", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "[Clinton's enemies reject his apology, and soon the House of Representatives begins the long process of impeachment. NEWT GINGRICH here discloses his approach.]", "I spent four years and 40 million \n\n That's a lot of time and loot. \n\n I made Clinton look ridiculous,", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "May have busted Bettie Currie. \n\n His aides aren't the innocent bystanders \n\n As they claim when they moan and whine.", "TRIPP: My friend Monica? \n\n From the White House? \n\n I'm pretty sure what she's saying here is true.", "STARR: It's true Monica asked to lawyer up, \n\n Which Bittman put the lid on. \n\n And I felt bad about her mommy's grilling" ], [ "The removal threat is over, \n\n Kenneth Starr should go away. \n\n I tell you, though, it is a mystery,", "[Afterward, he speaks to the nation, admits doing wrong, and apologizes, though grudgingly.] \n\n CLINTON: Inappropriate was the nature of our actions,", "Did Clinton let you say hi to Little Bill? \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: His lips and mine locked in a kiss fantastic,", "Did I hear you rightly? \n\n Clinton got into an intern's pants? \n\n God, this news is manna, Linda!", "I can't believe what they had to say. \n\n I had Clinton boxed into a corner \n\n Looks like he's going to get away.", "[After months of denials and futile delays, Clinton finally testifies before the Starr grand jury and argues that, technically, he didn't lie.]", "LIEBERMAN: Let's get Clinton's head on straight! \n\n CURRIE: He comes back \n\n From Easter services,", "But lying about it gets my blood up \n\n And the president's crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line.", "[As the relationship between Clinton and Monica continues, some", "May have busted Bettie Currie. \n\n His aides aren't the innocent bystanders \n\n As they claim when they moan and whine.", "[Months of investigation, legal wrangling, and public relations campaigning follow. Starr's tactics come under heavy fire, to which he responds.] \n\n \"Crossing the Line\"", "It seems this Monica chick \n\n Has been sucking the president's-- \n\n GOLDBERG: Oh that's sick!", "TRIPP: And then what happened? \n\n \"What Went On\" (upbeat) \n\n LEWINSKY: Then I led him on.", "I spent four years and 40 million \n\n That's a lot of time and loot. \n\n I made Clinton look ridiculous,", "LEWINSKY: No, we didn't go on. \n\n He said he wasn't sure if I was someone he \n\n Could \n\n Trust.", "LEWINSKY: I mean--rilly! Hey, what's that clicking? \n\n TRIPP: It's just my gum.", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "It may have seemed like dirty pool \n\n To drag his people 'fore the jury. \n\n We wasted lots of Vernon's time,", "And he talked on. \n\n Though what the congressman heard was \n\n \"Please, please, please, please, please!\"", "Betty Currie, who, though worried, still thinks Monica is a" ], [ "So I went on, \n\n While he talked on the phone, \n\n I took a position before him on my knees, \n\n And I went on.", "The removal threat is over, \n\n Kenneth Starr should go away. \n\n I tell you, though, it is a mystery,", "And he talked on. \n\n Though what the congressman heard was \n\n \"Please, please, please, please, please!\"", "Bring 'em down.", "It may have seemed like dirty pool \n\n To drag his people 'fore the jury. \n\n We wasted lots of Vernon's time,", "Now, like charging linemen, \n\n We'll move in for the sack. \n\n Bring 'em down. \n\n Bring 'em down.", "At the same time, let's remember \n\n To pin some stuff on Gore. \n\n Bring 'em down. \n\n Bring 'em down.", "We went into the hallway by his study \n\n And dispensed with formalities. \n\n TRIPP: Oh please go on! \n\n You must go on!", "The talking heads are accusing me \n\n Of laying a perjury trap. \n\n But all it catches is lying men.", "But lying about it gets my blood up \n\n And the president's crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line. \n\n I crossed the line.", "But the only scalp I got was Newt's. \n\n \n\n LEWINSKY: The election was held and the people have spoken,", "Honest men beat the rap. \n\n There's people who say I'm against sex; \n\n I've had sex. It's fine.", "His hands roved freely 'neath my blouse, \n\n I reached into the presidential trousers, \n\n And he got a phone call from a member of the House.", "I showed him my thong, \n\n I let him take a long and ling'ring look. \n\n I led him on. \n\n He studied my thong,", "All he's got is some recordings \n\n Made by a vengeful snitch. \n\n I never had sex with that woman", "But if you subtract the flags and lackeys, I'm just \n\n Lonely. \n\n I'm President Lonely.", "like, a lot. And I know he noticed me. So", "I can't believe what they had to say. \n\n I had Clinton boxed into a corner \n\n Looks like he's going to get away.", "[Afterward, he speaks to the nation, admits doing wrong, and apologizes, though grudgingly.] \n\n CLINTON: Inappropriate was the nature of our actions,", "I can't believe what they had to say. \n\n My boyfriend is still in office \n\n And he might return to me one day." ] ]

[ "Why did the author say his father had left him a big estate?", "Why does the author feel like crying?", "Why does the author discuss his father's clothing and mementos?", "What best describes the author's father?", "How did the author's father feel about the USA?", "How did the author's father decide where to work?", "How did the author's father deal with setbacks in life?", "What has impacted the author's more recent decisions in life?", "Why did the author's father always assist him when he asked?", "Why does the author wish he did not have his father's estate?" ]

[ [ "Because he did leave a large amount before taxes", "Because his father lived frugally and saved a little", "Because he only has 1 sibling to share the inheritance", "Because of the intangible things his father left him" ], [ "He hasn't been frugal and needs the money", "The IRS taxes the rich so steeply", "His father carefully saved and now it is going to someone else", "He misses his father" ], [ "They are things he wants to sell", "They will have to be valued and taxed", "They are the biggest part of the estate", "They are nostalgic to him" ], [ "He was equally loyal to his employees and employers", "He thought loyalty was impossible when working in politics", "He was loyal to his employer at the expense of his employees", "He was loyal to his employees at the expense of his employer" ], [ "He focused mainly on how far it had come", "He was constantly criticizing its faults", "He thought it was equal among many nations", "He focused mainly on how far it had left to go" ], [ "He took whatever job he could apply for", "He took the job that would give him the most fame", "He took the best paying job he could find", "He took the job he was most passionate about" ], [ "He changed his perspective", "He became hysterical", "He became stingy", "He quit his job" ], [ "His father's advice and peer pressure", "Only peer pressure", "His father's advice, peer pressure, and desire for fame", "Only his father's advice" ], [ "He knew he asked because he wanted his father to feel needed", "He knew he wasn't capable on his own", "He knew he was lazy", "He wanted him to feel supported" ], [ "It is stressful working with the lawyer's and paperwork", "He would rather he were still alive", "It is annoying having people ask him questions about it", "The IRS is taxing it at a high rate" ] ]

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[ "How is Mars faring in relation to Earth?", "How does Peter feel towards Gus through the story?", "How much time passes over the course of the story?", "What is the relationship like between Gus and Peri?", "What are some of the current industries on Mars?", "How does Mars appear to be governed?", "How did Mars become colonized in the story?", "What is Peter’s backstory?" ]

[ [ "Behind the times", "Earth is striving to make a treaty with Mars", "About the same socioeconomic climate as Earth", "Advanced compared to the systems of Earth" ], [ "He feels like a student to Gus", "Skeptical, appreciative, friendly", "He feels he has an advantage", "Conspiratorial, he cons Gus with a friendly act" ], [ "Several months", "A week", "Less than a day", "Three days" ], [ "They are colleagues working as spies in the government", "Peri is Gus’ boss", "They are conspiring con artists", "They are old friends owing each other favors" ], [ "Artifacts, Distilled spirits, Media", "Tourism, Collectibles, Distilled spirits", "Mining, Media, Artifacts", "Postage stamps, Mining, Tourism" ], [ "Mars has a dictatorship", "Mars and Earth are one in the same as far as the government is concerned", "Mars is currently trying to form a government", "A separate entity doing trade with Earth" ], [ "Martians originated from another solar system and colonized Mars", "Martians are uncertain of their own origin because their artifacts were destroyed", "Martians evolved separately on Mars", "Immigration from Earth" ], [ "Undercover recruiter posing as a college professor", "College professor on a personal mission to improve Mars’ economy by looking for business opportunities", "A con man pretending to recruit on Earth, but using special skills to win money at Earth’s casinos", "A high official on Mars sent to Earth to gain information" ] ]

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[ [ "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "\"You're from Mars, aren't you?\" he asked in the friendliest tone\n Matheny had yet heard.", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"You are from Mars. Okay? So you fought bushcats barehanded in an\n abandoned canal.\"\n\n\n \"What's a bushcat? And we don't have canals. The evaporation rate—\"", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "name on a twenty-four-hour basis. But it would be a long time before\n Mars had such machines. If ever.", "whenever he did check in. The few Martians who had been to Earth had\n gone into ecstasies over the automation which put any service you could", "York. Plus his retirement benefits, which he would lose if he quit\n where he is now at. And I am sure he would not want to settle on Mars\n permanently.\"", "see? This Martian is strictly from gone. He is here on official\n business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected.\n Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "Doran's thin sharp face grinned. \"You break that date, Peri. Put it off\n or something. I got this Martian for you, see?\"", "who wish to leave. They wouldn't be able to see the Teamsters Hour on\n Mars, would they?\"", "He shrugged and gave the Martian a sidelong glance. \"Sure, you may not\n be interested. But if you are, well, Pete, I was not born yesterday. I" ], [ "\"This is a real interesting talk, Pete,\" he said. \"You are being very\n frank with me. I like a man that is frank.\"", "\"You mean.... Mr. Doran—Gus—you could actually—\"", "\"Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—\" He stuck out his", "\"Look, Pete,\" said Doran patiently. \"She don't have to know that, does\n she?\"\n\n\n \"Well—well, no. I guess not No.\"", "\"My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus.\"\n\n\n They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what\n remained of his winnings.", "Maybe I can help you. I like you, Pete, damn if I don't. And, sure,\n I might stand to get an agent's cut, if I arrange—Go ahead, boy, go", "have heard wrong, Gus. He's the heir apparent of Indonesia, Inc.,\n that's who, and if you called up to ask for a piece of him, you can", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "\"No, sorry, Gus,\" he said. \"I spoke too much.\"", "recited. Then, cheerfully: \"And that formula, Pete, happens to be the\n honest-to-zebra truth.\"", "\"Oh,\" said Matheny.\nHe felt a certain guilt. Doran was too pleasant a little man to\n deserve—", "\"Is five hundred thousand flat,\" said Peri. \"Too bad I just got an\n awful headache and can't see Mr. Sastro tonight. Where you at, Gus?\"", "got tolerance. Like the book says, if you want to get ahead, you have\n got to think positively.\"", "He shrugged and gave the Martian a sidelong glance. \"Sure, you may not\n be interested. But if you are, well, Pete, I was not born yesterday. I", "Gus Doran's prawnlike eyes popped at her. \"Holy Success,\" he whispered\n in awe. \"You sure the wires can carry that much voltage?\"", "\"You said one thing, Pete,\" Doran remarked. \"About needing a\n slipstring. A con man, you would call it.\"\n\n\n \"Forget that. Please. I spoke out of turn.\"", "without being denied the pleasure of trying to bottom-deal some friend\n who was happily trying to mark the cards. Matheny would have found a\n few spins of roulette soothing: it was always an intellectual challenge", "\"Sure. You and Sam Wendt handle the routine. I will take the go-between\n angle, so he will think of me as still his friend, because I have other", "\"Ahhh!\" said Matheny. \"Bless you, my friend.\"\n\n\n \"A pleasure.\"\n\n\n \"But now you must let me buy you one.\"", "\"Whoof!\" Matheny sat down. The chair slithered sensuously about his\n contours. He jumped. \"What the dusty hell—Oh.\" He tried to grin, but\n his face burned. \"I see.\"" ], [ "\"You have come to the right town then. But let us get you a hotel room\n first and some more up-to-date clothes.\"", "\"I cannot promise anything yet except that I will try. Now you finish\n dressing. I will be down in the bar. And I will call up this girl I\n know. We deserve a celebration!\"", "The Martian crossed the lobby. His pipe went out in the breeze from an\n animated angel. Organ music sighed through an open doorway. The series\n of rooms beyond was dim, Gothic, interminable.", "back. \"There were no lies involved. She really does have a fatal\n disease. So do you and I. Every day we grow older.\"", "years out of date. He should find himself a hotel, he thought drearily,\n but he wasn't tired; the spaceport would pneumo his baggage to him", "passes he had made were unsuccessful. Earth gravity threw him off.\n But when he got the rhythm of it, he tossed a row of sevens. It was a", "\"But—I mean—when do we start actually\nplaying\n? What happened to the\n cocked dice?\"\nThe lady drew herself up and jutted an indignant brow at him. \"Sir!\n This is a church!\"", "He had been standing at the table for some time before the rest of the\n congregation really noticed him. Then it was with awe. The first few", "\"Okay by me. Room service can send us up an oath box right now.\"\n\n\n \"What? But—but—\" Matheny hung onto himself and tried to believe that\n he had landed on Earth less than six hours ago.", "cetera. That is just the way Earth is set up these days.\"\nMatheny's finger stabbed in the general direction of Doran's pajama", "plans for him too. But if we can't shake a million out of him for this\n one night's work, there is something akilter. And your share of a\n million is three hundred thirty-three—\"", "\"Well, good luck.\" The official's tone was skeptical. He stamped the\n passport and handed it back. \"There, now, you are free to travel", "Of course I haven't. I've not so much as mentioned the Red Ankh, for\n instance. But, in principle, I have told him the truth, told him of our", "\"Good idea. How about a drink? I know a bar downshaft.\"\n\n\n Matheny sighed. \"A drink is what I need the very most.\"", "\"I do know,\" said Matheny. \"But we're poor—a handful of people trying\n to make a world of dust and sand and scrub thorn into fields and woods", "That would do. He took an upward slideramp through several hundred feet\n of altitude, stepped past an aurora curtain, and found himself in a\n marble lobby next to an inspirational newsstand.", "\"I see. Well, what are you having to drink?\"\n\n\n \"Beer,\" said Matheny without hesitation.\n\n\n \"Huh? Look, pal, this is on me.\"", "Peri's peaches-and-cream countenance began to resemble peaches and\n cream left overnight on Pluto. \"Badger?\" she asked.", "made a million years ago by a, uh, extinct race ... I tell you, she\nappreciated\nme for it!\" He winked and nudged.", "Doran cupped his hands around a fresh cigarette, not looking at him.\n \"I am not that man,\" he said frankly. \"But in my line I get a lot of" ], [ "\"Is five hundred thousand flat,\" said Peri. \"Too bad I just got an\n awful headache and can't see Mr. Sastro tonight. Where you at, Gus?\"", "\"Well, hurry up with whatever it is,\" snapped Peri. \"I got a date\n tonight.\"", "Peri's peaches-and-cream countenance began to resemble peaches and\n cream left overnight on Pluto. \"Badger?\" she asked.", "\"You mean.... Mr. Doran—Gus—you could actually—\"", "Doran's thin sharp face grinned. \"You break that date, Peri. Put it off\n or something. I got this Martian for you, see?\"", "have heard wrong, Gus. He's the heir apparent of Indonesia, Inc.,\n that's who, and if you called up to ask for a piece of him, you can", "\"I'll say you do! With a Martian!\"\nPeri narrowed her silver-blue gaze and looked icily at him. \"You must", "Matheny found himself warming. Gus Doran was an authentic bobber. A\n hell of a swell chap. He explained modestly that he was a free-lance\n business consultant and it was barely possible that he could arrange\n some contacts....", "\"My name's Doran. Gus Doran. Call me Gus.\"\n\n\n They walked back to the deaconette's booth and Matheny cashed what\n remained of his winnings.", "\"No, sorry, Gus,\" he said. \"I spoke too much.\"", "\"Look, Pete,\" said Doran patiently. \"She don't have to know that, does\n she?\"\n\n\n \"Well—well, no. I guess not No.\"", "Gus Doran's prawnlike eyes popped at her. \"Holy Success,\" he whispered\n in awe. \"You sure the wires can carry that much voltage?\"", "The visiphone chimed when Peri had just gotten into her dinner gown.\n She peeled it off again and slipped on a casual bathrobe: a wisp of", "\"I will be clopped! Good for you!\"\nDoran blew up in laughter. \"That is one thing I would never spill, even\n without security. I told you about my girl friend, didn't I?\"", "\"This is a real interesting talk, Pete,\" he said. \"You are being very\n frank with me. I like a man that is frank.\"", "\"Okay. Forget it. I do not like a man that pries. But look, let's bomb\n out of here, how about it? Go have a little fun.\"", "\"Ah, brother, welcome,\" said a red-haired usherette in demure black\n leotards. \"The peace that passeth all understanding be with you. The\n restaurant is right up those stairs.\"", "what the Christmas decorations in all the stores were! And here is the\n solar nexus of it, Peri, kid.\"", "see? This Martian is strictly from gone. He is here on official\n business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me", "\"Sure. You and Sam Wendt handle the routine. I will take the go-between\n angle, so he will think of me as still his friend, because I have other" ], [ "on Mars. The same principle is what's strangling us on everything. Old\n Martian artifacts aren't really rare, for instance, but freight charges\n and the middlemen here put them out of the mass market.\"", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "\"The only beer on Mars comes forty million miles, with interplanetary\n freight charges tacked on,\" said Matheny. \"Heineken's!\"\n\n\n Doran shrugged, dialed the dispenser and fed it coins.", "\"Yes. There never were any Old Martians. We erected the ruins fifty\n years ago for the Billingsworth Expedition to find. We've been\n manufacturing relics ever since.\"", "name on a twenty-four-hour basis. But it would be a long time before\n Mars had such machines. If ever.", "Martian stamps are a drug on the market. What we'd like to operate is a\n sweepstakes, but the anti-gambling laws on Earth forbid that.\"", "\"Huh? But they make thyle right on Mars, don't they?\"", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "\"You are from Mars. Okay? So you fought bushcats barehanded in an\n abandoned canal.\"\n\n\n \"What's a bushcat? And we don't have canals. The evaporation rate—\"", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "whenever he did check in. The few Martians who had been to Earth had\n gone into ecstasies over the automation which put any service you could", "\"Remember Junie O'Brien? The little golden-haired girl on Mars, a\n mathematical prodigy, but dying of an incurable disease? She collected\n Earth coins.\"", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected.\n Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest", "see? This Martian is strictly from gone. He is here on official\n business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me" ], [ "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "see? This Martian is strictly from gone. He is here on official\n business, but he is a yokel and I do mean hayseed. Like he asked me", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "\"You're from Mars, aren't you?\" he asked in the friendliest tone\n Matheny had yet heard.", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"Oh, it's simple enough,\" said Matheny. \"It's only that we already are\n operating con games.\"\n\n\n \"On Mars, you mean?\"", "whenever he did check in. The few Martians who had been to Earth had\n gone into ecstasies over the automation which put any service you could", "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "\"That's about all, so far,\" confessed Matheny. \"Perhaps a con is our\n only hope. I've been wondering, maybe we could organize a Martian", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "\"You are from Mars. Okay? So you fought bushcats barehanded in an\n abandoned canal.\"\n\n\n \"What's a bushcat? And we don't have canals. The evaporation rate—\"", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "\"So? Since when has all Mars had as much spending money as one big-time\n marijuana rancher? Not to mention the heir ap—\"", "firm or—or anybody—who wanted to come and actually invest a few\n dollars in Mars—why, we'd probably give him the President's daughter", "\"What I really want,\" said Matheny, \"what I really want—I mean what\n Mars really needs, get me?—is a confidence man.\"\n\n\n \"A what?\"", "name on a twenty-four-hour basis. But it would be a long time before\n Mars had such machines. If ever.", "\"Yes. There never were any Old Martians. We erected the ruins fifty\n years ago for the Billingsworth Expedition to find. We've been\n manufacturing relics ever since.\"", "\"And then the Red Ankh Society. You must have seen or heard their ads.\n 'What mysterious knowledge did the Old Martians possess? What was" ], [ "\"In this case, it helps to be at the far end of an interplanetary\n haul,\" said Matheny. \"Not many Terrestrial archeologists get to Mars\n and they depend on our people to—Well, anyhow—\"", "They had instructed him on Mars to take chances if he must.\n\n\n \"I could tell you a thing or two that might give you a better idea,\" he\n said slowly. \"But it would have to be under security.\"", "\"Yes. I told you we haven't any tourists. I was sent to hire a business\n manager for the Martian export trade.\"", "\"Well, you see, maybe a man like that is just what Mars does need. And\n maybe I have got a few contacts.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Matheny gaped out of the bathroom.", "\"Yes. There never were any Old Martians. We erected the ruins fifty\n years ago for the Billingsworth Expedition to find. We've been\n manufacturing relics ever since.\"", "\"Trouble with it is, I hear Mars is not so comfortable,\" said Doran. \"I\n mean, do not get me wrong, I don't want to insult you or anything, but", "\"You are from Mars. Okay? So you fought bushcats barehanded in an\n abandoned canal.\"\n\n\n \"What's a bushcat? And we don't have canals. The evaporation rate—\"", "apparently sopped up half the Atlantic Ocean. Ears trained to listen\n through the Martian atmosphere shuddered from the racket conducted by\n Earth's. The passport official seemed to bellow at him.", "\"Of course,\" said Matheny bitterly. \"We offer the most liberal\n concessions in the Solar System. Any little mining company or transport", "name on a twenty-four-hour basis. But it would be a long time before\n Mars had such machines. If ever.", "on Mars. The same principle is what's strangling us on everything. Old\n Martian artifacts aren't really rare, for instance, but freight charges\n and the middlemen here put them out of the mass market.\"", "whenever he did check in. The few Martians who had been to Earth had\n gone into ecstasies over the automation which put any service you could", "customary form of challenge on Mars. Here, though, they simply pushed\n chips toward him. He missed a throw, as anyone would at home: simple\n courtesy. The next time around, he threw for a seven just to get the", "The gravity was not as hard to take as Peter Matheny had expected.\n Three generations on Mars might lengthen the legs and expand the chest", "\"And then the Red Ankh Society. You must have seen or heard their ads.\n 'What mysterious knowledge did the Old Martians possess? What was", "\"Remember Junie O'Brien? The little golden-haired girl on Mars, a\n mathematical prodigy, but dying of an incurable disease? She collected\n Earth coins.\"", "York. Plus his retirement benefits, which he would lose if he quit\n where he is now at. And I am sure he would not want to settle on Mars\n permanently.\"", "\"The only beer on Mars comes forty million miles, with interplanetary\n freight charges tacked on,\" said Matheny. \"Heineken's!\"\n\n\n Doran shrugged, dialed the dispenser and fed it coins.", "\"You're from Mars, aren't you?\" he asked in the friendliest tone\n Matheny had yet heard.", "people come back saying you have given the planet just barely enough\n air to keep a man alive. And there are no cities, just little towns and\n villages and ranches out in the bush. I mean you are being pioneers and" ], [ "\"Yes. Yes, I am. M-my name's Peter Matheny. I, I—\" He stuck out his", "\"This is a real interesting talk, Pete,\" he said. \"You are being very\n frank with me. I like a man that is frank.\"", "\"Look, Pete,\" said Doran patiently. \"She don't have to know that, does\n she?\"\n\n\n \"Well—well, no. I guess not No.\"", "He shrugged and gave the Martian a sidelong glance. \"Sure, you may not\n be interested. But if you are, well, Pete, I was not born yesterday. I", "\"But where do I start?\" he asked plaintively, for his loneliness smote\n him anew. \"I'm just a college professor at home. How would I even get\n to see—\"", "young man, but small, with a dark-thatched, snub-nosed, gray-eyed\n head that seemed too large for his slender body. \"We learned long ago", "Maybe I can help you. I like you, Pete, damn if I don't. And, sure,\n I might stand to get an agent's cut, if I arrange—Go ahead, boy, go", "He had been standing at the table for some time before the rest of the\n congregation really noticed him. Then it was with awe. The first few", "back. \"There were no lies involved. She really does have a fatal\n disease. So do you and I. Every day we grow older.\"", "\"You said one thing, Pete,\" Doran remarked. \"About needing a\n slipstring. A con man, you would call it.\"\n\n\n \"Forget that. Please. I spoke out of turn.\"", "He backed out of the office.\nA dropshaft deposited him on a walkway. The crowd, a rainbow of men in", "Doran cupped his hands around a fresh cigarette, not looking at him.\n \"I am not that man,\" he said frankly. \"But in my line I get a lot of", "his accounts at home. One hundred million good green certificates,\n legal tender anywhere in the United Protectorates. And he has about\n as much backbone as a piece of steak alga. Kid, if I did not happen to", "recited. Then, cheerfully: \"And that formula, Pete, happens to be the\n honest-to-zebra truth.\"", "\"I'm sorry to tell you this, Pete,\" said Doran, \"but while that is not\n bad money, it is not what a high-powered sales scientist gets in Newer", "pipe in company with Orion. On summer evenings, that is, when the\n temperature wasn't too far below zero.\nWhy did they tap me for this job?\nhe asked himself in a surge of", "Of course I haven't. I've not so much as mentioned the Red Ankh, for\n instance. But, in principle, I have told him the truth, told him of our", "\"Oh—I see—excuse me, I, I, I—\" Matheny backed out of the crowd,\n shuddering. He looked around for some place to hide his burning ears.", "homesickness.\nWhat the hell is the Martian Embassy here for?\nHe, Peter Matheny, was no more than a peaceful professor of", "A hell of a good bloke. He knew some very funny stories, too, and\n he laughed at Matheny's, though they were probably too rustic for a\n big-city taste like his." ] ]

[ "How are the various Projects in the story related to each other?", "What happened to Linda in the end?", "What was the nature of the spy?", "In what way did the spy intend to evade the Army?", "What abilities does the spy appear to have?", "Why did the spy enter the Project?", "How many buildings has the spy breached the security of?", "What was the commitment to be made with Linda most like?" ]

[ [ "They are governed like states within a country", "They are connected by underground corridors to avoid radiation at the surface", "They are largely governed like separate countries", "They are separate wings of the same humongous building" ], [ "She went insane with worry", "She left with her partner to explore the Outside", "She broke off the engagement", "Not possible to know" ], [ "He insisted he wasn’t a spy but actually was", "A scientist", "A defector from a nearby Project", "A person trying to escape the project" ], [ "Disguised as a normal everyday person in the Project", "Waiting until they thought they’d lost his trail", "Wear a radiation blanket and hide in an outbound ore-sled", "Lure the Army up to the top floors and then bolt to the bottom and run Outside" ], [ "Mind reading and detection of others in the elevator shaft", "Detection of others in the elevator shaft", "Shape shifting", "Invisibility and mind reading" ], [ "He wanted to test human travel safety Outside", "He was mounting a nuclear attack", "He suspected they were going to attack his own Project", "He wanted to gain information about the technologies in the Project" ], [ "Two", "None", "One", "Countless" ], [ "Friends who look after each other’s apartments when the other is gone", "Limited time partners with only two children allowed to control the population", "Limited time committed partners", "Lifetime partners with no children allowed" ] ]

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[ [ "Well, according to Dr. Kilbillie (a walking library of unnecessary\n information), the Project had been built when there still had been such", "The rise of the Projects, according to Dr. Kilbillie, was the result of\n many many factors, but two of the most important were the population", "Until that moment, the state of siege in which we all lived had had\n no reality for me. The Project, after all, was self-sufficient and", "It seems there was a power-struggle between two sets of then-existing\n nations (they were something like Projects, only horizontal instead of", "Projects themselves and so on. And all because of, among other things,\n the population explosion.", "\"Well—\" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even\n answer it. \"They're supposed to look for indications of an attack by\n one of the other projects.\"", "public safety, but I knew better. If the Outside were safe and the\n Projects were no longer needed, then the Commission was out of a job,\n and they knew it.", "the dreams again. And this time he can build better, because he has\n the horrible example of the recent past to guide him away from the\n pitfalls. There's no need any longer for the Projects.\"", "everybody\nlived in\n Projects. From the very beginning, small attempts were made to make\n these Projects more than dwelling places. By mid-century, Projects", "world was quite dangerously radioactive. Except for the Projects. Or\n at least those of them which had in time installed the force screens\n which had been invented on the very eve of battle, and which deflected", "people either, I suspected—than occasional ore-sleds that didn't\n return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the\n building, occasional spies of our own leaving the Project in tiny", "completely enclosed. No one ever left, no one ever entered. Under our\n roof, we were a nation, two hundred stories high. The ever-present\n threat of other projects had never been more for me—or for most other", "were invariably punctual. If an ore-sled didn't return on time, no one\n waited for it. They simply knew that it had been captured by some other\n Project and had blown itself up.", "things as municipal governments (something to do with cities, which\n were more or less grouped Projects), and the local municipal government\n had had on its books a fire ordinance, anachronistic even then, which", "within the Project life was full, the knowledge of external dangers\n merely lurking at the backs of our minds. After all, those external\n dangers had been no more than potential for decades, since what Dr.", "He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then\n looked at me again. \"All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that\n I\nhad\nfound indications that you people were planning to attack my\n Project?\"", "(also called apartments and co-ops) already included restaurants,\n shopping centers, baby-sitting services, dry cleaners and a host of\n other adjuncts. By the end of the century, the Projects were completely", "I waited, looking as attentive as possible.\n\n\n \"I come,\" he said, \"from a Project about eighty miles north of here.\n I came here by foot, without any sort of radiation shield at all to\n protect me.\"", "\"You'll never get away,\" I told him. \"The whole Project is alerted.\"\n\n\n \"You let me worry about that,\" he said. He licked his lips. \"You got\n any chico coffee?\"", "the Ungentlemanly Gentleman's War, by the time it was finished nobody\n was quite sure any more who was on whose side. That project over there" ], [ "reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't\never\ngoing to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me", "I sat shaken, digesting this news, until suddenly I remembered Linda.", "Well, of course, after working as an ore-sled dispatcher for three\n years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time,", "And now, after all these years, the stairs might prove useful after\n all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a\n flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps.", "Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less\n to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we", "Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted\n to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to\n keep us from being interrupted.", "place. \"Ten o'clock,\" she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the\n phone. She knew why I wanted to talk to her. And when Linda said ten", "mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this\n morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her", "\"Of course not,\" I told him. I was on secure ground now, with Linda's\n information to guide me. \"All radiation is cleared from the sleds and\n their cargo before they're brought into the building.\"", "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a\n harridan or anything like that. Far from it. But she does have a", "I thought fast. \"I'm an ore-sled dispatcher,\" I said. That was a lie,\n of course, but I'd heard enough about ore-sled dispatching from Linda", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "\"Stop,\" I said. I said it quietly, too, but she stopped. I saw her\n looking at me. She hadn't done that before, she'd merely gazed blankly\n at her screen and parroted her responses.", "She nodded solemnly. \"I'm terribly sorry, sir,\" she said. Then she\n glanced to her right, suddenly straightened up again, and said,", "Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away.\n It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I\n was giving myself plenty of time.\n\n\n But then the elevator didn't come.", "apartment. I dialed Linda's number, and the screen lit up with white\n letters on black: PRIVACY DISCONNECTION.", "I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator\n would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to\n give her advance warning that I would be late?", "both had been genetically desirable (neither of us were) I knew that\n Linda relished her freedom and independence too much to ever contract", "\"Good,\" he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from\n perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the" ], [ "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "out for it.\" He glared as though daring me to doubt it.\nI decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy,", "spy, he looked overpoweringly ordinary. More than anything else, he\n reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to\n my parents' apartment.", "\"No!\" he shouted. \"You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You\n think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "\"Your people send out spies, too, don't they?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"Well, of course.\"\n\n\n \"And what are\nthey\nsupposed to spy on?\"", "wore gray slacks and shirt, with brown slippers on his feet. He looked\n exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he\ndidn't\nlook like a", "As I stood there, pondering these possibilities, the door opened and\n the spy came out, waving a gun.\nIII", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "But if I had any visions of imminent rescue, the spy dashed them. He\n said, \"Where do you live?\"", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "your\nspies are doing, and if\nI'm\na spy, then it follows that\n I'm doing the same thing, right?\"", "I put it on the table. He drank deep, then carried the cup across the\n room and sat down in my favorite chair. He studied me narrowly, and\n suddenly said, \"What did they tell you I was? A spy?\"", "fathead who turned me in thinks I'm a spy. But I'm\nnot\na spy, and I'm\n going to tell you what I am.\"", "she leaned even closer to the screen—\"there's a spy in the elevator.\"\nII", "my\n job, you blatant idiot!\" he shouted. \"I'm not a spy! If I\nwere\na spy,\nthen", "THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\n\n\n Illustrated by WEST\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Two cups is fine,\" he said. \"One for each of us.\"\nAnd now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which", "\"I don't follow you,\" I admitted.\n\n\n \"If I'm a spy,\" he said impatiently, \"then I'm supposed to look for\n indications of an attack by you people on my Project.\"" ], [ "\"No!\" he shouted. \"You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You\n think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "out for it.\" He glared as though daring me to doubt it.\nI decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy,", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "But if I had any visions of imminent rescue, the spy dashed them. He\n said, \"Where do you live?\"", "\"If you say so,\" I replied stiffly. The Army claimed that we had\n adequate defense equipment. I chose to believe the Army over an enemy\n spy.", "answers flashed through my mind. The more recent maps might simply\n have omitted this discarded and unnecessary door. It might be sealed\n shut on the other side. The Army might have caught the spy already.", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "What in the world was the matter with the Army? If things were getting\n that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many\n more spies there were in the Project, still unsuspected?", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "to sic your Army on me too soon, and I'll leave. If you don't try any\n silly heroics, nothing will happen to you.\"", "wore gray slacks and shirt, with brown slippers on his feet. He looked\n exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he\ndidn't\nlook like a", "As I stood there, pondering these possibilities, the door opened and\n the spy came out, waving a gun.\nIII", "I put it on the table. He drank deep, then carried the cup across the\n room and sat down in my favorite chair. He studied me narrowly, and\n suddenly said, \"What did they tell you I was? A spy?\"", "radiation-proof cars, hoping to get safely within another project and\n bring back news of any immediate threats and dangers that project might\n be planning for us. Most spies didn't return; most ore-sleds did. And", "opening of a hall door. It was followed by the heavy thud of ascending\n boots. The Army!", "\"Two cups is fine,\" he said. \"One for each of us.\"\nAnd now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which", "\"Your people send out spies, too, don't they?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"Well, of course.\"\n\n\n \"And what are\nthey\nsupposed to spy on?\"", "spy, he looked overpoweringly ordinary. More than anything else, he\n reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to\n my parents' apartment." ], [ "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "spy, he looked overpoweringly ordinary. More than anything else, he\n reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to\n my parents' apartment.", "out for it.\" He glared as though daring me to doubt it.\nI decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy,", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "As I stood there, pondering these possibilities, the door opened and\n the spy came out, waving a gun.\nIII", "wore gray slacks and shirt, with brown slippers on his feet. He looked\n exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he\ndidn't\nlook like a", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "your\nspies are doing, and if\nI'm\na spy, then it follows that\n I'm doing the same thing, right?\"", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "\"No!\" he shouted. \"You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You\n think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That", "\"Your people send out spies, too, don't they?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"Well, of course.\"\n\n\n \"And what are\nthey\nsupposed to spy on?\"", "I put it on the table. He drank deep, then carried the cup across the\n room and sat down in my favorite chair. He studied me narrowly, and\n suddenly said, \"What did they tell you I was? A spy?\"", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "But if I had any visions of imminent rescue, the spy dashed them. He\n said, \"Where do you live?\"", "fathead who turned me in thinks I'm a spy. But I'm\nnot\na spy, and I'm\n going to tell you what I am.\"", "my\n job, you blatant idiot!\" he shouted. \"I'm not a spy! If I\nwere\na spy,\nthen", "she leaned even closer to the screen—\"there's a spy in the elevator.\"\nII", "THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\n\n\n Illustrated by WEST\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Two cups is fine,\" he said. \"One for each of us.\"\nAnd now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which", "\"Put it on the table,\" he said, switching instantly from raving maniac\n to watchful spy." ], [ "\"I don't follow you,\" I admitted.\n\n\n \"If I'm a spy,\" he said impatiently, \"then I'm supposed to look for\n indications of an attack by you people on my Project.\"", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "Well, according to Dr. Kilbillie (a walking library of unnecessary\n information), the Project had been built when there still had been such", "He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then\n looked at me again. \"All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that\n I\nhad\nfound indications that you people were planning to attack my\n Project?\"", "Until that moment, the state of siege in which we all lived had had\n no reality for me. The Project, after all, was self-sufficient and", "people either, I suspected—than occasional ore-sleds that didn't\n return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the\n building, occasional spies of our own leaving the Project in tiny", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "What in the world was the matter with the Army? If things were getting\n that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many\n more spies there were in the Project, still unsuspected?", "I waited, looking as attentive as possible.\n\n\n \"I come,\" he said, \"from a Project about eighty miles north of here.\n I came here by foot, without any sort of radiation shield at all to\n protect me.\"", "\"Well—\" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even\n answer it. \"They're supposed to look for indications of an attack by\n one of the other projects.\"", "radiation-proof cars, hoping to get safely within another project and\n bring back news of any immediate threats and dangers that project might\n be planning for us. Most spies didn't return; most ore-sleds did. And", "out for it.\" He glared as though daring me to doubt it.\nI decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy,", "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "\"You'll never get away,\" I told him. \"The whole Project is alerted.\"\n\n\n \"You let me worry about that,\" he said. He licked his lips. \"You got\n any chico coffee?\"", "\"I'm a trained atomic engineer,\" he went on. \"In my project, I worked\n on the reactor. Theoretically, I believed that there was a chance the", "As I stood there, pondering these possibilities, the door opened and\n the spy came out, waving a gun.\nIII", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "within the Project life was full, the knowledge of external dangers\n merely lurking at the backs of our minds. After all, those external\n dangers had been no more than potential for decades, since what Dr.", "\"No!\" he shouted. \"You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You\n think I'm a spy. That blundering Army of yours thinks I'm a spy. That", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"" ], [ "For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been\n told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all\n the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked!", "\"A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and\n managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He\n jammed it between floors. But the Army is doing everything it can think\n of to get him out.\"", "When I thought of how deeply he had penetrated our defenses, and of how\n many others there might be, still penetrating, I shuddered. The walls\n were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the\n other side of them.", "He couldn't have been anyone else but the spy. The gun, in the first\n place. The fact that he looked harried and upset and terribly nervous,\n in the second place. And, of course, the fact that he came from the\n elevator shaft.", "was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it\n go at that.\nBut now there was a spy in the elevator.", "\"The defenses,\" he interrupted me, \"are non-existent. If you mean the\n rocket launchers on the roof, they're rusted through with age. And what\n other defenses are there? None.\"", "\"Of course,\" I said.\n\n\n He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. \"Of course. The damn\n fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?\"", "answers flashed through my mind. The more recent maps might simply\n have omitted this discarded and unnecessary door. It might be sealed\n shut on the other side. The Army might have caught the spy already.", "people either, I suspected—than occasional ore-sleds that didn't\n return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the\n building, occasional spies of our own leaving the Project in tiny", "she leaned even closer to the screen—\"there's a spy in the elevator.\"\nII", "As I stood there, pondering these possibilities, the door opened and\n the spy came out, waving a gun.\nIII", "He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then\n looked at me again. \"All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that\n I\nhad\nfound indications that you people were planning to attack my\n Project?\"", "radiation-proof cars, hoping to get safely within another project and\n bring back news of any immediate threats and dangers that project might\n be planning for us. Most spies didn't return; most ore-sleds did. And", "THE SPY IN THE ELEVATOR\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\n\n\n Illustrated by WEST\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Well, according to Dr. Kilbillie (a walking library of unnecessary\n information), the Project had been built when there still had been such", "wore gray slacks and shirt, with brown slippers on his feet. He looked\n exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he\ndidn't\nlook like a", "your\nspies are doing, and if\nI'm\na spy, then it follows that\n I'm doing the same thing, right?\"", "spy, he looked overpoweringly ordinary. More than anything else, he\n reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to\n my parents' apartment.", "\"Two cups is fine,\" he said. \"One for each of us.\"\nAnd now I had yet another grudge against this blasted spy. Which", "completely enclosed. No one ever left, no one ever entered. Under our\n roof, we were a nation, two hundred stories high. The ever-present\n threat of other projects had never been more for me—or for most other" ], [ "reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't\never\ngoing to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me", "Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less\n to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we", "Well, of course, after working as an ore-sled dispatcher for three\n years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time,", "mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this\n morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her", "with you for a while. Will you be provisionally mine?\" I even had a\n Straightforward Approach: \"Linda, I'm going to be needing a wife for at", "And now, after all these years, the stairs might prove useful after\n all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a\n flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps.", "Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted\n to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to\n keep us from being interrupted.", "I sat shaken, digesting this news, until suddenly I remembered Linda.", "place. \"Ten o'clock,\" she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the\n phone. She knew why I wanted to talk to her. And when Linda said ten", "both had been genetically desirable (neither of us were) I knew that\n Linda relished her freedom and independence too much to ever contract", "She leaned so close this time that even I, distracted as I was, could\n hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, \"They're\n afraid they'll have to starve him out.\"", "\"Precisely.\" I found it necessary to inhale again, even more slowly\n than before. \"I was on my way,\" I explained, \"to propose to a girl whom", "I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you\n understand me?\"", "\"So what happened?\" he demanded, and immediately answered himself.\n \"I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first", "I thought fast. \"I'm an ore-sled dispatcher,\" I said. That was a lie,\n of course, but I'd heard enough about ore-sled dispatching from Linda", "To say that all of this was incomprehensible would be an extreme\n understatement. I fulfilled my obligation to this insane dialogue by\n saying, \"Here's your coffee.\"", "Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a\n harridan or anything like that. Far from it. But she does have a", "least a year or two, and I can't think of anyone I would rather spend\n that time with than you.\"", "She nodded, wide-eyed. I had stumbled on a romantic, though I was too\n preoccupied to notice it at the time.", "I took advantage of the fact. Calmly, rationally, I said to her, \"I\n would like to tell you something, Miss. I would like to tell you just" ] ]

[ "What is the most important lesson the mother passes on to the son?", "What happens to Earl in the end?", "How many times is Earl rescued by others teleporting to his location?", "What is the relationship like between mother and son?", "How are Earl’s mother and Benjamin related?", "Why is Mrs. Jamieson protective of Earl?", "Why do the Agents kill the Konvs?", "What are the mother’s hopes for her son?", "In what ways are the Agents able to track Konv?", "Why does the mother tell her son he should be comfortable in the nude?" ]

[ [ "Agents are adversaries", "Not all Agents are bad people", "To study hard and follow his heart", "To become an engineer so he is needed on Centaurus" ], [ "He goes on to live on Centaurus", "He never leaves Earth, hell bent on avenging his mother", "He removes his cylinder", "He is killed by the Agents" ], [ "None", "Three", "Two", "One" ], [ "She is too lenient with his curfew, causing her much stress worrying about him", "She is a helicopter parent and the son rebels because of it", "She is appalled that her son wants to become an Agent", "She is an important teacher in his life, and he trusts her" ], [ "The two of them recently bonded over being Konv", "Benjamin is actually Earl’s father", "Benjamin was close with her", "Benjamin is a vigilante of the Konv saving his mother as a concerned citizen" ], [ "She wants to preserve him to seek revenge for her", "She doesn’t want him to be seen without her since the Agents fear her", "She thinks he will misuse his powers for evil", "She worries the other children will report him" ], [ "Once they depart to Centaurus they become unreachable to the law", "They need to keep the number of Konvs down or everyone on Earth might die", "The Konvs are inherently bad for humanity", "They can commit lawless acts without punishment" ], [ "Singularly revenge of his father’s death", "To not follow her into the way of the Konv", "Revenge, get healthcare training", "To solve time travel, become an engineer" ], [ "Infrared tracking machines", "They can monitor brain waves", "They are able to travel through recent teleportation tracks behind the Konv", "They have no special equipment other than pistols" ], [ "He would always arrive to his teleported location naked", "She wants to improve his body positivity", "Being naked was a last resort way to distract the Agents from recognizing their cylinders", "He had to be naked in order to initiate a teleport" ] ]

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[ [ "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "\"Remember who you are. Play with them sometimes, even if you don't like\n it. You have a long way to go before you will be ready.\"", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "hate!\" But she clenched her hands over her knitting, knowing that he\n would learn it faster if she avoided the word.\nThe winter passed, and the next summer, and two more summers.", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "Her husband had been one of the first, and they would not forget. One\n day the boy would disappear for a few hours. When he returned the small", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"", "\"I'm not like most boys, mother. The Konvs saw to that. Sometimes I'm\n sorry. Back in high school I used to wish I was like the others. Do you", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Beyond the closed door, out of sight of her son, Mrs. Jamieson gave\n rein to the excitement that ran through her. He had wanted the names!", "It was there.\n\n\n \"Mom!\" he cried. \"Mom!\"", "He started for the door, but she called him back. \"No, don't run away\n from it now. This is the time to face it. There are two sides to every", "He removed her hand from his arm. Her nails were digging into his\n flesh. \"I don't know why. Mother, I'm sorry, but Agents are just people\n to me. I can't hate them the way you do.\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "terrible thing, but must be done. We don't want your secret; we only\n want law and order. There is room enough in the world for both of us.'\"" ], [ "Earl changed.", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "\"Well, what else can he do?\" Earl asked. \"After all, he is an Agent.\n If one of them is killed, he will have to tell what he knows.\"", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "She turned her back and slammed the door. Earl stood very still for\n a long time in the room that was to have been happy for him. She was\n crying just beyond the wall.", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "Earl said, \"Why was my father killed?\"", "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts" ], [ "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "\"Well, what else can he do?\" Earl asked. \"After all, he is an Agent.\n If one of them is killed, he will have to tell what he knows.\"", "Yet it held the power to move a body instantly from one point in space\n to any other point. Each unit was custom built, keyed to operate only\n by the thought pattern of the particular individual.", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "mine. I'm afraid it's time to leave Earth.\"\nEarl sat down suddenly, \"It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "He returned for the others. They gathered one night in a dirty,\n broken-down farmhouse in Missouri—and disappeared in a body, leaving\n the Agents standing helplessly on Earth, shaking their fists at the sky.", "Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. \"What is\n it?\" he asked, desperately. \"What happened to me?\"", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"", "Earl changed.", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second\n bedroom. He did not mention his frustrated desires to be normal, not", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "ones, along with Stinson and Benjamin and Dr. Straus. He helped plan\n the escape; but the Agents found him in Bangkok fifteen minutes before", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "fear that one or more of the men on Earl's list might have acquired a\n cylinder and were now Konvs themselves.\nTwo weeks later she read a news item saying that Tom Palieu had been" ], [ "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "\"I'm not like most boys, mother. The Konvs saw to that. Sometimes I'm\n sorry. Back in high school I used to wish I was like the others. Do you", "He removed her hand from his arm. Her nails were digging into his\n flesh. \"I don't know why. Mother, I'm sorry, but Agents are just people\n to me. I can't hate them the way you do.\"", "It was there.\n\n\n \"Mom!\" he cried. \"Mom!\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Beyond the closed door, out of sight of her son, Mrs. Jamieson gave\n rein to the excitement that ran through her. He had wanted the names!", "Her husband had been one of the first, and they would not forget. One\n day the boy would disappear for a few hours. When he returned the small", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "his friends in the river. Suddenly he appeared before her, completely\n nude. At sight of his mother his face paled and he began to shake", "Apparently they did not miss him. Mrs. Jamieson handed him a pair of\n trousers. \"Here, get yourself dressed. Then we'll talk.\"", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "Mrs. Jamieson slowly opened her eyes....\n\n\n She no longer felt the hands.\nShe was still in the room!\nBenjamin and\n her son were gone. Her outstretched hands touched nothing.", "She stood in the doorway and watched him leaning over his desk,\n attempting to write something on a sheet of paper. She was proud of his\n profile, tow-headed as a boy, handsome in a masculine way. He cracked\n his knuckles nervously.", "One day he disappeared.\nMrs. Jamieson was alarmed. Had the Agents found him? She watched the\n papers daily for some word of Konvs being killed." ], [ "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had\n just come there to live. Then she only said that she came from the\n East. She knew the names of eastern Wisconsin towns, and small facts", "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret.\n They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the \"damn", "great ones,\" he would say, and she would repeat all the things she\n remembered about Stinson and Benjamin and Straus. She never tired of\n discussing them. She would tell about Benjamin's wife, Lisa, and try to", "Earl changed.", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "She knew. She had found a gun in Earl's desk.\n\n\n She took the paper into Earl's room. \"Did you do this?\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room.\n\n\n \"Where have you been?\" she asked petulantly.\n\n\n \"Oh, here and there.\"", "Benjamin held out his hands. They took them, to increase the power of\n the cylinders. As the Agents pounded on the door, Mrs. Jamieson flicked", "Excitement brought color to her cheeks when she thought of Earl facing\n one of them—a lean, cunning jaguar facing a fat, lazy bear. It was her", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "Earl said, \"Why was my father killed?\"", "No sound was generated by the man's coming. One instant they were\n talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a", "metallurgist, Straus a doctor. But Straus is an old man by this time. A\n young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even\n the great ones get sick.\"" ], [ "like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then\n he said, 'Come with me.' I went with him. I don't know why. It seemed", "insane and made the raid singlehanded. Mrs. Jamieson read the account\n of crimes committed by the man and his wife, and determined to prevent\n Earl from making the mistake of taking on more than he could handle.", "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "That is, the first shock was over. Mrs. Jamieson watched Earl leave the\n house, walking slowly along the river, a boy with a man's problems.", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "Mrs. Jamieson turned to leave the room, but he stopped her. \"You\n understand what I'm saying, don't you?\"", "In the spring Mrs. Jamieson caught a virus cold which resulted in a\n long convalescence. Earl moved into the new bedroom. At first she", "It was inevitable that they should identify Mrs. Jamieson as one of\n the offenders, since they had discovered, even before Stinson took his", "Mrs. Jamieson was furious. \"And you believed him?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know. I just know what he said—and that he let me go without\n trying to shoot me.\"", "For Mrs. Jamieson was one of the Konvs.", "Mrs. Jamieson's face colored, then drained white.", "It was also convenient for coming home late at night after Agent\n hunting.\n\n\n Mrs. Jamieson was becoming obvious.", "Beyond the closed door, out of sight of her son, Mrs. Jamieson gave\n rein to the excitement that ran through her. He had wanted the names!", "Mrs. Jamieson could not remember, before she died.", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "\"Better put your trousers on,\" Mrs. Jamieson said. \"It's something very\n unusual and terrible to think of at first, but really wonderful.\"\n\n\n \"But what happened? What is this patch behind my ear?\"" ], [ "him. Then he said he didn't blame me for not telling, that Konvs must\n fear Agents, and hate them. Then he said, 'Do you know why we kill", "Agents\" now with a curl of his lip. They had been successful in\n contacting other Konvs, and sometimes visited them at a remote\n rendezvous.", "Konv, one of those left behind by Stinson as an undesirable. His wife\n had been killed by the Agents the week before. He had gone completely", "years they might be scattered all over Earth. In the killing of Konvs,\n some cylinders might even be taken by Agents—and used by them, for", "killed by a Konv. The assassin's identity was unknown, but agents were\n working on the case.", "\"They will,\" she agreed. \"It doesn't matter who the Konv is, now that\n an Agent has been killed. The one in Bangkok will tell them about you\n and the list of names, and it's all they need.\"", "Konvs? We kill them because there is no prison cell in the world that\n will hold a Konv. When they break the law, we have no choice. It is a", "One day he disappeared.\nMrs. Jamieson was alarmed. Had the Agents found him? She watched the\n papers daily for some word of Konvs being killed.", "campaign against Konvs. One base act led to another, until the original\n reason for noticing them at all was lost. Normal men no longer thought\n of them as human.", "Suddenly his face paled and he stopped in the act of getting into his\n trousers. \"Guess I know now. They made me a Konv.\"", "The second day after his disappearance she found a small item. A Konv\n had raided the Agent's office in Stockholm, killing three, and getting", "\"By mistake. Back in those days, like now, there were good Konvs and\n bad. One of those not selected by Stinson to join us was enraged, half", "the group left. They shot him in the back, and the others had to go on\n without him. Now do you know why I killed the Agent in the third cabin?", "\"Well, what else can he do?\" Earl asked. \"After all, he is an Agent.\n If one of them is killed, he will have to tell what he knows.\"", "He turned back, a dawning comprehension showing in his eyes. \"That's\n right, you're one, too. That is why you killed that Agent in the third\n cabin.\"", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"", "\"Oh, yes they will,\" she said. \"Don't underestimate them. Agents are\n picked from the most intelligent people on Earth. It will be a small", "\"Tell me what happened! If an Agent saw you ... well, either he killed\n you or you killed him. But you're here alive.\"", "Konvs when he left Earth, leaving all those with criminal tendencies\n behind. They could have followed if they chose—what could stop them?", "pattern—usually a person from the same family. I would say it is very\n likely that Konvs will be found here.\"\nHe shook his head. \"No. They knew we were coming, and no one said a" ], [ "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "Beyond the closed door, out of sight of her son, Mrs. Jamieson gave\n rein to the excitement that ran through her. He had wanted the names!", "while her husband had been one of twenty-eight persons. She decided\n then that her efforts would be too ineffective. The odds were wrong.\n She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown.", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "\"I'm not like most boys, mother. The Konvs saw to that. Sometimes I'm\n sorry. Back in high school I used to wish I was like the others. Do you", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "Her husband had been one of the first, and they would not forget. One\n day the boy would disappear for a few hours. When he returned the small", "He didn't know why—not yet—but he would. \"He'll do it yet!\" she\n whispered to the flowered wallpaper. She didn't care that no one heard\n her.", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his\n friends began to bore him. \"Be careful, Earl,\" his mother would say.", "Excitement brought color to her cheeks when she thought of Earl facing\n one of them—a lean, cunning jaguar facing a fat, lazy bear. It was her", "She did not mention her secret hope, that before they left Earth\n he would have fully avenged his father's death. He was clever and\n intelligent.\n\n\n He could kill many Agents.", "He removed her hand from his arm. Her nails were digging into his\n flesh. \"I don't know why. Mother, I'm sorry, but Agents are just people\n to me. I can't hate them the way you do.\"", "She stood in the doorway and watched him leaning over his desk,\n attempting to write something on a sheet of paper. She was proud of his\n profile, tow-headed as a boy, handsome in a masculine way. He cracked\n his knuckles nervously.", "It was there.\n\n\n \"Mom!\" he cried. \"Mom!\"", "his friends in the river. Suddenly he appeared before her, completely\n nude. At sight of his mother his face paled and he began to shake", "be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be\n ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a\n heart full of hate.", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"" ], [ "Agents\" now with a curl of his lip. They had been successful in\n contacting other Konvs, and sometimes visited them at a remote\n rendezvous.", "\"They will,\" she agreed. \"It doesn't matter who the Konv is, now that\n an Agent has been killed. The one in Bangkok will tell them about you\n and the list of names, and it's all they need.\"", "him. Then he said he didn't blame me for not telling, that Konvs must\n fear Agents, and hate them. Then he said, 'Do you know why we kill", "years they might be scattered all over Earth. In the killing of Konvs,\n some cylinders might even be taken by Agents—and used by them, for", "killed by a Konv. The assassin's identity was unknown, but agents were\n working on the case.", "confidence allowed him to reach any part of the Earth he chose. She\n knew the habits of Agents. She knew how to avoid them.", "Konv, one of those left behind by Stinson as an undesirable. His wife\n had been killed by the Agents the week before. He had gone completely", "\"Oh, yes they will,\" she said. \"Don't underestimate them. Agents are\n picked from the most intelligent people on Earth. It will be a small", "The second day after his disappearance she found a small item. A Konv\n had raided the Agent's office in Stockholm, killing three, and getting", "One day he disappeared.\nMrs. Jamieson was alarmed. Had the Agents found him? She watched the\n papers daily for some word of Konvs being killed.", "Suddenly his face paled and he stopped in the act of getting into his\n trousers. \"Guess I know now. They made me a Konv.\"", "\"Well, what else can he do?\" Earl asked. \"After all, he is an Agent.\n If one of them is killed, he will have to tell what he knows.\"", "difficult aspect of their job now is to find where you live, and it\n won't be impossible. They will drive their cars through every city on\n Earth with those new detectors, until they pick up your pattern or", "They would select a spot sufficiently remote to insure detection, she\n would devise some prank to irritate the Agents; then they would quickly", "pattern—usually a person from the same family. I would say it is very\n likely that Konvs will be found here.\"\nHe shook his head. \"No. They knew we were coming, and no one said a", "\"No, it doesn't. This is not the time for such discussions, anyway. The\n Agents have their machines working at top speed, while we sit here and\n talk.\"\n\n\n Suddenly they were not alone.", "Konvs when he left Earth, leaving all those with criminal tendencies\n behind. They could have followed if they chose—what could stop them?", "ones, along with Stinson and Benjamin and Dr. Straus. He helped plan\n the escape; but the Agents found him in Bangkok fifteen minutes before", "Konvs? We kill them because there is no prison cell in the world that\n will hold a Konv. When they break the law, we have no choice. It is a", "\"No, I don't!\" she said sharply. \"You're old enough to face realities.\n You are a Konv. You always will be a Konv.\nHave you forgotten your own\n father?\n\"" ], [ "his friends in the river. Suddenly he appeared before her, completely\n nude. At sight of his mother his face paled and he began to shake", "\"Get used to what?\"\n\n\n \"To people seeing you nude.\"\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Never mind. What happened just now?\"", "middle-aged man whose hair was completely white. He stood near the\n desk, easily, as if standing there were the most natural way to relax.\n He was entirely nude ... but it seemed natural and right.", "\"Well, I think not,\" she said firmly. \"Anyway, the room will be\n comfortable.\"\n\n\n He shook his head again. \"Why can't I be in the house with you? There\n are two bedrooms.\"", "\"I don't blame you, mother,\" Earl said simply. \"But we are freaks.\n Everybody says, 'Konv' as if it is something dirty. They write it on\n the walls in rest rooms.\"", "Mrs. Jamieson and her son were very comfortable, even in the coldest\n winter. During the summer they rented a few row boats to vacationing\n fishermen, and she had built a few overnight cabins beside the road.", "Sometimes when she talked about her husband, Mrs. Jamieson wanted to\n stand up and scream at her son, \"Hate, hate! Hate! You must learn to", "Mrs. Jamieson held out her hand. \"Come here, son. It's time I told you\n about us.\"", "Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him.\n\n\n \"Benjamin!\" she cried. \"I knew someone would come.\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"This is your son?\"", "He removed her hand from his arm. Her nails were digging into his\n flesh. \"I don't know why. Mother, I'm sorry, but Agents are just people\n to me. I can't hate them the way you do.\"", "She painted the room herself, in soft, pastel colors. When it was\n finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it.", "She said quickly, \"You can if you wish. I just thought you'd like being\n alone, at your age. Most boys do.\"", "He started for his room, but she stopped him. \"No, do it right here.\n You may as well get used to it now.\"", "\"You have asked many times,\" Mrs. Jamieson said, \"how your father\n died. Now I will tell you the truth. Your father was one of the great", "Apparently they did not miss him. Mrs. Jamieson handed him a pair of\n trousers. \"Here, get yourself dressed. Then we'll talk.\"", "for indecency. It was a valid charge. One disadvantage of this method\n of travel was that, while a body could travel instantaneously to any\n chosen spot, it arrived without clothes.", "Mrs. Jamieson stopped on her way out of the room and laid a hand on his\n arm. \"Your father would have been proud of you,\" she said. \"Soon you\n will learn the truth about the Agents.\"", "It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs.\n Jamieson was working in her kitchen; Earl supposedly was swimming with", "\"Remember who you are. Play with them sometimes, even if you don't like\n it. You have a long way to go before you will be ready.\"", "\"Yes,\" she said. \"We are ready.\"\n\n\n \"I remember when you were born,\" he said, and smiled in reminiscence.\n \"Your father was afraid you would be twins.\"" ] ]

[ "What were Alben’s intentions before he time travelled?", "What was Albin’s motivation to not turn back on his journey?", "What were the two outcomes of pulling the lever or not pulling the lever?", "What was the purpose of the object given to Alben before he time travelled?", "What is the relationship like between Sadha and Alben?", "What was the significance of the narrator’s lineage?" ]

[ [ "He anticipated being able to improve his status in life", "He anticipated an adventure and felt privileged to go on one", "He intended to double cross those who gave him orders", "He anticipated changing the way the world was governed" ], [ "He thought his life would improve", "He knew he would never be asked to time travel again", "He resented his family and didn’t care about risking his life", "He thought he would die on the return trip by blacking out anyways" ], [ "The outcomes could not be known", "The world would suffer from a deadly human virus either way", "The world starving or the human population crashing", "The population would become largely sterile either way" ], [ "It held the machine on pause in 1976 so he could gather his courage and prepare to execute his orders", "It was a time capsule of objects to show the people in the past", "It was a weapon to be used only if absolutely necessary", "It was a record of events to help him remain oriented as to what his timeline was" ], [ "Sadha and Alben are both capable of time travel and this time Alben was chosen for the mission which Sadha resented", "Sadha takes orders from Alben under the direction of another council", "Sadha was part of designing and building the time machine with Alben", "Sadha provides orders to Alben, and is under the direction of other men who council him, but their relationship goes no further" ], [ "He had genes to be a high class citizen in his current timeline", "He came from a line of distinguished biologists that solved genetics issues", "He had genes to survive time travel", "He knew secrets of time travel machine building that were a privilege above those around him" ] ]

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[ [ "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "It was odd, Mac Albin reflected, that these temporal journeys, which\n induced coma in everyone who tried it, only made him feel slightly\n dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni, he", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "The old man smiled again. \"Yes. Of course, Mr. Gomez.\" He came up to\n where Alben stood in the entrance of the time machine and handed the", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Max Alben would", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "the same point in time to change them.\"\nAlbin laughed. \"That's just looking for trouble.\"", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Mac Albin would", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "and he knew, roughly, what it was supposed to accomplish. He knew also\n that this was the first backward journey of any great duration and,\n being scientifically unpredictable, might well be the death of him.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "If his great-grandfather had not volunteered for the earliest\n time-travel experiments way back in the nineteen-seventies, back even", "If his great-grandfather had not volunteered for the earliest\n time-travel experiments way back in the nineteen-seventies, back even", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "to do it before you have a chance to undo it!\nIt was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "According to his gauges, he was now in 1976. He cut speed until he hit\n the last day of April, then cut speed again, drifting slowly backward", "\"I am sure, young man, that I don't have to go into the details of your\n instructions once more. You enter the time machine and go back the", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!" ], [ "\"That I'll promise you,\" Albin said a trifle disgustedly. \"It'll end\n with neither a bang\nnor\na whimper. So long, Hugo. So long, Bob.\"", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "Albin decided that he was experiencing renunciation and felt proud.", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "and he knew, roughly, what it was supposed to accomplish. He knew also\n that this was the first backward journey of any great duration and,\n being scientifically unpredictable, might well be the death of him.", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "reality all around him, Mac Albin felt a bit of shame at what he was\n doing. He'd promised Bob and Hugo to drop the experiment at any stage", "the same point in time to change them.\"\nAlbin laughed. \"That's just looking for trouble.\"", "It was odd, Mac Albin reflected, that these temporal journeys, which\n induced coma in everyone who tried it, only made him feel slightly\n dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni, he", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "from. He wouldn't return. He'd go through with it.", "on Earth—absolutely without exception—had to choose a branch of\n research science in which to specialize. In the flabby, careful,\n life-guarding world the Earth had become, Mac Albin would never have", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed as he looked at the morose faces\n of his two colleagues. Bob Skeat and Hugo Honek had done as much as he", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "Even if he didn't come back, he had at last found a socially useful\n escape from genetic responsibility to humanity in general and his own\n family in particular. This was a damn good job and he was lucky.", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!" ], [ "\"Ah, yes, the red switch. He pulls the little red switch toward him.\n Thank you, Mr. Gomez, thank you very much, sir. He pulls the little", "... pushed the little red switch from him.\nflick!\n... toward him.\nflick!\n... from him.\nflick!", "All he had to do now was materialize in the right spot, flash out and\n push the red switch from him. Then his exciting adventure would be over.\n\n\n But....", "All he had to do now was materialize in the right spot, flash out and\n pull the red switch toward him. Then his well-paid assignment would be\n done.\n\n\n But....", "out and its alternate goes on—just like two electric light bulbs on a\n push-pull circuit. We and every single one of our artifacts, including\n the time machine, disappear. The problem is how to keep that manuscript", "He paused, having evidently stumbled out of his thought sequence.\n\n\n \"And he pulls the red switch toward him,\" Gomez, the dandelion-root\n magnate, reminded him sharply, impatiently.", "Mac Albin pushed the little red switch from him.\nflick!\n... pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!", "not see him. The single red switch pointed downward on the instrument\n panel. That was the gimmick that controlled the course of the missile.\n Now! Now to make a halfway interesting world!", "\"That I'll promise you,\" Albin said a trifle disgustedly. \"It'll end\n with neither a bang\nnor\na whimper. So long, Hugo. So long, Bob.\"", "2089 until you push that red switch on the green instrument panel. The\n moment you do, our world, with all its slow slide to extinction, goes", "world in which the Blight never occurred. That is correct, is it not,\n gentlemen?\" he asked, turning anxiously again.\nNone of the half-dozen men on couches deigned to answer him. And", "the technicians' reassurances that all this would be happening too fast\n to be visible. He saw the single red switch pointing upward on the\n instrument panel. The switch that controlled the course of the missile.", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "Max Alben pulled the little red switch toward him.\nflick!\nAs the equipment of the remote-control station began to oscillate into", "\"You've explained enough facts.\" Levney turned to the man inside the\n time machine. \"Hey, fella. You.\nMove!\n\"", "mean. The Epidemic doesn't occur, but something else does. A new world,\n a different 2089, an alternate time sequence. It'll be a world in which", "He twisted around, reaching overhead for the lever which activated the\n forces that drove the time machine.\nflick!", "rest against the thin etched line that indicated the exactly crucial\n moment. Then he pulled the brake and stopped the machine dead.", "superb position, to deflect the missile in its downward course and\n alter human history for the better. Very much for the better. Yes.\"", "push that red switch away from you, a lot of other things are going to\n happen than just deflecting the missile so that it will explode in the\n Brazilian jungle instead of the Pacific Ocean.\"" ], [ "The old man smiled again. \"Yes. Of course, Mr. Gomez.\" He came up to\n where Alben stood in the entrance of the time machine and handed the", "It was odd, Mac Albin reflected, that these temporal journeys, which\n induced coma in everyone who tried it, only made him feel slightly\n dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni, he", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "sealed metal cylinder to him. \"This is the precaution the scientists\n have just added. When you arrive at your destination, just before\n materializing, you will release it into the surrounding temporal", "He picked up the small metal box, twisted around to face the opening\n of the time machine and dropped it into the gray murk. A solid object", "\"Oh, it won't be that bad,\" Albin reassured him absent-mindedly from\n where he lay contorted inside the time machine. He watched Skeat coming\n toward him with the box.", "He picked up the sealed metal cylinder, walked to the entrance of the\n time machine and tossed it into the gray murk. A solid object floating", "Alben noticed that Abd Sadha had risen from the straight chair at\n the far side of the room and was approaching him with a sealed metal\n cylinder in one hand.", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "being put into operation. But it meant a lot more to Mac Albin than\n merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of\n death.", "Max Alben gulped and nodded violently. He darted to the rear of the\n machine and turned the dial which activated it.\nflick!", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "\"Well, all you do, if I have this figured right, is shove the metal\n box containing the manuscript out into the surrounding temporal medium", "And if that had not been discovered, the ruling powers of Earth, more\n than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an", "\"But Bob and you both tried to operate the machine,\" Albin reminded\n him. \"And you blacked out after a fifteen-second temporal displacement.", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Max Alben would", "and he knew, roughly, what it was supposed to accomplish. He knew also\n that this was the first backward journey of any great duration and,\n being scientifically unpredictable, might well be the death of him.", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Mac Albin would", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them," ], [ "Alben noticed that Abd Sadha had risen from the straight chair at\n the far side of the room and was approaching him with a sealed metal\n cylinder in one hand.", "\"You understand, do you not, young man, that if anything goes wrong,\"\n Abd Sadha asked, his head nodding tremulously and anticipating the", "Sadha might be Secretary-General of the United Nations, but that\n was still a civil-service job, only a few social notches higher", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed as he looked at the morose faces\n of his two colleagues. Bob Skeat and Hugo Honek had done as much as he", "Alben kept his eyes deferentially in their direction, too, as he had\n throughout this period of last-minute instruction.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered again affectionately.", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "He stopped and scratched his dirt-matted hair. Wasn't there something\n he was supposed to do a second before materialization? Yes, that\n useless old windbag, Sadha, had given him a last instruction.", "of their tremendous stature so much as waste a glance on someone like\n Alben ordinarily, let alone confer a lifetime pension on his wife and\n five children of a full spoonful each of non-synthetic sugar a day?", "\"Just so.\" Abd Sadha nodded. \"April 18, 1976. And on this site. You", "This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost\n outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it,", "The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt\n the sensation of power.", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he muttered as he hurried into the\n laboratory slightly ahead of the escorting technicians, all of them,", "\"That I'll promise you,\" Albin said a trifle disgustedly. \"It'll end\n with neither a bang\nnor\na whimper. So long, Hugo. So long, Bob.\"", "\"Good old Giovanni Albeni,\" he laughed again happily.", "Albin decided that he was experiencing renunciation and felt proud.", "Albin grimaced in annoyance. \"I\nam\nexcited by doing something\n besides sitting in a safe little corner working out safe little", "Levney sat up on his couch and snapped his fingers peremptorily. \"I\n just heard Gomez tell you to get this thing moving, Sadha. And it isn't\n moving. We're busy men. We've wasted enough time.\"", "That was why a desperate and secret attempt to alter the past was being\n made. This kind of world was evidently impossible.\n\n\n Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world!\n What a comfortable place to live!", "The old man smiled again. \"Yes. Of course, Mr. Gomez.\" He came up to\n where Alben stood in the entrance of the time machine and handed the" ], [ "If his great-grandfather had not volunteered for the earliest\n time-travel experiments way back in the nineteen-seventies, back even", "If his great-grandfather had not volunteered for the earliest\n time-travel experiments way back in the nineteen-seventies, back even", "It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business,\n which knocked unconscious everyone who tried it, only made him feel\n slightly dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni,", "knew. Maybe there was some genetic relationship with his above-average\n fertility—might be a good idea to mention the idea to a biologist or\n two when he returned.\nIf", "obscure civil-service job as a relief guard at the North American\n Chicken Reservation to his present heroic and remunerative eminence.\n He would still be patrolling the barbed wire that surrounded the three", "inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began\n to read it rapidly, very rapidly, as if it were a newly published paper\n on neutrinos. Besides, the manuscript was written with almost painful", "It was odd, Mac Albin reflected, that these temporal journeys, which\n induced coma in everyone who tried it, only made him feel slightly\n dizzy. That was because he was descended from Giovanni Albeni, he", "Even if he didn't come back, he had at last found a socially useful\n escape from genetic responsibility to humanity in general and his own\n family in particular. This was a damn good job and he was lucky.", "It was a good job and Mac Albin knew whom he had to thank for it—his\n great-grandfather.", "Leisurely, he unzipped the richly embroidered garment that, as the\n father of two children, he was privileged to wear, and wriggled into", "They with their easy lives, what did they know what existence had been\n like for such as he? Hunger, always hunger, scrabbling, servility, and", "been ordered to marry women they could live with; he'd drawn a female\n with whom he was completely incompatible in any but a genetic sense.\n Genetics! He was tired of genetics and the sanctity of human life,", "He stopped and scratched his dirt-matted hair. Wasn't there something\n he was supposed to do a second before materialization? Yes, that\n useless old windbag, Sadha, had given him a last instruction.", "He paused, having evidently stumbled out of his thought sequence.\n\n\n \"And he pulls the red switch toward him,\" Gomez, the dandelion-root\n magnate, reminded him sharply, impatiently.", "\"I hope you do,\" Bob Skeat sighed. \"I hope you do know that. A\n twentieth century poet once wrote something to the effect that the", "than a chicken guard. His clothes were fully as ragged, fully as\n multi-colored, as those that Alben had stepped out of. And the gnawing\n in his stomach was no doubt almost as great.", "before the Epidemic, it would never have been discovered that he and\n his seed possessed a great deal of immunity to extra-temporal blackout.", "rest against the thin etched line that indicated the exactly crucial\n moment. Then he pulled the brake and stopped the machine dead.", "before the Blight, it would never have been discovered that he and his\n seed possessed a great deal of immunity to extra-temporal blackout.", "No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique\n capacity for remaining conscious during time travel, Mac Albin would" ] ]

[ "How does Lexington feel towards his machinery?", "How did Peter approach his conversations with Lexington?", "What is Lexington’s personality like?", "What is most like the experience Lexington created in his factory?", "How did Lexington come to create his factory?", "What does Lexington make at the factory?", "How many people did Peter find out Lexington employed at the factory?", "What did Lexington think about Peter’s engineering training experience?", "What is the relationship like between Lexington and Manners?" ]

[ [ "He feels he has lost his ability to properly control the machinery", "He keeps a tight control on it’s operations to make sure nothing goes awry", "He detests what he has created", "He has come to understand it can not possibly operate without him" ], [ "He covered many of the details of his background to hopefully get himself hired", "He dutifully took notes to be able to report what he found out", "He was cautious to be humble and honest with his answers", "He carefully mirrored his behavior to not upset him" ], [ "Eccentric and optimistically inclined", "Eccentric and prone to occasional outbursts", "Quiet and reserved", "Weathered and apathetic" ], [ "Advanced automation that only requires one engineer operator to manage a control panel", "Artificial intelligence", "Mechanically assisted task stations to minimize the chance of human workers being hurt", "Classes of specialized robots for each task" ], [ "He inherited the buildings and the base machinery in a windfall", "He converted his factory from an automotive plant", "He started from relatively little and built the operation slowly over time increasing automation capacity", "After he graduated college, he and his business partner created the first factory prototype, but eventually split the business in half and parted ways" ], [ "Automotive components", "Basic parts", "Aircraft components", "Robots to automate other factories" ], [ "About 50, each with a robot assistant", "Only himself", "Three", "Himself and one engineer whom he was trying to replace" ], [ "He felt it made him seem driven and motivated", "He thought that practical experience translated well to his factory", "He thought it made him less fit as an engineer", "He thought it was a bonus, but not necessary for the role" ], [ "Manners was familiar with Lexington prior to their first meeting and he was about how he expected based on that knowledge", "Lexington is unimpressed with Manners, but chooses to taunt him through a difficult discussion anyways", "They are meeting for the first time, and come to an understanding of each other that would be enough to maintain a working relationship", "Upon the first meeting they do not hit it off, but given a second chance they find they have the ability to work together" ] ]

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[ [ "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "\"Exactly!\" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. \"I\n had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give\n me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be\n activated.", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then\n he continued with his narrative. \"I suppose it's all my own fault. I\n didn't detect the symptoms soon enough. After this plant got working", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an\n exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief.\n Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably,", "Lexington sank deeper in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he\n spoke. \"I put myself in hock to the eyeballs, which wasn't easy," ], [ "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. \"That and\n whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it.\"\n\n\n \"Well, am I?\" Lexington demanded.", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"What can you do?\" asked Lexington abruptly.\nPeter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "\"Stockpiled you,\" Lexington said.\n\n\n Peter blinked. \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Stockpiled you! How much did they pay you?\"", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had\n sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd\n seen for himself, did allowing himself to be intimidated.", "He nodded, then realized he had to answer aloud if there was a\n microphone around; but the soft voice said: \"Follow the open doors down\n the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you.\"", "although it hadn't been strenuous.\nHe leaned back in his chair and began to talk in a low voice completely\n in contrast with the overbearing manner he had used upon Peter's", "\"Very good,\" said Lexington. \"Most people only notice the automatic\n doors. Anything else?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Peter said. \"You're the only person I've seen in the building.\"", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "looked at him for quite a while without saying anything, his face\n sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the\n silence remain unbroken.", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"" ], [ "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "\"Less than you think,\" Lexington said. \"It's the preconceived notions\n they're interested in protecting. At least I won't have to beat them\n out of you.\"", "Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. \"That and\n whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it.\"\n\n\n \"Well, am I?\" Lexington demanded.", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry", "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "LEX\nBy W. T. HAGGERT\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then\n he continued with his narrative. \"I suppose it's all my own fault. I\n didn't detect the symptoms soon enough. After this plant got working", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "He nodded, then realized he had to answer aloud if there was a\n microphone around; but the soft voice said: \"Follow the open doors down\n the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you.\"", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and" ], [ "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief.\n Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably,", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "\"Exactly!\" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. \"I\n had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give\n me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be\n activated.", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then\n he continued with his narrative. \"I suppose it's all my own fault. I\n didn't detect the symptoms soon enough. After this plant got working", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with", "\"Very good,\" said Lexington. \"Most people only notice the automatic\n doors. Anything else?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Peter said. \"You're the only person I've seen in the building.\"", "and studied it to kill time. Plain, featureless concrete walls, not\n large for a manufacturing plant—it took a scant minute to exhaust its\n sightseeing potential. If he walked around the building, he could, if", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "\"It had chosen a name for itself, for instance—'Lex.' That shook me.\n You might think Lex Industries was named through an abbreviation of", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "antiseptic corridor to another door which had opened, giving access to\n the manufacturing area. As they moved along, between rows of seemingly\n disorganized machinery, Peter noticed that the factory lights high" ], [ "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief.\n Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably,", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with", "Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then\n he continued with his narrative. \"I suppose it's all my own fault. I\n didn't detect the symptoms soon enough. After this plant got working", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "\"It had chosen a name for itself, for instance—'Lex.' That shook me.\n You might think Lex Industries was named through an abbreviation of", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "LEX\nBy W. T. HAGGERT\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "\"Exactly!\" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. \"I\n had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give\n me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be\n activated.", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry" ], [ "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief.\n Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably,", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then\n he continued with his narrative. \"I suppose it's all my own fault. I\n didn't detect the symptoms soon enough. After this plant got working", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it\n stopped again, and another cup of coffee rose to its surface.\nLexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry", "Lexington scowled. \"I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one\n multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second,\n and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away\n to attend to mysterious duties of their own.", "\"Well,\" said Lexington unexpectedly, \"there\nis\na shortage! And the", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "\"It had chosen a name for itself, for instance—'Lex.' That shook me.\n You might think Lex Industries was named through an abbreviation of", "LEX\nBy W. T. HAGGERT\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from" ], [ "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "\"Very good,\" said Lexington. \"Most people only notice the automatic\n doors. Anything else?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Peter said. \"You're the only person I've seen in the building.\"", "The interview was at three. Fifteen minutes to go. Coming early would\n betray overeagerness. Peter stood in front of the Lex Industries plant", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "\"Stockpiled you,\" Lexington said.\n\n\n Peter blinked. \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Stockpiled you! How much did they pay you?\"", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. \"That and\n whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it.\"\n\n\n \"Well, am I?\" Lexington demanded.", "Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief.\n Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably,", "\"What can you do?\" asked Lexington abruptly.\nPeter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "\"Hard to believe?\" said Peter. \"I almost can't. The trade journals run\n articles about factories like this one, but planned for ten, maybe\n twenty years in the future.\"" ], [ "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "\"Some,\" said Peter, stung again, this time not by a compliment. \"After\n I got my degree, I went East for a post-graduate training program with\n an electrical manufacturer. I got quite a bit of experience there. The\n company—\"", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. \"That and\n whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it.\"\n\n\n \"Well, am I?\" Lexington demanded.", "\"Very good,\" said Lexington. \"Most people only notice the automatic\n doors. Anything else?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Peter said. \"You're the only person I've seen in the building.\"", "\"I don't know,\" Peter said.\n\n\n Lexington leaned back. \"That's quite a lot of admissions you've made.\n What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?\"", "\"With your head full of this nonsense about a shortage of engineers.\"\n\n\n Peter swallowed. \"I thought it would be easier to get a job than it has\n been, yes.\"", "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "\"What can you do?\" asked Lexington abruptly.\nPeter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "\"Damn fools!\" exclaimed Lexington, getting part of his breath back.\n \"They could have had it years ago, if they'd been willing to drop their\n idiotic notions about specialization.\"", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "Here Lexington frowned. \"It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there\n and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and", "\"What happened to your original company?\" Peter asked.\nLexington smiled. \"Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with" ], [ "\"Mr. Lexington?\" he said. \"I'm Peter Manners. The Association—\"\n\n\n \"Sit down,\" said the man at the desk. \"Let's look you over.\"", "Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of\n frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be\n replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to", "When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this\n man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little\n might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it.", "Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes,\n Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him!\n \"No, you're not.\"\n\n\n \"Then what am I after?\"", "His eyes eventually had to move to Lexington, and they were daunted\n for another instant. This was a citadel of a man—great girders of", "\"Come on,\" said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. \"I'll show\n you.\"\nThe office door opened, and Peter found himself being led down the", "Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. \"That and\n whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it.\"\n\n\n \"Well, am I?\" Lexington demanded.", "\"Less than you think,\" Lexington said. \"It's the preconceived notions\n they're interested in protecting. At least I won't have to beat them\n out of you.\"", "Finally Lexington spoke. \"I know it's hard to believe, but there it is.\"", "\"Good,\" said Lexington. \"Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you\n have any knowledge of medicine?\"\n\n\n \"Not enough to matter,\" Peter said, stung by the compliment.", "Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one\n of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily", "\"What?\" he panted. \"Who—?\"\n\n\n \"You\nare\nMr. Manners?\" the voice asked.", "Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. \"Really,\n these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole", "He nodded, then realized he had to answer aloud if there was a\n microphone around; but the soft voice said: \"Follow the open doors down\n the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you.\"", "\"The answer came back in the jargon it had learned from letters it had\n seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX", "LEX\nBy W. T. HAGGERT\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face\n when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington", "Lexington paused here. \"This is the bay used by the trucks arriving\n with raw materials,\" he said. \"They back up to this door, and a set", "Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines,\n each one seemingly intent on cutting, bending, welding, grinding\n or carrying some bit of metal, or just standing idle, waiting for", "\"Damn fools!\" exclaimed Lexington, getting part of his breath back.\n \"They could have had it years ago, if they'd been willing to drop their\n idiotic notions about specialization.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the author’s thesis?", "What is the fallacy that the author presents?", "What does the author think is not possible to ensure?", "What does the author argue is newly developing in relation to Keynesianism?", "What is the feedback that controls the interest rate set by the Federal reserve?", "What is supposed to be the desired effect of lowering interest rates?", "What did Keynes posit was an influence on the rate of interest in the economy?", "How does the author use the word vulgar in the piece? To mean:" ]

[ [ "That even Keynesian economists are misinterpreting some of the intentions of Keynes’ original theories", "There are so many unknowns in Keynes’ theories that it has come time to develop a new set of economic theories separate from his", "Keynesian economists are more united than divided", "It’s not possible to know what Keynes’ true intentions were" ], [ "There are several untrue versions of Keynes’ theories that were circulated early on in his career", "There are too many people in control of the interest rate to know who makes the decisions", "Setting the employment capacity for the economy in dangerous", "The Federal Reserve having complete say on the interest rate cannot coexist with the idea that savings rates increasing is bad for the economy " ], [ "More unemployed people will be linked with greater savings", "Less savings due to low interest rates will translate to more investments", "Investments will always increase in the long run", "Keynes’ theories are still relevant to the economy today" ], [ "There is a sense of Keynes’ theories being overstated ", "Kaynes is being left out of current economic teachings", "It’s been misinterpreted as only a way to explain unemployment and nothing more", "It’s being boiled down to the idea that low consumer spend rates cause problems to occur in the economy" ], [ "Jobs and investments", "Investments only", "Savings rate", "Jobs only" ], [ "Lower unemployment", "Lower employment", "Decrease investments", "Increase savings" ], [ "Desire to hold cash unless incentivized otherwise", "Full employment", "Balance between savings and investment", "Number of crashes per decade" ], [ "An accident", "Danger", "A partisan understanding", "A distorted view" ] ]

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[ "How is the author connected with Nash?", "How was Nash’s family involved in the story?", "What were some of the themes in Nash’s later years?", "How was Nash viewed by his colleagues over time?", "What were some of the reported events that the author brings up to justify Nash’s undoing?", "What were some of Nash’s working habits?", "What is the significance of the fixed point to the story?", "What was an early achievement of the main character the author focuses on?", "How many major mathematical problems does Nash solve that are mentioned in the article?", "What does the author hypothesize is connected in human genetics?" ]

[ [ "They were a student of Nash and witnessed his undoing", "They too are involved with both mathematics and asylums", "They were classmates of Nash", "They are writing a biography about Nash" ], [ "His two sons and previous wife were talked about", "His father was a large influence on his life", "His mother’s influence was discussed at length", "His parents and wife were discussed" ], [ "He settled into family life", "He oscillated between asylums and prison", "He saw patterns in letters and numbers", "He spent his years apologizing to those he had wronged" ], [ "He lost respect for a period of time, but somewhat regained it with an honor later in life", "His exploits of madness were never public, so his colleagues always treated him the same", "He was initially respected, but then they came to reject him and he died in an asylum", "His colleagues accepted his quirks and treated him as an equal" ], [ "Nudity, creating fake passports, communications with extraterrestrials", "Sending bombs, nudity, lewd public conduct", "Lewd public conduct, nudity, violence, communications with extraterrestrials", "Communicating with extraterrestrials, creating fake passports, violence" ], [ "Involving colleagues in round tables to brainstorm", "Yelling in his office", "It is never outlined", "Going on long retreats" ], [ "It was Nash’s claim to fame", "It is an analogy for his father", "It was the turning point of Nash’s behavior", "It turned out to be proved false and drove Nash mad" ], [ "Being invited to serve in the European Union as a mathematician", "Becoming a dean at Princeton", "Teaching at MIT", "Applying an old mathematical concept in a new and exciting way" ], [ "Zero", "Three", "Five", "Seven" ], [ "Storytelling and madness", "Madness and math abilities", "Madness and math abilities, eye color and IQ", "Political activism and math abilities" ] ]

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The", "genetics as \"pleiotropy\"--seems to be completely accidental, a quirk", "The same genes that tend to elevate IQ also tend", "a way that leads to myopia. This relationship--known in genetics", "there is an accidental, pleiotropic connection between madness and", "who--pleiotropically?--inherited both his mathematical promise and his madness. (His", "be a similar pleiotropy between madness and mathematics? Reading this", "functions--that are invisible to normal humans. They spend their days", "at least in a non-Jew. Geniuses slipping into madness", "had discovered as a graduate student. (He is now about", "too much. That common-sense hypothesis has been discredited by", "Mind reveals quite a lot about the psychic continuum leading", "this from a volume on chess prodigies, who have a", "a penis.\" Once, at a math department picnic, he threw", "and mathematics. Or maybe it isn't so accidental. 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[ "What is the plan for future experimentation?", "How did the author feel about the various classifications of beer?", "How many times was the lager experiment run?", "What considerations (if any) did the author make on the amount of beer poured for each of the samples?", "What was the author’s general finding about the true taste of the beers?", "How was the best beer chosen?", "What is the general tone that the author writes in?", "What was the general set up of the experiment?", "What was one thing that the experimenter noticed was different between the items they chose to test?", "How did the author feel about their ability to detect differences between the test groups over the course of the study?" ]

[ [ "The author has only one more experiment planned", "The author plans to conduct 4 more experiments with different classes of beers", "The author has completed all the experiments they intend on doing", "The author will do two more experiments - another repeat of lager, and one with more expensive options" ], [ "They thought microbreweries were just as likely to make all classes of beers since it have become so diversified", "They felt a lot of microbreweries got into making lagers", "They thought lagers would have more cheap brands included, whereas other classes not so much", "They thought lagers were the worst of the beers" ], [ "Once", "Four times over the course of a month", "Three times", "Twice, on two consecutive Saturdays" ], [ "They only wanted the testers to have one sip of each", "They poured differing amounts baked on the color to make them all appear the same color when you looked down into the glass", "They provided one type of beer at a time to the tasters so that it would be at its fullest carbonation when they tasted it", "They provided enough beer for several sips, but not so much that consuming all of it would be problematic" ], [ "The quality of the beers is closely linked to first impressions", "The results were too varied to really make a general conclusion", "A low cost beer was actually ranked the best overall", "Low cost beers actually rate pretty well when people don’t know what they’re drinking" ], [ "It was unanimous", "It required a second test to decipher results", "The was a close call, but the winning beer had one extra vote", "The majority of participants chose the same exact beer as the winner" ], [ "They are compassionate for the testers who are confused about how to run the experiment", "They poke fun at the preferences of the participants based on their professions", "They start off very confident about their own abilities, but learn by tasting that they actually aren’t any better than the rest of the testers", "They take a serious, scientific approach because it’s mart of their market research profession" ], [ "The tasters each brought their favorite beer and poured it into 10 different cups to be blindly dispersed to the rest of the participants", "The tasters had a list of the names of the beers and had to assign them to cups labelled only with letters based on how they tasted", "The tasters chose the best and worst out of a set of 5 beers, and the author ran statistics to come out with rankings", "The tasters were completely blind to which beers were being used in the experiment" ], [ "There were obvious color differences", "There were obvious carbonation and color differences", "There were differing sizes of the cans, making calculations more difficult", "There was not enough of some of the types of beer, so they had to adjust along the way" ], [ "At first they didn’t have confidence they could tell them apart", "They wanted to participate in the tasting, but after they saw how difficult is was for the rest of the participants they withdrew", "They couldn’t understand why the other tasters were struggling because it was so easy", "They thought they had a good chance at choosing the correct beer for each sample, but when they got into tasting their confidence faded" ] ]

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[ "Why are patients more likely to want to undergo procedures after the use of the camera?", "What reason is given for dentist being a dying profession in the 1980's?", "What is the main reason that the profession of dentist started to make a comeback in the 1990's?", "How do dentists sell unnecessary cosmetic procedures to their patients? ", "Why does the author think that dentistry has made new discoveries in dental disease in the past decades?", "Why does the author think people's satisfaction with their own teeth has gone down over time?", "What seems to be the main focus of the ADA as described in the passage?", "How do modern dental procedures compare to those of the past?", "What is the author's overall feeling towards modern dentistry as a whole in this passage?" ]

[ [ "They are intrigued by the advances in medical science", "They don't want to have to undergo a procedure with the camera again", "Seeing the imperfections inside their mouths disgusts them ", "Doctors are able to more accurately diagnose their issues" ], [ "Dental work became too expensive for the average working class person to afford", "Flouride toothpaste and dental technology were reducing the need for cleanings and fillings", "People were afraid to go to the dentist and would just go without", "The public's diet improved, leading to better dental health" ], [ "The average American's diet became more processed, leading to worse dental health", "The increased popularity of purely cosmetic dental procedures", "Dentist offices offering other health and wellness services ", "Procedures becoming more advanced and less painful in general" ], [ "All of the options are correct", "By relying on psychological tricks and societal pressure", "By using medical jargon to confuse the patient ", "By implying that the procedures are more necessary than they really are" ], [ "People are more worried about their dental hygiene in recent years", "Historically, most people would lose their teeth before the more complex dental issues arose", "The doctors are making up new diseases in order to sell equipment", "To scare patients into choosing to do unnecessary cosmetic procedures" ], [ "Dentistry has gotten more expensive and become unaffordable", "Modern dental procedures are more temporary than those of the past", "Younger generations have much higher expectations for dental health ", "The average diet today is higher in sugar and causes more dental decay" ], [ "Sharing research about new developments in dental medicine", "Informing dentists about new laws and regulations related to the practice", "Selling medical equipment used in modern dental procedures", "Teaching dentists how to sell elective cosmetic procedures" ], [ "There are less options available", "They are more temporary ", "They are more permanent", "They are more comfortable " ], [ "Apathetic; the author reports the developments in the dental industry in an unbiased manor", "Negative; the author believes that all of the advancements of modern dentistry are an unnecessary scam ", "Positive; the author implies that modern dentistry has only improved the dental hygiene of the public", "Mixed; the author acknowledges both positives and negative aspects of modern dentistry" ] ]

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They like their whiter, straighter teeth. No, they", "quasisales script guiding patients toward profitable cosmetics. Ads in", "patient. Never mind that you can get the same results", "Man has been replaced by Dr. Soothe. \"People figured out" ], [ "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "of the profession. Only a few lonely dentists would survive", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "and cast dentures because that's all they knew. Decay killed", "part, the oversupply of dentists and the declining demand for", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "Dr. Stephen Friedman, a Maryland dentist.", "for fillings forced the profession to change. Dentists had to", "Dentists make a", "A friend of mine just quit a dentist who was", "\"Dentists are", "cavities fell by half and kept falling. People stopped going", "Dentists also prod patients to replace perfectly functional gray-metal fillings", "have it. As a result, patients pay most dental costs--about", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a" ], [ "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "us to the irony of dentistry's comeback: Just as", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "of the profession. Only a few lonely dentists would survive", "and cast dentures because that's all they knew. Decay killed", "for fillings forced the profession to change. 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One person I know quit his dentist when he", "they look,\" says American Dental Association President Dr. Timothy Rose.", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a" ], [ "for parting you from your money. According to the ADA's", "According to an ADA poll, the percentage of people who", "up\" to more expensive treatment. The ADA's annual conference is", "journal, this year's ADA conference will include an all-day", "they look,\" says American Dental Association President Dr. Timothy Rose.", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "calls this technique \"treatment acceptance,\" a marvelous euphemism for", "the dieters, and they are very concerned with how they", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "Which brings us", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "insurance), and provides skimpy coverage for those who do have", "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "Web. They terrify patients with a \"halimeter,\" a new gadget", "... come here to feel better about themselves,\" says Dr.", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "\"preventive measure.\" (To prevent what? Yellow teeth?) Many dentists", "but attractive to patients. \"It's as if you went to", "It is a failure,\" says Dr. Judith Penski, my own" ], [ "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "your teeth taken out. Periodontal disease was not understood, and", "and decay was rampant. But now teeth are resistant to", "and cast dentures because that's all they knew. Decay killed", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "Since then, researchers have studied bonding, implants, and periodontal", "for fillings forced the profession to change. Dentists had to", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "periodontal disease. Dentists can now make crowns that last", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "almost like real teeth. A generation ago, implants were a", "real, and our awareness of them shows how far dentistry", "and gumming your food. Dentistry is a hassle now because", "John Dodes, author of Healthy Teeth: A User's Manual", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "fillings with tooth-colored plastic ones and to dump their solid" ], [ "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "a necessary evil, dentists made it an unnecessary pleasure. They", "of dentistry has raised expectations so high that patients now", "real, and our awareness of them shows how far dentistry", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "John Dodes, author of Healthy Teeth: A User's Manual", "for fillings forced the profession to change. Dentists had to", "us to the irony of dentistry's comeback: Just as", "and cast dentures because that's all they knew. Decay killed", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "and gumming your food. Dentistry is a hassle now because", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a", "happily (and profitably) scraped teeth and filled cavities during the", "Dentists also prod patients to replace perfectly functional gray-metal fillings" ] ]

[ "Why does Pashkov need a hospital gown?", "When Pashkov asks Zubov how many cigars he is holding, does Zubov answer correctly?", "What is Pashkov’s assignment?", "Why did Pashkov take the invoice from the Cubans?", "Who is the ally in the enemy camp?", "Why can’t Zubov tell Colonal James apart from Pashkov?", "How will Nadezhda know if Pashkov is the true Pashkov?", "Where is Pashkov in the beginning of the story?" ]

[ [ "He gives it to Colonel James.", "He wears it when he switches places with Colonel James in the hospital. ", "He is hospitalized after fighting with the Cubans. ", "He wears it to have surgery to change his face. " ], [ "The apes distract him from answering. ", "Yes", "He refuses to answer the question. ", "No" ], [ "To kill Colonel James. ", "To take Colonel James to Stockholm. ", "To kidnap Boris Knackenpast and impersonate him. ", "To kidnap Colonel James and then impersonate him. " ], [ "The invoice has the address of the hospital on it. ", "He uses the invoice to frame them. ", "Their phone number is on the invoice. ", "He wants documentation of how much money the Cubans owe him. " ], [ "Nadezhda", "Medvedev", "Boris Knackenpast", "Monsieur Fanti" ], [ "Zubov wears glasses, but he breaks them. ", "Pashkov got surgery to look like Colonel James.", "Colonel James got surgery to look like Pashkov. ", "They both wear disguises. " ], [ "She will be able to tell by looking at this cheekbone. ", "Since they are romantically involved, she will be able to see the mole that distinguishes the true Pashkov. ", "Since they are romantically involved, she knows his true voice. ", "She is his sister, so their DNA will match. " ], [ "Cuba", "United States", "Russia", "Sweden" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "Pashkov had changed into the hospital gown with the Coca-Cola legend on\n the back. He glanced at his watch. It was four o'clock in the morning.", "\"One small but decisive proof,\" Pashkov said, unbuttoning his hospital\n gown. \"I have a mole.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"He's a theatrical surgeon.\"\n\n\n \"You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?\"\n\n\n \"Hardly.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise,\" he grinned, backing out\n after them. \"With your pardon, I'll thrash them later.\"", "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.", "\"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 turned to the surgeon. \"Monsieur, should my face have such a\n frivolous expression?\"\n\n\n M. Fanti raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.", "\"You miserable idiot,\" Pashkov shouted. \"You'll get a rest cure for\n this!\"", "\"With your majesty's permission,\" Pashkov offered, \"I am willing to go\n as I am. Indeed, my plans call for immediate departure.\"", "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 glanced back at the house. Since the publication of\nDentist\n Amigovitch", "A manservant in velvet cutaways, patent leather shoes and white gloves,\n escorted Pashkov through rooms hung with chandeliers, tapestries,", "\"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.", "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.", "\"Use your eyes, blockhead.\nI\nam Pashkov.\"" ], [ "Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. \"How many cigars in my hand?\"\n\n\n \"Two.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "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.\"", "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,\" 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 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.", "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", "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.\"", "\"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 his office, Petchareff removed the cigar from his mouth as Pashkov\n came in. \"Medvedev get my orders?\"", "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment.", "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 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.\"", "\"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.\"", "Petchareff relit his cigar. \"Tfui, tastes of monkey hair.\"\n\n\n Medvedev shambled over. \"Was the grenade a dud?\"", "\"Which one's the real Pashkov?\"\n\n\n \"Hhng?\"", "Pashkov turned to the surgeon. \"Monsieur, should my face have such a\n frivolous expression?\"\n\n\n M. Fanti raised his eyebrows, but did not answer." ], [ "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "\"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?\"", "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 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.", "\"With your majesty's permission,\" Pashkov offered, \"I am willing to go\n as I am. Indeed, my plans call for immediate departure.\"", "\"My assistants,\" Zubov introduced them to Pashkov. \"Line up, line up,", "\"Use your eyes, blockhead.\nI\nam Pashkov.\"", "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.", "Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise,\" he grinned, backing out\n after them. \"With your pardon, I'll thrash them later.\"", "Pashkov winced.", "Pashkov grunted.", "\"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.\"", "\"Delicate, very delicate,\" Pashkov said. \"Everything depends on my not\n running into Gospodin Pashkov.\"", "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.\"", "\"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—\"", "The door opened a crack and two dark eyes in a young bearded face\n peered out. \"Eh?\"\n\n\n \"\nGospodin Pashkov, para servir a usted.\n\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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?\"", "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", "\"I suppose the Cubans deny stealing the ambulance?\" Pashkov asked.", "Pashkov put down the receiver. Give the Cubans enough to expect\n more—make sure they stay in town.", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"My Cuban friends,\" Pashkov inquired in fluent English at the desk on\n the top floor. \"Are they in?\"", "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.", "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.", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "ambulance court and in it an invoice for six cases of ammunition. It\n was traced to the Cubans in half an hour.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. \"How many cigars in my hand?\"\n\n\n \"Two.\"", "\"Two thousand kronor,\" Pashkov said, taking an envelope on the table\n and addressing it to Nadezhda Brunhildova, Kremlin, Moscow. No return\n address.", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "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" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"It's when they're not like robots that everybody suspects them,\" he\n said, climbing into his flier. \"Petchareff will send you word when to\n announce his 'death'.\"", "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.", "\"Darling, why so cruel? Anastina is one of our contacts. Besides, she's\n cross-eyed and buck-toothed.\"\n\n\n \"Beast!\" She switched him to Petchareff.", "\"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.\"", "\"Try and split the allies,\" Pashkov muttered, reading the legend on the\n gown.", "Most countries wanted to break his neck, and his own Motherland did not\n always trust him. But he enjoyed his work—enjoyed it as much as his", "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.", "\"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 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.", "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", "\"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—\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "Colonel James said, \"There he is, the American spy.\"", "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.\"", "\"Stockholm embassy says you're in the National Hospital there. In a\n hospital gown. I got through to Anastina. She says it's Colonel James\n again. He looks like you now.\"", "\"A question, brother.\"\n\n\n \"No questions.\"\n\n\n \"Who smuggled the manuscript out of Russia?\"", "Colonel James sighed. \"I guess we have to keep up appearances,\" he\n muttered, and climbed out the window into the hovering ambulance. Zubov" ], [ "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment.", "\"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 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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"Ah, Colonel,\" Anastina said as Pashkov fell to, \"why did you let them\n change your face? It does not become you at all.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "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", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.", "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?\"", "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.", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov.\"\n\n\n \"Curse me,\" Nadezhda said, staring at him. \"Another Pashkov.\"", "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.\"", "\"Use your eyes, blockhead.\nI\nam Pashkov.\"", "\"Darling!\" Nadezhda threw on Pashkov.\n\n\n \"Not in public,\" Pashkov said.", "\"Which one's the real Pashkov?\"\n\n\n \"Hhng?\"", "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.\"", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "\"Two thousand kronor,\" Pashkov said, taking an envelope on the table\n and addressing it to Nadezhda Brunhildova, Kremlin, Moscow. No return\n address.", "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.", "\"Delicate, very delicate,\" Pashkov said. \"Everything depends on my not\n running into Gospodin Pashkov.\"", "\"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.\"", "The door opened a crack and two dark eyes in a young bearded face\n peered out. \"Eh?\"\n\n\n \"\nGospodin Pashkov, para servir a usted.\n\"", "\"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.", "\"I am Gospodin Pashkov now, Captain. To everybody.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, sir. I'll ring down you are coming.\"", "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?\"", "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment.", "\"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.\"", "\"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—\"", "\"One small but decisive proof,\" Pashkov said, unbuttoning his hospital\n gown. \"I have a mole.\"" ], [ "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.", "Pashkov glanced back at the house. Since the publication of\nDentist\n Amigovitch", "The door opened a crack and two dark eyes in a young bearded face\n peered out. \"Eh?\"\n\n\n \"\nGospodin Pashkov, para servir a usted.\n\"", "Pashkov winced.", "\"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.", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "\"Delicate, very delicate,\" Pashkov said. \"Everything depends on my not\n running into Gospodin Pashkov.\"", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "\"Use your eyes, blockhead.\nI\nam Pashkov.\"", "\"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.", "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", "paintings. Pashkov entered the last room and stopped as the door\n clicked shut behind him.\nIn the room were three men, all of whom he recognized: Professor", "Pashkov grunted.", "Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise,\" he grinned, backing out\n after them. \"With your pardon, I'll thrash them later.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "As Pashkov ran up the steps to the villa, the curtain in the vestibule\n window stirred. But when he entered, the vestibule was empty.", "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.", "A manservant in velvet cutaways, patent leather shoes and white gloves,\n escorted Pashkov through rooms hung with chandeliers, tapestries,", "\"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" ] ]

[ "What is the author’s purpose for writing the article?", "What does the author NOT rate for each class?", "Who is the target audience for this article?", "Which martial arts class did the author find the most difficult?", "What was different about the Kung Fu class?", "Which class was the least intense?", "Which class was the most intense?", "Which martial arts classes are best for someone looking for aerobic exercise?", "Which martial arts classes are best for someone looking for self-defense skills?" ]

[ [ "To tell people how to use martial arts to lose weight. ", "To tell people how to use martial arts for self-defense. ", "To persuade people to not do martial arts. ", "To help beginners find a martial arts class that suits what they are looking for. " ], [ "The difficulty of the workout.", "The cost of each class. ", "The degree that the class requires contact with other participants. ", "If the skills are useful for self-defense." ], [ "Someone who is already in really great shape.", "Someone who is shy to meet new people. ", "Someone who has never done martial arts before.", "Someone who is an expert at martial arts." ], [ "Karate", "Brazilian Jujitsu", "Kung Fu", "Tai Chi" ], [ "Participants sparred with each other. ", "The author was not allowed to participate, but was only allowed to watch. ", "The participants wore uniforms. ", "The class was done in the park. " ], [ "Kung Fu", "Tai Chi", "Aikido ", "Brazilian Jujitsu" ], [ "Brazilian Jujitsu", "Tae Kwon Do", "Karate", "Tai Chi" ], [ "Brazilian Jujitsu and Aikido", "Tae Kwon Do and Brazilian Jujitsu", "Tai Chi and Kung Fu", "Kung Fu and Tae Kwon Do" ], [ "Aikido and Tai Chi", "Tae Kwon Do and Karate", "Aikido and Brazilian Jujitsu", "Karate and Kung Fu" ] ]

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[ [ "In the", "Although the listing", "side of his mouth and a fresh-looking purple one by", "\"parting the wild horse's mane\" and \"repulsing the monkey.\"", "this will look like a hopelessly biased and superficial", "by his left eye. When I asked to try the", "the Seattle area. I scored each one in several areas:", "FIGHT HARD.\" The instructor, a handsome young Brazilian man, had", "superficial inquiry. It is. But to beginners, it is", "training. After an hour and a half I felt close", "in self-defense. All ratings are on a scale of one", "Overall: A yawner, slightly embarrassing to perform, but I'm sure if done correctly it brings high-quality inner peace.", "which made me sit for an interview before they'd even", "Huge letters painted on the wall said \"TRAIN & FIGHT", "said \"Northwest Fight Club.\" Inside the club, huge holes had", "you ever thought possible. The motions had names like \"parting", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n The rounded slinky movements of the dancelike kata looked specifically designed to develop grace, coordination, and balance.", "While my heart", "After meditating for", "There was some" ], [ "in self-defense. All ratings are on a scale of one", "the Seattle area. I scored each one in several areas:", "even reveal any information on their classes. There seemed to", "This ranks as", "This rating is a little misleading. The lower-body strength workout was fantastic--my legs and hips were sore for days--but there was almost no strength training for the upper body. We used our arms only for balance and blocking kicks.", "people downstairs do.\" This class was approachable and open. And", "At the end of class came a session of sparring (which I, alas, was not allowed to participate in). The students strapped on protective chest pads and helmets and began kicking the stuffing out of each other.", "We started with sit-ups and push-ups, which were the most demanding parts of the class. The kicking and punching made for decent exercise, but I wasn't aching the next day.", "The school wouldn't let me take the class--I could only", "it over my stomach. The end of the class was", "asked some of the students how their class was different from", "Self-Defense Value: 5 \n\n Learning how to neutralize a threat was the main goal of the class.", "Degree of Contact: 4 \n\n To complete the partner exercises, you had to grab your partner, spin him this way and that, and generally come in very close contact.", "dressed completely in black. (Most classes I took were co-ed.)", "Although the listing", "one to five, with five being the hardest, most intimidating,", "Self-Defense Value: 2 \n\n This was entirely focused on form; no full-force contact between students.", "Self-Defense Value: 2 \n\n The moves were neat to look at, but they did not seem practical. And without sparring practice, it would be difficult to apply the drills in real life.", "list goes on. It was an excellent workout.", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n Keeping yourself centered while kicking and punching develops your balance. \n\n Degree of Contact: 2" ], [ "To experts, this", "superficial inquiry. It is. But to beginners, it is", "people downstairs do.\" This class was approachable and open. And", "In the", "this will look like a hopelessly biased and superficial", "Intimidation Factor: 1 \n\n I found its New Age connections slightly off-putting, but it looks so easy to do that it wasn't daunting.", "Although the listing", "Overall: A yawner, slightly embarrassing to perform, but I'm sure if done correctly it brings high-quality inner peace.", "might be right for you. Do you want a chance", "the Seattle area. I scored each one in several areas:", "areas: how intimidating the class would be to a novice;", "by his left eye. When I asked to try the", "Degree of Contact: 4 \n\n To complete the partner exercises, you had to grab your partner, spin him this way and that, and generally come in very close contact.", "\"parting the wild horse's mane\" and \"repulsing the monkey.\"", "training. After an hour and a half I felt close", "for a few minutes, students launched into traditional strengthening exercises", "people was involved; and, of course, its value in", "them. We practiced on each other. It was a little", "This ranks as", "FIGHT HARD.\" The instructor, a handsome young Brazilian man, had" ], [ "We started with sit-ups and push-ups, which were the most demanding parts of the class. The kicking and punching made for decent exercise, but I wasn't aching the next day.", "I was instantly welcomed into the beginners class at Lee's Martial Arts. People called each other by their first name; there was laughing, joking, and none of the aloofness or self-importance of the kung fu class.", "At the end of class came a session of sparring (which I, alas, was not allowed to participate in). The students strapped on protective chest pads and helmets and began kicking the stuffing out of each other.", "than like kung fu. But after flailing away in my", "out, I tried a handful of karate, tae kwon do,", "FIGHT HARD.\" The instructor, a handsome young Brazilian man, had", "Despite its reputation, aikido is decidedly nonaggressive--it's about deflecting punches and immobilizing your attacker--and there was a mellow, pleasantly upbeat atmosphere to the class.", "punches, kicks, and blocks with an imaginary foe. The class", "This rating is a little misleading. The lower-body strength workout was fantastic--my legs and hips were sore for days--but there was almost no strength training for the upper body. We used our arms only for balance and blocking kicks.", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n Learning how to make contact with the pad (and not, say, the face of the person holding it) was important. Balance was crucial in the sparring.", "watched a class at the Feminist Karate Union, I asked", "Aerobic Workout: 3 \n\n The drills (lots of punches, blocking, and kicking) provided some aerobic workout, but were not particularly intense.", "Overall: Kicks and punches galore, with a dash of moral and spiritual teaching about self-discipline and obedience. \n\n \n\n Aikido", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n The rounded slinky movements of the dancelike kata looked specifically designed to develop grace, coordination, and balance.", "Overall: Kicking, punching, and an aura of mystery. \n\n \n\n Tae Kwon Do", "And karate's so familiar that you feel like you already", "only watch--but that was better than Temple Kung Fu, which", "do, aikido, jujitsu, and kung fu classes in the", "from the Seven Star Women's Kung Fu class, which is", "lifts, and scissor kicks. I was quickly panting and" ], [ "I was instantly welcomed into the beginners class at Lee's Martial Arts. People called each other by their first name; there was laughing, joking, and none of the aloofness or self-importance of the kung fu class.", "At the end of class came a session of sparring (which I, alas, was not allowed to participate in). The students strapped on protective chest pads and helmets and began kicking the stuffing out of each other.", "We started with sit-ups and push-ups, which were the most demanding parts of the class. The kicking and punching made for decent exercise, but I wasn't aching the next day.", "than like kung fu. But after flailing away in my", "only watch--but that was better than Temple Kung Fu, which", "watched a class at the Feminist Karate Union, I asked", "Kung Fu, there were a dozen or so women dressed", "Despite its reputation, aikido is decidedly nonaggressive--it's about deflecting punches and immobilizing your attacker--and there was a mellow, pleasantly upbeat atmosphere to the class.", "punches, kicks, and blocks with an imaginary foe. 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The kicking and punching made for decent exercise, but I wasn't aching the next day.", "Despite its reputation, aikido is decidedly nonaggressive--it's about deflecting punches and immobilizing your attacker--and there was a mellow, pleasantly upbeat atmosphere to the class.", "Aerobic Workout: 3 \n\n The drills (lots of punches, blocking, and kicking) provided some aerobic workout, but were not particularly intense.", "At the end of class came a session of sparring (which I, alas, was not allowed to participate in). The students strapped on protective chest pads and helmets and began kicking the stuffing out of each other.", "I was instantly welcomed into the beginners class at Lee's Martial Arts. People called each other by their first name; there was laughing, joking, and none of the aloofness or self-importance of the kung fu class.", "punches, kicks, and blocks with an imaginary foe. The class", "This rating is a little misleading. The lower-body strength workout was fantastic--my legs and hips were sore for days--but there was almost no strength training for the upper body. We used our arms only for balance and blocking kicks.", "Aerobic Workout: 2 \n\n There was little aerobic work, save for the rolling on the mats (which may explain Seagal's ever-increasing flabbiness).", "Overall: Kicking, punching, and an aura of mystery. \n\n \n\n Tae Kwon Do", "than like kung fu. But after flailing away in my", "Overall: Kicks and punches galore, with a dash of moral and spiritual teaching about self-discipline and obedience. \n\n \n\n Aikido", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n The rounded slinky movements of the dancelike kata looked specifically designed to develop grace, coordination, and balance.", "FIGHT HARD.\" The instructor, a handsome young Brazilian man, had", "do, aikido, jujitsu, and kung fu classes in the", "Overall: More a sport than an art; will make short work of flabby legs. \n\n \n\n Karate", "Self-Defense Value: 4 \n\n Tae kwon do emphasizes sparring and gets students accustomed to dealing with an assault.", "out, I tried a handful of karate, tae kwon do,", "tactics? Which one would give me a good aerobic workout?", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n Keeping yourself centered while kicking and punching develops your balance. \n\n Degree of Contact: 2", "Tai Chi \n\n \n\n Reputation: What those slow-moving people in the park are doing; martial arts for seniors." ], [ "I was instantly welcomed into the beginners class at Lee's Martial Arts. People called each other by their first name; there was laughing, joking, and none of the aloofness or self-importance of the kung fu class.", "Self-Defense Value: 4 \n\n Tae kwon do emphasizes sparring and gets students accustomed to dealing with an assault.", "about the real thing. Which martial art teaches good self-defense", "Despite its reputation, aikido is decidedly nonaggressive--it's about deflecting punches and immobilizing your attacker--and there was a mellow, pleasantly upbeat atmosphere to the class.", "We started with sit-ups and push-ups, which were the most demanding parts of the class. The kicking and punching made for decent exercise, but I wasn't aching the next day.", "At the end of class came a session of sparring (which I, alas, was not allowed to participate in). The students strapped on protective chest pads and helmets and began kicking the stuffing out of each other.", "Overall: Kicks and punches galore, with a dash of moral and spiritual teaching about self-discipline and obedience. \n\n \n\n Aikido", "you? Take jujitsu. Just remember that if you're jumped", "out, I tried a handful of karate, tae kwon do,", "than like kung fu. But after flailing away in my", "Overall: Kicking, punching, and an aura of mystery. \n\n \n\n Tae Kwon Do", "FIGHT HARD.\" The instructor, a handsome young Brazilian man, had", "punches, kicks, and blocks with an imaginary foe. The class", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n The rounded slinky movements of the dancelike kata looked specifically designed to develop grace, coordination, and balance.", "do, aikido, jujitsu, and kung fu classes in the", "This rating is a little misleading. The lower-body strength workout was fantastic--my legs and hips were sore for days--but there was almost no strength training for the upper body. We used our arms only for balance and blocking kicks.", "Overall: Lots of grappling, throwing, and choking. Pragmatic, not pretty. High badass quotient.", "Coordination and Balance: 4 \n\n Keeping yourself centered while kicking and punching develops your balance. \n\n Degree of Contact: 2", "Overall: You don't get to land any punches and it's noncompetitive, but you'll learn how to knock people over.", "Self-Defense Value: 5 \n\n Jujitsu's few-holds-barred grappling is far more effective when push comes to shove (and worse) than standing arts such as karate." ] ]

[ "Which of the following statements is the most true about how the author feels about dentistry?", "According to the article, why do most people value the dentist?", "Why are people less satisfied with their smile now than in previous generations?", "Which of the following is a real danger to one's health from improper mouth care?", "How do people now feel about keeping all of their natural teeth?", "What is the best definition for \"treatment acceptance\"?", "How can patients improve the dental industry?", "Why did this author likely write this article?" ]

[ [ "It is a waste of money", "Perfect smiles are important", "Insurance doesn't help enough with the costs", "It is valuable in the right context" ], [ "Cosmetic reasons", "Medical reasons", "Curing halitosis", "They don't" ], [ "People had nicer smiles in the past", "Plastic implants are not as effective as amalgam fillings", "They aren't", "They have different expectations" ], [ "Heart disease", "Yellow teeth", "Halitosis", "Crooked smile" ], [ "Insecure", "Entitled", "No information provided in the article", "Proud" ], [ "Optimum care", "Contentment with cheaper treatment plans", "Dental care marketing", "Parting patients with their money" ], [ "Pay more out-of-pocket for services", "Follow any advice given by the dentist", "Change values from cosmetic to health", "Get better dental insurance" ], [ "To help the reader with a new perspective on dentistry", "To convince the reader to avoid cosmetic dentistry", "To draw attention to the inadequacies of dental insurance", "To motivate the reader to go to the dentist" ] ]

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[ [ "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "John Dodes, author of Healthy Teeth: A User's Manual", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "real, and our awareness of them shows how far dentistry", "have it. As a result, patients pay most dental costs--about", "a necessary evil, dentists made it an unnecessary pleasure. They", "Dr. Stephen Friedman, a Maryland dentist.", "A friend of mine just quit a dentist who was", "\"Dentists are", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "us to the irony of dentistry's comeback: Just as", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "of the profession. Only a few lonely dentists would survive", "Dentists make a" ], [ "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "have it. As a result, patients pay most dental costs--about", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "Dentists make a", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "a necessary evil, dentists made it an unnecessary pleasure. They", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "\"Dentists are", "Dr. Stephen Friedman, a Maryland dentist.", "of dentistry has raised expectations so high that patients now", "William Hartel, a St. Louis dentist. Many dentists' offices", "as patients love the dental care they should suspect, they", "Dentists also prod patients to replace perfectly functional gray-metal fillings", "going to the dentist, because they didn't need to. At", "\" says one woman who got her teeth bleached. Dentists" ], [ "who are \"very satisfied\" with their teeth has dropped from", "them. They like their whiter, straighter teeth. No, they", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "\" says one woman who got her teeth bleached. Dentists", "and decay was rampant. But now teeth are resistant to", "the psychology of tooth appearance. One dentist specializing in porcelain", "(bad bite), and microcracks. But these ailments are real,", "few bitched about cosmetic dentistry that was foisted on them.", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "media images of the Great American Smile, expect more. According", "of dentistry has raised expectations so high that patients now", "almost like real teeth. A generation ago, implants were a", "not want it. But she did want her teeth bleached,", "and gumming your food. Dentistry is a hassle now because", "your whitened, straightened teeth. Tooth color is measured on a", "mouth and you'll want whiter teeth, too. It is much", "important discovery dentists made was the endless vanity of aging" ], [ "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "gum, etc.). It's also why your dentist may bully", "(bad bite), and microcracks. But these ailments are real,", "and gumming your food. Dentistry is a hassle now because", "John Dodes, author of Healthy Teeth: A User's Manual", "the gum, cause infection, weaken the jawbone, and eventually murder", "\"preventive measure.\" (To prevent what? Yellow teeth?) Many dentists", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "pockets. Dental care is just another way to spend discretionary", "bloodstream. This is why your dentist hectors you to rubber-tip", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "they look,\" says American Dental Association President Dr. Timothy Rose.", "such as bruxism (teeth grinding), periodontal disease, malocclusion (bad", "real, and our awareness of them shows how far dentistry", "Rose. Since going to the dentist was no longer a", "your teeth taken out. Periodontal disease was not understood, and", "Web. They terrify patients with a \"halimeter,\" a new gadget" ], [ "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "and decay was rampant. But now teeth are resistant to", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "keeping all their teeth is an entitlement: Telling them they", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "almost like real teeth. A generation ago, implants were a", "them. They like their whiter, straighter teeth. No, they", "your teeth taken out. Periodontal disease was not understood, and", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "periodontal disease. Dentists can now make crowns that last", "inevitable that people would lose their teeth when they reached", "cavities fell by half and kept falling. People stopped going", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Since then, researchers have studied bonding, implants, and periodontal", "Dentists also prod patients to replace perfectly functional gray-metal fillings", "who are \"very satisfied\" with their teeth has dropped from", "lose teeth to being appalled if anyone loses teeth. It", "and cast dentures because that's all they knew. Decay killed", "and gumming your food. Dentistry is a hassle now because" ], [ "calls this technique \"treatment acceptance,\" a marvelous euphemism for", "accept optimum care.\"", "the entire team in creating the strategies for patients to accept", "all-day \"Treatment Acceptance\" seminar \"for the dental team that", "are aware of providing what patients want,\" says Hartel. \"I", "covers or asking for alternative cheaper treatment plans. Involve the", "to a physician for a treatment for a disease and he", "but attractive to patients. \"It's as if you went to", "actually do something about it. But the treatments available now", "to move your patients to 'yes.' \"", "patient. Never mind that you can get the same results", "up\" to more expensive treatment. The ADA's annual conference is", "periodontal treatment, so they suspect it's a rip-off. This", "filling, sealing, and whitening. \"You will agree to anything", "... come here to feel better about themselves,\" says Dr.", "Web. They terrify patients with a \"halimeter,\" a new gadget", "to call it. Breath clinics have sprouted up all over", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "in a way physicians don't have to make patients want", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal" ], [ "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "dentistry has come. A generation ago, dentists filled teeth and", "have it. As a result, patients pay most dental costs--about", "but vigorously protects patients' teeth. Patients don't like periodontal", "of dentistry has raised expectations so high that patients now", "as patients love the dental care they should suspect, they", "Such is the triumph of American dentists: If they can't sell you what you need, they'll sell you what you want.", "of a job and still prosper. Dentists, after all, are", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "techniques. One person I know quit his dentist when he", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive", "car. Dentists have to make patients want adult orthodontics in", "Pity the poor dentist who abjures cosmetic dentistry but", "pockets. Dental care is just another way to spend discretionary", "dentists market this elective care with trained aggression. Dental management", "Dentists also prod patients to replace perfectly functional gray-metal fillings", "periodontal disease. Dentists can now make crowns that last", "Entrepreneurial dentists", "and anxiety, encouraging dental care that is medically unnecessary but", "a necessary evil, dentists made it an unnecessary pleasure. They" ], [ "... come here to feel better about themselves,\" says Dr.", "calls this technique \"treatment acceptance,\" a marvelous euphemism for", "John Dodes, author of Healthy Teeth: A User's Manual", "he spied a pamphlet in the office instructing the dentist", "Which brings us", "William Hartel, a St. Louis dentist. Many dentists' offices", "because it works.", "was pressuring him to whiten his teeth as a \"preventive", "They allied themselves with the self-improvement movement. \"You still", "out pretty darn quickly that if you were an ass,", "decade. Dentists have learned to play on this vanity and", "with enough choppers to chew. But boomers, lured by media", "and slightly absurd--the night guard is \"an excellent form of", "Dr. Stephen Friedman, a Maryland dentist.", "clinics. In 1984, Forbes magazine forecast the end of", "When I surveyed", "them angry, not grateful--even though those teeth would have been", "but attractive to patients. \"It's as if you went to", "particularly when dentists keep coming up with new ailments such", "Armed with the halimeter proof, the dentist then dangles expensive" ] ]

[ "Why was it urgent to repair the old Beacon?", "What is the most time-consuming part of traveling using hyperspace?", "Why did the natives build a pyramid around the reactor?", "What was the purpose of the pool of water on top of the pyramid", "When the narrator mentions \"the eye,\" what is he describing?", "How did the narrator learn the local language?", "What was the natives' solution to keeping the holy waters from stopping again?", "Why was the narrator able to take off his camouflage suit in front of the priests?" ]

[ [ "It was causing disruptions in hyperspace travel", "It had been 2000 years since the last routine matinence", "It was keeping the Proxima Cetauri planets safe", "To appease the local Earthlings" ], [ "Flying through regular space ", "Locating enough beacons", "Filling out paperwork", "Preparing the ship for the jump" ], [ "They saw it as a religious site", "The reactor was built after the pyramid was built", "They wanted to harness its' power", "To protect it from extra terrestrials" ], [ "To cool the reactor hidden within the pyramid", "To provide a source of drinking water for the natives", "To collect solar energy and create power", "To serve as a religious bathing site for the natives" ], [ "The agency always watching him", "His bionic machine eye", "The telescope of his ship", "A drone-like camera" ], [ "He left a recorder in a busy area and fed it to a computer ", "He spent time in the society under a disguise", "He studied it during his journey through space", "He asked a local boy to teach him" ], [ "To call the repairmen for help if it happens again", "To sacrifice priests to appease the Gods", "To blind anyone who enters the holy space", "To weld the gate shut and never allow anyone to enter the holy space" ], [ "He was going to be leaving soon ", "He had incapacitated them beforehand ", "They were blinded in order to enter the reactor", "They understood that he was an extra terrestrial" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "One: The beacon was repaired.\n\n\n Two: The door was sealed, so there should be no more sabotage,\n accidental or deliberate.", "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", "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", "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", "beacon is important and every one has to keep operating. That is where I\n and the other trouble-shooters came in.", "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", "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", "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", "“This department is officially called Maintenance and Repair, when\n it really should be called trouble-shooting. Hyperspace beacons are made", "“Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because\n the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the", "how I feel. But the ships must go through! The beacons must\n operate!”", "A crumbling and cracked stone stairway brought us up to a solid metal\n doorway labeled in archaic script\n MARK III BEACON—AUTHORIZED", "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.", "By\n the time the ship was serviced, I had a course charted. The nearest\n beacon to the broken-down Proxima Centauri Beacon was on one of the", "“According to this document, you can’t quit. Ever. Therefore\n I have a little job I know you’ll enjoy. Repair job. The Centauri\n beacon has shut down. It’s a Mark III beacon.…”", "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", "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", "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" ], [ "Not through hyperspace. All you can do is approach as close as you can\n by using other beacons, then finish the trip in normal space. This can\n take months, and often does.", "For a hyperspace jump, you need at least four beacons for an accurate\n fix. For long jumps, navigators use as many as seven or eight. So every", "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", "I would much rather take a chance of breaking through near some star\n than spend time just barreling through normal space, but apparently Tech", "expensive—and this relic is on one of the main routes. We have\n ships making fifteen-light-year detours now.”", "overly efficient repair machinery. Due to the very nature of our job, we\n spend most of our time just rocketing through normal space. After all,\n when a beacon breaks down, how do you find it?", "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", "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", "“This department is officially called Maintenance and Repair, when\n it really should be called trouble-shooting. Hyperspace beacons are made", "didn’t want to lose the ship.\nIt\n was a twenty-hour jump, ship’s time, and I came through in the", "as I had thought—a six-week run, give or take a few days. After\n feeding a course tape into the robot pilot, I strapped into the\n acceleration tank and went to sleep.", "“\n What\n kind of beacon?” I asked him. I have repaired\n hyperspace beacons from one arm of the Galaxy to the other and was sure\n I had worked on every type or model made. But I had never heard of this\n kind.", "The time went fast. I rebuilt my camera for about the twentieth time and\n just about finished a correspondence course in nucleonics. Most", "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", "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", "knows this, too. They had a safety factor built into the computer so you\n couldn’t end up inside a star no matter how hard you tried.\n I’m sure there was no humaneness in this decision. They just", "planets of Beta Circinus and I headed there first, a short trip of only\n about nine days in hyperspace.", "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 .”", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "had built a nice heavy, thick stone pyramid around the beacon.", "still there—inside the pyramid. The natives, who, of course,\n weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing,", "In addition to the pyramid being around the beacon, there was a nice\n little religious war going on around the pyramid.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "light from the top and I took a closer look at it. On the peak of the\n pyramid was a hollow basin filled with water. When I saw that, something\n clicked in my mind.", "The image blinked, focused—and a great damn pyramid swam into\n view. I cursed and wheeled the eye in circles, scanning the surrounding", "I dived the eye lower. The pyramid was a crude-looking thing of\n undressed stone, without carvings or decorations. There was a shimmer of", "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", "I took another look at the screen and realized that I had locked the eye\n into a circular orbit about twenty feet above the pyramid. The summit of", "When I lifted the plate and poked holes in the seared plastic, I could\n see the pyramid growing smaller behind me, water gushing out of the base", "basin on top of it for water; this was used to cool the reactor that\n powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was", "It all began with the land bridge. Apparently the local lizards had been\n living in the swamps when the beacon was built, but the builders", "Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison.\n Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a", "at the power leads. I even hooked a gadget to the water pipe so their\n Holy Waters would have the usual refreshing radioactivity when they\n started flowing again. The moment this was all finished, I did the job" ], [ "light from the top and I took a closer look at it. On the peak of the\n pyramid was a hollow basin filled with water. When I saw that, something\n clicked in my mind.", "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", "I dived the eye lower. The pyramid was a crude-looking thing of\n undressed stone, without carvings or decorations. There was a shimmer of", "When I lifted the plate and poked holes in the seared plastic, I could\n see the pyramid growing smaller behind me, water gushing out of the base", "I took another look at the screen and realized that I had locked the eye\n into a circular orbit about twenty feet above the pyramid. The summit of", "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", "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.", "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", "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.”", "across the floor. There was a bolted and guarded door that led into the\n pyramid proper. While it was being opened, the First Lizard turned to\n me.", "In addition to the pyramid being around the beacon, there was a nice\n little religious war going on around the pyramid.", "The image blinked, focused—and a great damn pyramid swam into\n view. I cursed and wheeled the eye in circles, scanning the surrounding", "basin on top of it for water; this was used to cool the reactor that\n powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was", "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", "“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.”", "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", "room with a murky-looking pool at one end. Sloshing in the pool was an\n ancient reptile who clearly was one of the leaders. I waddled toward him", "still there—inside the pyramid. The natives, who, of course,\n weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing,", "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!”", "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." ], [ "I took another look at the screen and realized that I had locked the eye\n into a circular orbit about twenty feet above the pyramid. The summit of", "“Begone, O faithful steed,” I said to the eye, and pressed\n the control in my palm at the same time.", "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", "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", "peaks. I located the peaks easily enough and started the eye out from\n the first peak and kept it on a course directly toward the second. There\n was a nose and tail radar in the eye and I fed their signals into a", "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", "I dived the eye lower. The pyramid was a crude-looking thing of\n undressed stone, without carvings or decorations. There was a shimmer of", "it was a little disconcerting to see it float by. I located a lizard\n town about a thousand kilometers from the pyramid and dropped the eye.", "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", "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.", "The image blinked, focused—and a great damn pyramid swam into\n view. I cursed and wheeled the eye in circles, scanning the surrounding", "his papers. Just as I reached the door, he looked up and impaled me on\n his finger again.", "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.", "the stone pile was now covered with lizards of some type, apparently the\n local life-form. They had what looked like throwing sticks and arbalasts\n and were trying to shoot down the eye, a cloud of arrows and rocks", "eye-sockets red pits of burned flesh. They knew what I wanted and led\n the way without a word.", "Locking\n the eye in a circular course, I dug through the Mark III\n plans—and there it was. The beacon had a precipitating field and a", "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.", "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.", "could almost hear the wheels turning behind that moss-covered forehead.\n Then he lunged up and pointed a dripping finger at me.", "shaken its stone walls. Shaking my hands once over my head, I went down\n for the eye-burning ceremony." ], [ "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.", "After about five of the local days, I had a sea of native conversation\n in the memory bank of the machine translator and had tagged a few", "It gurgled out through the speaker in the local tongue and he turned\n around.", "The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost\n instantly. I had the volume turned up and the whole square echoed.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "The time went fast. I rebuilt my camera for about the twentieth time and\n just about finished a correspondence course in nucleonics. Most", "and I had to join them there. We jawed and gurgled for about an hour and\n settled all the major points.", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "“Here is some money from paradise, because you have been a good\n boy.” Not really from paradise—I had lifted it from the", "had been out of touch with things since his death and Goat-boy happily\n filled him in.", "just whispered loud enough for the throat mike to catch. This was\n radioed back to the MT and the translation shot back to a speaker in my\n jaws.", "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" ], [ "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", "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!”", "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", "“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.”", "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 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.”", "flow. Now armed mobs fought around the temple each day and a new band of\n priests guarded the sacred fount.", "I found out that they were new priests; the previous ones had all been\n boiled for letting the Holy Waters cease. They found out I was there", "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", "at the power leads. I even hooked a gadget to the water pipe so their\n Holy Waters would have the usual refreshing radioactivity when they\n started flowing again. The moment this was all finished, I did the job", "light from the top and I took a closer look at it. On the peak of the\n pyramid was a hollow basin filled with water. When I saw that, something\n clicked in my mind.", "leave\n the Holy of Holies, not\n now. I need my eyes to see and mend the Fount of Holy Waters. Once the", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "religion. A shiny metal temple out of which poured a constant stream of\n magic water—the reactor-cooling water pumped down from the\n atmosphere condenser on the roof. The radioactivity in the water" ], [ "I unzipped the front of my camouflage suit and pulled out the\n blueprints. With the faithful priests stumbling after me, I located the", "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", "“Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because\n the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the", "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—", "junk piled against it, and then the door swung free. I threw it open.\n Before they could protest, I had pushed the priests out through it.", "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", "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.", "I found out that they were new priests; the previous ones had all been\n boiled for letting the Holy Waters cease. They found out I was there", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "after the pterodactyl-eye picked him up and dropped him in the swamp.\n The priests were a hard-headed lot and weren’t buying any lizards", "“I would talk with you, O noble priests,” I said.", "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,", "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", "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." ] ]

[ "What is Sylvia's relation to Paul?", "What edge did the Americans have over the Reds in the air?", "What is implied that happened to the American Moon station?", "What is unorthodox about Coulter and Garrities' navigation?", "Why did Paul think that \"these three minutes\" were the worst?", "What was the ping sound that Coulter heard?", "What was Paul's solution for not having to be in broadside battles anymore?", "Why did Paul invite Kovacs to the cottage with Sylvia?" ]

[ [ "She is his wife", "She is a girl in a magazine", "She is his girlfriend", "She went to the Officers Ball with him once" ], [ "Faster and more efficient ships", "Rockets instead of guns", "Stronger radar technology", "More quantity of troops and ships" ], [ "The Reds destroyed it", "There was not enough funding to support it", "It fell into a crater", "It failed due to incompetence" ], [ "They used experimental ships with the cockpit on gimbals", "They used the Solter coordinates", "They spoke to one-another more than usual", "They used a simple up/down and clock system" ], [ "The possibility of colliding with the enemy", "The high amount of G-forces he experiences", "The fact that he would run out of fuel after three minutes", "The anticipation before firing on a target" ], [ "An enemy bullet hitting his ship", "The enemy ship barely scraping his", "A command from Johnson, the navigator", "His bullet hitting the enemy" ], [ "Using more of an element of surprise", "Firing on enemy ships from the ground", "Sending younger pilots instead of him", "Using rockets instead of traditional machine guns" ], [ "So he wouldn't have to be alone with Sylvia", "To surprise him with Marge and win his favor", "To celebrate the victory during the battle", "So he could try and win over Marge from Kovacs" ] ]

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[ [ "Sylvia, he'd be strictly\npersona non\n grata\n—that was for sure. It was an\n unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was", "Sylvia always came back first. Inviting\n smile and outstretched hands.\n Nyloned knees, pink sweater, and", "musette, his hands were fumbling,\n and his mind was full of Sylvia.\nThe vastness of Muroc Base was as\n incredible as ever. Row on uncounted", "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.", "kids clustered around the booths, as\n Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel\n room, and Paul another, to call\n Sylvia.", "Kovacs and the kids were waiting.\n The armament officer had apparently\n been telling them of Paul's exploits.", "Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted\n a hero, and tousled a couple of\n uncombed heads as they walked. The", "Paul remembered the time he had\n walked into the Muroc Base Officer's\n Club with Marge Halpern on his", "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.", "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.", "was quiet on the flight, as he had\n been on the way down, listening contentedly,\n while Paul talked combat\n and women with Bob Parandes, another", "the angry disappointment in her eyes;\n hearing again his awkward apologies.\n She was a nice kid. Silently his mouth\n formed the words. \"You're a nice\n kid.\"", "\"Right, cap'n.\"\nBut it was Paul who couldn't forget\n about it. All the rest of the way", "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.", "to himself. \"Blow! Blow!\"\nAnd she blew. Like a dirty ragged\n bit of fireworks, throwing tiny handfuls\n of sparks into the blackness.", "Kovacs had been impressed when\n Paul asked if he'd care to room together\n while they were on leave. He", "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,", "around and heading up its own track,\n yet it seemed to Paul he could make\n out every detail—the bright red star,\n even the tortured face of the pilot.", "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,", "\"You've got him, Paul. We're\n dead on his tail, five hundred miles\n back, and matching velocity. Turn" ], [ "the better than two hundred mile\n edge of American radar was more\n often than not the margin of victory.\n The American crews were a little\n sharper, a little better trained, but", "with their stripped down ships, and\n midget crewmen, with no personal\n safety equipment, the Reds could\n accelerate longer and faster, and go", "He blessed the advantage of better\n radar. In this crazy \"war,\" so like\n the dogfights of the first world war,", "fighters. By the time he graduated,\n the United States and Russia each had\n several satellite stations operating, but\n in 1979, the United States had won", "Wish the Red was coming in across\n our course.\nIt would have taken less\n fuel, and the chase wouldn't have\n taken them so far out. But then", "around and heading up its own track,\n yet it seemed to Paul he could make\n out every detail—the bright red star,\n even the tortured face of the pilot.", "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,", "out before them in one unbroken\n burst, groping out fifty miles into\n the darkness with steel and radar fingers\n to kill a duplicate of themselves.", "looking for the edge that would\n give domination of space, or make\n all-out war a good risk. They hadn't\n found it yet, but it was getting bloodier", "\"Hold 4 G's for one six five seconds,\n then coast two minutes for initial\n point five hundred miles on his\n tail.\"", "his radar range. To come up his track\n at 2 mps relative velocity, firing six\n .30 caliber machine guns from fifty\n miles out. In the last three or four", "Range about six hundred miles.\"\n Johnson spoke casually, but his voice\n in the intercom was thin with tension.", "blindfolded. When they tangled\n with a Red, the Solter co-ordinates\n went out the hatch. They navigated\n by the enemy. There were times", "when you'd been out a few times.\n Now, there were Reds around practically\n every mission.\nThirteen missions to go, after today.", "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", "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,", "to use, called skip bombin'. They'd\n hang a bomb on the bottom of one\n of these airplanes, and fly along the\n ground, right at what they wanted", "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", "farther out. You had to get the jump\n on them, or it was just too bad." ], [ "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", "crater. And six months later,\n the new station, almost completed,\n went up again. The diplomats had\n buzzed like hornets, with accusations", "the race for a permanent station on\n the Moon. What a grind it had been,\n bringing in the supplies.", "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\"", "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", "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.", "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", "and threats, but nothing could be\n proven—there\nwere\nbombs stored at\n the station. The implication was clear", "fighters. By the time he graduated,\n the United States and Russia each had\n several satellite stations operating, but\n in 1979, the United States had won", "\"I think next we're going to try\n a slingshot,\" he said.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:", "moon far down to the left. If the\n light wasn't right, a ship might be\n invisible at half a mile. He squeezed\n the throttle mike button. \"Any IFF?\"", "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", "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", "struggle to get into space and stay\n there. The service crew eyed them\n with studied indifference, as they\n writhed out of the small hatch and", "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", "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", "\"You've got him, Paul. We're\n dead on his tail, five hundred miles\n back, and matching velocity. Turn", "back to station, he kept seeing visions\n of a panel sliding aside in the nose\n of a sleek and gleaming ship, while\n a small rocket pushed its deadly snout" ], [ "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.", "And using \"right side up\" as a\n basis for navigation. He chuckled\n again. Still, the service had had to", "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", "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", "blindfolded. When they tangled\n with a Red, the Solter co-ordinates\n went out the hatch. They navigated\n by the enemy. There were times", "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", "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", "remembered that\npinging\nsound, just\n as they passed the enemy ship. He\n told Garrity to see if he could locate", "Captain Paul Coulter, commanding\n Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron,\n 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out", "\"O.K., let me know as soon as you\n have his course.\" Coulter squashed\n out his cigar and began his cockpit", "Coulter advanced the throttle to\n 5 G's. And with the hiss of power,\n SF 308 began the deadly, intricate,", "Wish the Red was coming in across\n our course.\nIt would have taken less\n fuel, and the chase wouldn't have\n taken them so far out. But then", "their usual double takes on a change\n of course, as the ship computer recorded\n the new information. He\n liked those two gauges—the two old\n ladies.", "They missed ramming by something\n around a hundred yards. The\n enemy ship flashed across his tail in\n a fraction of a second, already turned", "o'clock for course to IP.\"\nAutomatically he turned the control\n wheel to the right and eased it\n back. The gyros recorded the turn to\n course.", "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", "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", "\"Hold 4 G's for one six five seconds,\n then coast two minutes for initial\n point five hundred miles on his\n tail.\"", "\"You've got him, Paul. We're\n dead on his tail, five hundred miles\n back, and matching velocity. Turn", "with their stripped down ships, and\n midget crewmen, with no personal\n safety equipment, the Reds could\n accelerate longer and faster, and go" ], [ "This is the worst. These three minutes\n are the worst.\nOne hundred\n ninety-two eternal seconds of waiting,\n of deathly silence and deathly", "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", "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.", "\"Right, cap'n.\"\nBut it was Paul who couldn't forget\n about it. All the rest of the way", "Paul felt no surprise, only relief\n at having the trouble located. The\n reaction to the close call might not\n come till hours later. \"This kind of\n luck we can do without. Can you\n patch the holes?\"", "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", "thoughts that always came when action\n was near. His chest was full of\n the familiar weakness—not fear exactly,\n but a tight, helpless feeling\n that grew and grew with the waiting.", "And Johnny answered, hurt,\n \"What do you think I'm doing down\n here—reading one of your magazines?\"", "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", "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.", "Just sittin' half a mile apart and\n tradin' shots like we did on that last\n mission is kinda hard on mah nerves,\n and it's startin' to happen too often.\"", "\"Right, Johnny. One sixty-five,\n then two minutes.\" He set the timer,\n advanced the throttle to 4 G's, and", "around and heading up its own track,\n yet it seemed to Paul he could make\n out every detail—the bright red star,\n even the tortured face of the pilot.", "was quiet on the flight, as he had\n been on the way down, listening contentedly,\n while Paul talked combat\n and women with Bob Parandes, another", "Paul was wondering about the men\n on the other ship—whether any of\n them were still alive. Eighty thousand", "\"I've got him, Paul. He's got two\n point seven miles of RV on us. Take\n thirty degrees high on two point one", "\"You've got him, Paul. We're\n dead on his tail, five hundred miles\n back, and matching velocity. Turn", "The second hand hit forty-five in\n its third cycle, and he stood loose in\n the cradle as the power died.", "Kovacs and the kids were waiting.\n The armament officer had apparently\n been telling them of Paul's exploits.", "\"We're crossing his track, Paul.\n Turn to nine point five o'clock and\n hold 4 G's for thirty-two seconds," ], [ "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 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", "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,", "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", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "Captain Paul Coulter, commanding\n Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron,\n 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out", "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", "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", "the loss, and any other damage, and\n was shortly startled by a low amazed\n whistle in his earphones." ], [ "\"Nice work if we could get it.\n I'm not crazy about those broadside\n battles myself. You'd think they'd", "broadside duels of the old sailing\n ships—as the best and least suicidal\n method of killing a spaceship. To\n start on the enemy's tail, just out of", "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 felt no surprise, only relief\n at having the trouble located. The\n reaction to the close call might not\n come till hours later. \"This kind of\n luck we can do without. Can you\n patch the holes?\"", "They missed ramming by something\n around a hundred yards. The\n enemy ship flashed across his tail in\n a fraction of a second, already turned", "\"Right, cap'n.\"\nBut it was Paul who couldn't forget\n about it. All the rest of the way", "\"You've got him, Paul. We're\n dead on his tail, five hundred miles\n back, and matching velocity. Turn", "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.", "Paul was wondering about the men\n on the other ship—whether any of\n them were still alive. Eighty thousand", "from the .30's standing out of their\n compartments around the sides of the\n ship. They were practically recoilless,\n but the burst drifted him forward", "concede on \"right side up,\" in designing\n the ships, so there was something\n to be said for it. They hadn't\n been able to simulate gravity without", "Paul was struggling with hundred-pound\n arms, trying to focus the telescope\n that swiveled over the panel.", "It was five minutes before Guns\n spoke again. \"Ah been thinkin',\n cap'n. With a little redecoratin', Ah", "Captain Paul Coulter, commanding\n Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron,\n 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out", "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.", "remembered that\npinging\nsound, just\n as they passed the enemy ship. He\n told Garrity to see if he could locate", "Wish the Red was coming in across\n our course.\nIt would have taken less\n fuel, and the chase wouldn't have\n taken them so far out. But then", "Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted\n a hero, and tousled a couple of\n uncombed heads as they walked. The", "around and heading up its own track,\n yet it seemed to Paul he could make\n out every detail—the bright red star,\n even the tortured face of the pilot." ], [ "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,", "Kovacs had been impressed when\n Paul asked if he'd care to room together\n while they were on leave. He", "It was a ticklish job explaining\n about Kovacs, but when she understood\n that he just wanted to do a", "Kovacs and the kids were waiting.\n The armament officer had apparently\n been telling them of Paul's exploits.", "kids clustered around the booths, as\n Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel\n room, and Paul another, to call\n Sylvia.", "Sylvia, he'd be strictly\npersona non\n grata\n—that was for sure. It was an\n unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was", "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.", "Kovacs was a quiet, intelligent kid,\n devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't\n too intimate with him. He wasn't a", "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,", "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", "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.", "Sylvia always came back first. Inviting\n smile and outstretched hands.\n Nyloned knees, pink sweater, and", "He wasn't sure how he got there,\n or why, when he found himself walking\n into Colonel Silton's office to ask", "Paul remembered the time he had\n walked into the Muroc Base Officer's\n Club with Marge Halpern on his", "He took a deep breath. \"I'd like\n to get out of the city for a few days,\n where we can take things easy and\n be away from the crowds. And there\n is another guy I'd like to bring\n along.\"", "musette, his hands were fumbling,\n and his mind was full of Sylvia.\nThe vastness of Muroc Base was as\n incredible as ever. Row on uncounted", "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.", "Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted\n a hero, and tousled a couple of\n uncombed heads as they walked. The", "was quiet on the flight, as he had\n been on the way down, listening contentedly,\n while Paul talked combat\n and women with Bob Parandes, another", "\"Right, cap'n.\"\nBut it was Paul who couldn't forget\n about it. All the rest of the way" ] ]

[ "Why was Walter Towne worried about going to work that day?", "Why were the reports for the Robling company bad?", "Why did the production line workers care about the profits of the company?", "How did the managers shut the plant down for a strike?", "Why did the managers on strike need a lawyer?", "Why was Walter concerned about being put on a white-list?", "What did Robling Titanium begin to sell instead of its' old products?", "Why was the judge glowering at Walter during the trial?", "Why was Walter being served criminal charges at the trial?", "Why did the union's lawyer not want Walter to go to jail?" ]

[ [ "There was a lot of traffic on the Exit Strip", "He was feeling sick that day", "He didn't want to speak to Torkleson about the reports", "He didn't want a demerit from Bailey for being late" ], [ "Poor production and no innovation", "Too high of union dues and insurance fees", "Too much spending by the executives", "Walter asking for too high of a salary raise" ], [ "They would be fired if they did not meet a certain quota", "They received stock options and wanted higher dividends ", "They were passionate about the products that they make", "The company was on the verge of shutting down" ], [ "By locking all of the workers in the plant", "By cutting the power for the plant", "By sending the production machines into feedback loops", "By locking out all of the workers" ], [ "To avoid injunctions by the company ", "They were being sued by the production line workers", "To handle the negative press", "To sue the executives of the company" ], [ "It meant he could not work in the industry anymore", "His salary would be decreased", "He wouldn't be eligible for dividends any longer", "He did not want to be contacted by the government" ], [ "Jet engines", "Steel tubing", "Shotguns", "Trash cans" ], [ "The judge was favorable towards unions and laborers", "Walter was speaking out of turn", "The judge owned stock in Robling Titanium", "Walter was at the trial earlier than he should have been" ], [ "For selling company secrets", "For disabling the company's production abilities", "For leaving the company without notice", "For committing securities fraud" ], [ "No one would be able to unlock the machines ", "The laborers were beginning to side with Walter", "The media would make the union look very bad if they did so", "They simply wanted to fire him, not imprison him" ] ]

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[ [ "Board\nIt\n was going to be a bad day. As he pushed his way nervously\n through the crowds toward the Exit Strip, Walter Towne", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said.", "\"—but to send me to jail,\" said Walter Towne. \"Go ahead.\n Send me to jail. In fact, I\ninsist\nupon going to jail.\"", "They listened. Not a peep came from the huge hall. Suddenly,\n Walter Towne was talking their language.", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "Walter Towne stifled a yawn. \"Perhaps you didn't understand\n us. The men are agitating for a meeting of the board of", "Walter Towne chuckled. \"Doesn't it? I don't know. Everything's\n been a little screwy since the switchover. And in a", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "a chubby finger again and again at Walter Towne. He pranced\n and he ranted. He paused at just the right times for thunderous\n peals of applause.", "into the corridors. They jammed the lobby. Ten thousand men\n rose with a howl of anger when Walter Towne walked out on\n the stage. But they quieted down again as Dan Torkleson", "Walter sighed and shuffled back to his desk. Oh, well. It\n could have been worse. They might have fired him like poor\n Cartwright last month. He'd just\nhave\nto listen to that morning\n buzzer.", "feet were planted on his desk top, but he hadn't started on his\n morning Western yet. He was busy glaring, first at the clock,\n then at Walter.", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "to work. He walked quickly past the workers' lounge, glancing\n in at the groups of men, arguing politics and checking the\n stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "He had wolfed down his morning Koffee-Kup with one eye\n on the clock and one eye on his growing sense of impending\n crisis. And now, to make things just a trifle worse, he was", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from" ], [ "On the Robling production lines the workmen blinked at\n each other, and at their machines, and wondered vaguely what\n it was all about.", "you time and again. Robling had built up accounts over the\n years with fine products and new models. But since the switchover\n seven years ago, you and your board have forced me to", "reports. The promotion-draw reports. The royalty reports. The\n anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily.\n The shop steward was a goad, annoying, perhaps even infuriating,", "They got down to the details of planning.\nThe news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day.\n Headlines screamed:\nMANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES", "to say about it, this one will end with a massacre.\"\nThe meeting was held in a huge auditorium in the Robling\n administration building. Since every member of the union", "\"I've been doing everything I could,\" Walter snapped. \"Of\n course the reports are bad, they couldn't help but be. We", "too strongly of the old system of corporate organization to suit\n the men. The solution had been simple, if a trifle ungainly.\n Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically", "The reports were worse than he had ever dreamed.\n\n\n \"\nTowne!\n\"", "was\nVice President-in-Charge-of-Production of\n the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to\n him, really? He had rehearsed", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "You should all be rich\n, because Robling\n could make you rich. But not one of you out there is rich.\n Only the fat ones on this stage are. But I'll tell you how", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "scooting his tie up under his ear. Once off the moving strip, he\n started up the Robling corridor toward the plant gate. Perhaps\n he would be fortunate. Maybe the reports would be late.", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "at the reports. He had known it would come to this sooner or\n later. They all knew it—Hendricks of Promotion, Pendleton\n of Sales, the whole managerial staff.", "meant\nsomething to be vice president of a huge industrial firm like\n Robling Titanium. A man could have had a fine house of", "play the cheap products for the quick profit in order to give\n your men their dividends. Now the bottom's dropped out. We\n couldn't turn a quick profit on the big, important accounts, so", "At first it had been a quiet movement. One by one the\n smaller firms had tottered, bled drier and drier by increasing", "and battled, and pleaded, and lost. He had watched the company\n deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and\n threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it.", "impossible. Big orders canceled. The worst reports in\n seven years, and you say you know your job!\"" ], [ "come in. That's your job. My job is to report a dividend\n every six months to the men who own the stock, the men working\n on the production lines.\"", "On the Robling production lines the workmen blinked at\n each other, and at their machines, and wondered vaguely what\n it was all about.", "production costs, increasing labor demands, and an ever-dwindling\n margin of profit. One by one they had seen their\n stocks tottering as they faced bankruptcy, only to be gobbled", "Production lines slowed. There were daily brawls on the\n plant floor, in the lounge and locker rooms. Workers began", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "play the cheap products for the quick profit in order to give\n your men their dividends. Now the bottom's dropped out. We\n couldn't turn a quick profit on the big, important accounts, so", "Torkleson, and then out to the crowd. \"You men here are an\n electing body—right? You own this great plant and company,\n top to bottom—right?", "\"Get them moving,\" Torkleson howled. \"They'll start those\n machines again, or I'll have them in jail so fast—\" He turned\n back to Bailey. \"What about the production lines?\"", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "to work. He walked quickly past the workers' lounge, glancing\n in at the groups of men, arguing politics and checking the\n stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray", "\"You think that since you own the company, times have\n changed. Well, have they? Are you any better off than you", "I'm secretary of this union. We fought long and hard for control\n of this corporation, just the way all the other unions did.\n I know. I was through it all.\" He sat back smugly, his cheeks", "quivering with emotion. \"You might say that I was a national\n leader in the movement. But I did it only for the men. The\n men want their dividends. They own the stock, stock is supposed", "reports. The promotion-draw reports. The royalty reports. The\n anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily.\n The shop steward was a goad, annoying, perhaps even infuriating,", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns.\n Then they came back in an old, weatherbeaten 'copter\n which hovered over the plant entrance carrying a banner with", "management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more\n house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands\n weakly. \"What do you want?\" he asked.", "with a crash. \"After last month's fine production record, you\n think four minutes doesn't matter, eh? Think just because\n you're a vice president it's all right to mosey in here whenever" ], [ "When we go off for lunch, we throw the machines into lock-step.\n Then we just don't come back. But the big thing is to\n keep it quiet until the noon whistle.\" He turned to the lawyer.", "until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns.\n Then they came back in an old, weatherbeaten 'copter\n which hovered over the plant entrance carrying a banner with", "Production lines slowed. There were daily brawls on the\n plant floor, in the lounge and locker rooms. Workers began", "The workers grew restive. From the first day, Towne and\n Hendricks and all the others had been picketing the plant,", "Walter nodded. \"Well, we couldn't very well lock the men\n out, they own the plant. We were thinking more of a lock-\nin", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "production. Conflicting scuttlebutt suggested that persons high\n in uniondom had perpetrated the crisis deliberately, bullying\n Management into the strike for the sole purpose of cutting current", "machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still\n struck. By the fifth day there was a more serious note.", "management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more\n house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands\n weakly. \"What do you want?\" he asked.", "\"Get them moving,\" Torkleson howled. \"They'll start those\n machines again, or I'll have them in jail so fast—\" He turned\n back to Bailey. \"What about the production lines?\"", "And still the machines sputtered.\nBack at the plant rumor had it that the machines were permanently\n gutted, and that the plant could never go back into", "\"It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management\n troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike.\"", "The union lawyer's jaw sagged. There was a hurried conference.\n A recess was pleaded. Telephones buzzed. Then:\n \"Your Honor, the plaintiff desires to withdraw all charges at\n this time.\"", "They got down to the details of planning.\nThe news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day.\n Headlines screamed:\nMANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "violation of management contracts and illegal fouling of managerial\n processes.\" Ben Starkey, President of the Board of\n American Steel, expressed \"shock and regret\"; the Amalgamated", "\"I'm not an unreasonable man,\" Torkleson was saying\n miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and\n forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers.", "weaken from its original stand. Tell them we expect to have\n the strike broken in another few hours. Tell them anything.\"", "bit. You put the program through, and give those electronics\n men three more hours to unsnarl this knot, or we throw them\n out of the union.\" He started for the door. \"What were the", "Torkleson was waiting to see the shop steward when he\n came in next morning. The union boss's office was crowded\n with TV cameras, newsmen, and puzzled workmen. The floor" ], [ "\"I'm not an unreasonable man,\" Torkleson was saying\n miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and\n forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers.", "They could go on strike.\n\"It's ridiculous,\" the lawyer spluttered, staring at the circle", "The union lawyer's jaw sagged. There was a hurried conference.\n A recess was pleaded. Telephones buzzed. Then:\n \"Your Honor, the plaintiff desires to withdraw all charges at\n this time.\"", "The union lawyer dropped his glasses on the table with a\n crash. The judge stared. \"Mr. Bates, if you plead guilty, you\n leave me no alternative—\"", "\"I suppose so.\" The lawyer stopped to rest, panting. \"Anyway,\n with the newly elected board of directors, things will be\n different for everybody. You took a long gamble.\"", "\"Tomorrow morning. And before a labor-rigged judge, too.\"\n The little lawyer paced his office nervously. \"I don't like it.\n Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure\n on him.\"", "When we go off for lunch, we throw the machines into lock-step.\n Then we just don't come back. But the big thing is to\n keep it quiet until the noon whistle.\" He turned to the lawyer.", "was littered with piles of ominous-looking paper. Torkleson\n was shouting into a telephone, and three lawyers were shouting\n into Torkleson's ear. He spotted Bailey and waved him through", "violation of management contracts and illegal fouling of managerial\n processes.\" Ben Starkey, President of the Board of\n American Steel, expressed \"shock and regret\"; the Amalgamated", "Torkleson was waiting to see the shop steward when he\n came in next morning. The union boss's office was crowded\n with TV cameras, newsmen, and puzzled workmen. The floor", "\"It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management\n troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike.\"", "management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more\n house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands\n weakly. \"What do you want?\" he asked.", "The third day, Jeff Bates was served with an injunction ordering\n Towne to return to work. It was duly appealed, legal", "striking against its own labor. It—it isn't done. Oh,\n there have been lockouts, but this isn't the same thing at all.\"", "machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still\n struck. By the fifth day there was a more serious note.", "\"But there wasn't anything about a board meeting in the\n contract your lawyer presented.\"\n\n\n \"I know, but you rejected that contract. So we tore it up.\n Anyway, we've changed our minds.\"", "The workers grew restive. From the first day, Towne and\n Hendricks and all the others had been picketing the plant,", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "other pole for the managerial staff. And then, with creeping\n malignancy, the hungry howling of the union bosses for more\n and higher dividends, year after year, moving steadily toward", "until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns.\n Then they came back in an old, weatherbeaten 'copter\n which hovered over the plant entrance carrying a banner with" ], [ "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "on grounds of incompetence. And I will personally see that\n you go on every White list in the country.\"", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said.", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "Pendleton sighed. \"You're sure you didn't let them suspect\n anything, Walter? They wouldn't be watching the house?\"", "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "reports. The promotion-draw reports. The royalty reports. The\n anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily.\n The shop steward was a goad, annoying, perhaps even infuriating,", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant\n eyebrows. Torkleson's whole body quivered as he slammed\n a sheaf of papers down on the desk. \"Just what do you think", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle." ], [ "It took Robling Titanium approximately two days to convert\n its entire production line to titanium-steel trash cans. With the", "you time and again. Robling had built up accounts over the\n years with fine products and new models. But since the switchover\n seven years ago, you and your board have forced me to", "too strongly of the old system of corporate organization to suit\n the men. The solution had been simple, if a trifle ungainly.\n Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically", "was\nVice President-in-Charge-of-Production of\n the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to\n him, really? He had rehearsed", "meant\nsomething to be vice president of a huge industrial firm like\n Robling Titanium. A man could have had a fine house of", "On the Robling production lines the workmen blinked at\n each other, and at their machines, and wondered vaguely what\n it was all about.", "play the cheap products for the quick profit in order to give\n your men their dividends. Now the bottom's dropped out. We\n couldn't turn a quick profit on the big, important accounts, so", "six years. What can two starved engineers and a second rate\n chemist drag out of an attic laboratory for competition in the\n titanium market?\" Walter took a deep breath. \"I've warned", "You should all be rich\n, because Robling\n could make you rich. But not one of you out there is rich.\n Only the fat ones on this stage are. But I'll tell you how", "would be a titanium-steel trash can for every man, woman,\n child, and hound dog on the North American continent. The\n jet engines, structural steels, tubing, and other pre-strike products", "They got down to the details of planning.\nThe news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day.\n Headlines screamed:\nMANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "Titanium Corporation into the hands of strange and unnatural\n owners.\nThe door was of heavy stained oak, with bold letters edged\n in gold:", "\"Trash cans,\" said Bailey. \"Pure titanium-steel trash cans.\"", "If they won't do it, they won't get another Titanium\n product off their production lines for the rest of the year, and\n their dividends will\nreally", "to say about it, this one will end with a massacre.\"\nThe meeting was held in a huge auditorium in the Robling\n administration building. Since every member of the union", "At first it had been a quiet movement. One by one the\n smaller firms had tottered, bled drier and drier by increasing", "a plaintive message:\n robling titanium unfair to management\n .\n Tomatoes were hurled, fists were shaken, but the 'copter\n remained.", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "\"Sir—the men—I mean, there's been some nasty talk.\n They're tired of making trash cans. No challenge in it. Anyway," ], [ "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from", "well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant\n eyebrows. Torkleson's whole body quivered as he slammed\n a sheaf of papers down on the desk. \"Just what do you think", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "feet were planted on his desk top, but he hadn't started on his\n morning Western yet. He was busy glaring, first at the clock,\n then at Walter.", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men\n rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed", "a chubby finger again and again at Walter Towne. He pranced\n and he ranted. He paused at just the right times for thunderous\n peals of applause.", "\"—but to send me to jail,\" said Walter Towne. \"Go ahead.\n Send me to jail. In fact, I\ninsist\nupon going to jail.\"", "Walter gave a sharp nod to the side of the stage. Abruptly\n the roar of the men was drowned in another sound—a soul-rending,", "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "The union lawyer dropped his glasses on the table with a\n crash. The judge stared. \"Mr. Bates, if you plead guilty, you\n leave me no alternative—\"", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "There was a rustle of sound through the courtroom. His\n Honor turned to Jeff Bates. \"Are you counsel for the defendant?\"", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said." ], [ "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "\"—but to send me to jail,\" said Walter Towne. \"Go ahead.\n Send me to jail. In fact, I\ninsist\nupon going to jail.\"", "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men\n rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant\n eyebrows. Torkleson's whole body quivered as he slammed\n a sheaf of papers down on the desk. \"Just what do you think", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"", "\"Yes, sir.\" Bates mopped his bald scalp. \"The defendant\n pleads guilty to all counts.\"", "\"You're going to have to appear, Walter. We can't dodge\n this one.\"\n\n\n \"When?\"", "There was a rustle of sound through the courtroom. His\n Honor turned to Jeff Bates. \"Are you counsel for the defendant?\"", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"" ], [ "\"—but to send me to jail,\" said Walter Towne. \"Go ahead.\n Send me to jail. In fact, I\ninsist\nupon going to jail.\"", "The union lawyer's jaw sagged. There was a hurried conference.\n A recess was pleaded. Telephones buzzed. Then:\n \"Your Honor, the plaintiff desires to withdraw all charges at\n this time.\"", "The union lawyer dropped his glasses on the table with a\n crash. The judge stared. \"Mr. Bates, if you plead guilty, you\n leave me no alternative—\"", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "When we go off for lunch, we throw the machines into lock-step.\n Then we just don't come back. But the big thing is to\n keep it quiet until the noon whistle.\" He turned to the lawyer.", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "Walter nodded. \"Well, we couldn't very well lock the men\n out, they own the plant. We were thinking more of a lock-\nin", "\"Tomorrow morning. And before a labor-rigged judge, too.\"\n The little lawyer paced his office nervously. \"I don't like it.\n Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure\n on him.\"", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "his\npart many times, squaring\n his thin shoulders, looking the union boss straight in the eye\n and saying, \"Now, see here, Torkleson—\" But he knew, when", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "\"I suppose so.\" The lawyer stopped to rest, panting. \"Anyway,\n with the newly elected board of directors, things will be\n different for everybody. You took a long gamble.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said.", "bit. You put the program through, and give those electronics\n men three more hours to unsnarl this knot, or we throw them\n out of the union.\" He started for the door. \"What were the", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"" ] ]

[ "What does the Atomic Wonder Space Wave Tapper gadget do?", "Why does Biff stay to watch the demonstration?", "What is the secret to how the gadget works?", "Why are Biff’s friends so intrigued with the gadget?", "What distracts Biff and his friends from continuing their poker game?", "The inventors of the gadget are targeting who to buy it?", "Why did the demonstrator reduce the price to $3 for Biff?", "What are the inventors of the gadget hoping to achieve with it?", "What have the inventors of the gadget patented?", "How are the inventors of the gadget hoping to get rich?" ]

[ [ "It can drive itself. ", "It levitates in the air.", "It flies in the air. ", "It can detect live in outer space. " ], [ "He wants a job at the toy shop. ", "He wants to see if the gadget will go on sale. ", "He wants to buy the gadget for his nephew. ", "He wants to know the trick to how the gadget works." ], [ "The battery and coils power it. ", "It's real magic. ", "There is a hidden motor inside. ", "It moves on hidden strings. " ], [ "They are scientists and enjoy figuring out magic tricks.", "They are bored from playing poker every week. ", "They all have children who would like the gadget. ", "They are all magicians. " ], [ "They can't figure out how to do the trick because the thread keeps breaking. ", "They get called to duty from the military. ", "The demonstrator arrives to sell more gadgets. ", "They discover that the trick only works when the power button is on. " ], [ "People with children", "Educators", "Senior citizens", "Scientists" ], [ "Biff only had $3 in cash. ", "Biff said the gadget was only worth $1.", "He knew Biff would buy it for such a low price.", "It costs $4 to make, so he would still make a profit." ], [ "Buyers will get other people to buy it. ", "They will get rich from selling the gadget. ", "The gadget will be used in magic shows. ", "Buyers will conduct research with the gadget. " ], [ "The wave generator of the gadget. ", "The coils that reduce the weight of the gadget. ", "The batteries inside the model rocket ship. ", "The propellers of the model rocket ship. " ], [ "They will earn money from any inventions that use the same technology as the gadget. ", "They want to sell the gadget to children as a toy. ", "A university will fund their research through grants. ", "They want to sell the gadget to the military. " ] ]

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[ [ "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", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"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 ...\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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 ...\"", "A concerted\nahhhh\nswept through\n the crowd as the Space Wave Tapper", "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", "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", "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", "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", "\"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!\"", "\"I turn on the Power Switch, sending\n a surge of current to the Wave\n Receptors,\" he said. The switch", "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", "\"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.", "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", "at each end of the ship.\" With a pencil\n he pointed out the odd shaped\n plastic forms about an inch in diameter\n that had been wound—apparently", "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" ], [ "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.", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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 flushed. \"I'm\n sorry, sir,\" he stammered. \"I wasn't\n trying to hide anything. Like any", "\"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.", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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!\"", "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", "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.", "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", "The demonstrator looked around\n carefully, then pointed. \"Strings!\" he\n said. \"Or rather a black thread. It" ], [ "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", "\"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.", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "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.", "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", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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", "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", "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", "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!\"", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "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 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.", "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", "\"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", "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", "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.", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "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.", "\"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!\"", "\"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 ...\"", "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", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "\"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" ], [ "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.", "This was the only time that poker\n was mentioned or even remembered\n that night. Because very soon after\n this they found that the thread would", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "and he had switched it off he couldn't\n stop them from crowding around\n the table.", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"You think they will now?\" the\n young man asked, cracking his knuckles\n impatiently.", "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", "under a man's mental skin....\nBY HARRY HARRISON\nBecause there were few adults in\n the crowd, and Colonel \"Biff\" Hawton" ], [ "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", "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 $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 ...\"", "\"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.", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "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", "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", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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", "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", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "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", "\"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 ...\"", "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!\"", "takers. If you want to buy it for that\n price....\"", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"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.\"", "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no" ], [ "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "\"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 ...\"", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "The demonstrator flushed. \"I'm\n sorry, sir,\" he stammered. \"I wasn't\n trying to hide anything. Like any", "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", "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", "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", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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.", "\"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 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.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "The demonstrator looked around\n carefully, then pointed. \"Strings!\" he\n said. \"Or rather a black thread. It", "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.", "\"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!\"", "drop eighteen bucks for six-bits\n worth of tin, I want to know what\n I'm getting.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "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", "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.", "\"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 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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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 ...\"", "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", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "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", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "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", "\"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.", "proof. We've patented the coils and\n can prove to anyone that there is a\n reduction in weight around them\n when they are operating....\"", "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", "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", "\"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!\"", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "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", "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", "at each end of the ship.\" With a pencil\n he pointed out the odd shaped\n plastic forms about an inch in diameter\n that had been wound—apparently", "\"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.\"", "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.\"" ], [ "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "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", "\"We'll all be rich, son,\" the older\n man said, patting him on the shoulder.\n \"Believe me, you're not going to", "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.", "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", "\"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!\"", "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", "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", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "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 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.", "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 ...\"", "\"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 ...\"", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"" ] ]

[ "Where is Broom in the beginning of the story?", "Where is Broom from?", "When was Broom born?", "What is the metal box that makes a humming sound?", "What is Broom’s relationship with Contarini?", "What is Broom’s relationship to Mr. Edward Jasperson?", "What did Broom go to prison for?", "Why doesn’t Broom know where he is or who he is?", "What war did Broom fight in?" ]

[ [ "An office", "A mental hospital", "An apartment building", "A prison" ], [ "Venice, Italy", "Paris, France", "London, England", "New York City, U.S.A." ], [ "The Industrial Revolution, around the 19th century. ", "Modern day, The middle of the 20th century. ", "The Medieval Period, around the 12th century. ", "The Renaissance, around the 15th century. " ], [ "A television", "A typewriter", "A telephone", "A computer" ], [ "They are strangers. ", "They are both prisoners. ", "They are brothers. ", "They are both con artists. " ], [ "They are both prisoners. ", "They are brothers.", "They are strangers. ", "They are both con artists. " ], [ "Theft of a ceramic ash tray.", "He was a spy in the war. ", "Treason against the English crown. ", "He is a prisoner of war. " ], [ "He has gone mad and is hallucinating. ", "He was kidnapped and tortured. ", "He time traveled to the future, which caused amnesia. ", "He had his memory wiped by the government. " ], [ "World War I", "The Vietnam War", "The Holy Crusades", "The American Revolutionary War" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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 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 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 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?\"", "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.\"", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "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.", "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 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", "There were several rows of the bulky tables in here, each with its own\n chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding", "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.", "He was suddenly no longer interested in his surroundings. He felt\n trapped in this strange, silent room. He could see a light shining", "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", "The room itself was larger than the one he had just quitted, and not as\n well lit. For the first time, he thought of the possibility that there" ], [ "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?\"", "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 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 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 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.", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "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", "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.", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "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 hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "There were several rows of the bulky tables in here, each with its own\n chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding", "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.", "Broom held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"", "\"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." ], [ "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", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "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'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 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 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.", "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 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.", "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", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "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.", "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.", "\"I hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "There were several rows of the bulky tables in here, each with its own\n chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding", "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", "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 humming appeared to be coming from a metal box on the other side of\n the table. He circled around and took a look at the thing. It had levers", "nothing. There was no sound except the faint humming from the device in\n the room behind him, and a deeper, almost inaudible, rushing, rumbling\n sound that seemed to come from far below.", "He turned around again and looked deliberately at the big, bulky table.\n There was a faint humming noise coming from it which had escaped his", "He skirted the table with its still-humming machine and walked toward\n the door that led to the other room. A picture hanging on a nearby wall", "He was suddenly no longer interested in his surroundings. He felt\n trapped in this strange, silent room. He could see a light shining", "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 room was well lit. The illumination came from the ceiling, which\n seemed to be made of some glowing, semitranslucent metal that cast a", "There was a loud\nclick!\nin the stillness of the room, and he leaped", "He looked down at it, wondering if there were any way the door could be\n locked. There was a tiny vertical slit set in a small metal panel in the\n door, but it was much too tiny to be a keyhole. Still—", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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?", "This would certainly be something to tell in London—when and if he ever\n got back.\n\n\n He reached out a tentative finger and touched one of the symbol-marked\n studs.", "There were several rows of the bulky tables in here, each with its own\n chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding", "He jerked his head away, not wanting to look at the things on the table.\n\n\n The walls, at least, looked familiar. They seemed to be paneled in some\n fine wood. He walked over and touched it.", "well explore his surroundings a little more. He resolved to keep his\n hands off anything that wasn't readily identifiable.\nThere was a single oddly-shaped chair by the bulky table, and behind the", "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" ], [ "\"I hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "\"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.", "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", "Contarini, the short, wiry little Italian who was in the next cell,\n looked at him through the narrow opening. \"I still think it can be done,", "and a name. Contarini. He seemed to remember a startled look on the\n Italian's face, but he could neither remember the reason for it nor when", "The face was that of the Italian, Contarini. He was looking both worried\n and disappointed.", "Contarini nodded. \"Why not? Did not the saints do so? And what was that?\n Contemplation of the Eternal, my comrade; contemplation of the Eternal.\"", "\"No, perhaps not,\" Contarini said. \"Perhaps not. But you are braver than\n I. I am not afraid of any man living. But you are afraid of neither the", "\"I try,\" Contarini had said simply, \"but I cannot do it. You wish to\n know why? It is because I am afraid.\"", "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?\"", "Contarini had said that it would be ... how had he said it? \"Like\n sleeping for hundreds of years and waking up in a strange world.\"\n\n\n Well, it was that, all right.", "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 held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "Contarini nodded sadly. \"It is as I have heard. The memory ties one too\n strongly to the past—to one's own time. One must return as soon as the", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "He stopped, Time?\nTime?\nWhat had Contarini said about time? Something about its being like a", "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 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" ], [ "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", "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", "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 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 won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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 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 hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "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 held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"", "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 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.", "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?\"", "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", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "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.", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "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!", "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 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.", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "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.", "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.\"", "Broom held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"" ], [ "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", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "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 had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "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.", "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 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?\"", "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 lifted himself gingerly to his feet. He wasn't hurt, at least. He\n felt fine, except for the gaps in his memory.", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "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", "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", "remember them. His memory still had gaps in it—gaps he did not know\n were there because he had not yet probed for them. He closed his eyes in\n concentration, trying to bring back a memory that would not come.", "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" ], [ "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", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "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'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—", "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.", "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 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.", "\"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.", "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 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?", "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.", "\"I hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "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." ] ]

[ "What is Ravdin’s job?", "Which word does NOT describe Lord Nehmon’s leadership?", "What is the relationship between Ravdin and Dana?", "Why do they need to burn the city?", "Which word describes Frankle’s leadership?", "Predict: was Ravdin and Dana’s plan successful?", "What is “the link”?", "What is a theme in the story?", "Why do Dana and Ravdin stay behind?", "Nehmon wants to flee, but Ravdin and Dana argue with him. What is Dana's argument?" ]

[ [ "He scouts space for the Hunters. ", "He is a warrior. ", "He is a spy. ", "He is a musician." ], [ "Passive", "Resilient", "Gentle", "Ineffective " ], [ "They are married.", "Dana is Ravdin’s supervisor. ", "They are brother and sister.", "They are both watchmen. " ], [ "They need to destroy evidence of their civilization to throw the Hunters off their trail. ", "The Hunters will destroy the city anyway. ", "They don’t want to share their resources with others. ", "They don’t want the Hunters to steal their secrets. " ], [ "Ineffective", "Militaristic ", "Democratic ", "Passive " ], [ "No, because the Hunters will never change their hostile ways. ", "Yes, because Frankle decided to declare peace. ", "No, because they were left in the jungle, separated from the rest of their people. ", "Yes, because they planted the seed in Frankle’s mind to change their hostile ways. " ], [ "Ravdin planted a microchip on Frankle so that his people will know where the Hunters are. ", "The magical music connects people by bringing out their humanity. ", "The peace offering from the Hunters. ", "The magic that Ravdin and Dana use to blank out their minds. " ], [ "Good will always triumph over evil. ", "Art has the power to change hearts. ", "Hatred is stronger than benevolence. ", "It is better to flee than to fight. " ], [ "They want to populate the Jungle-land to ensure the survival of their race. ", "They want to resolve the conflict with the Hunters to stop the endless cycle of fleeing.", "They will shoot down the Hunter's ship to stop their attack. ", "They will spy on the Hunters to find out where they are going next. " ], [ "She believes the Hunters may have changed and that peace is possible. ", "She wants to fight the Hunters and kill them. ", "She wants to surrender to the Hunters. ", "She wants to burn the Hunters' space ship. " ] ]

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[ [ "Ravdin's face flushed hotly. \"Much greater things,\" he\n snapped.", "Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the\n utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the", "Ravdin nodded wordlessly.", "Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music\n burst from the sounding-board, odd, wild music, suddenly\n hopeful. \"No,\" he said, \"no, of course not. You know that.\"", "With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart\n pounding with excitement. Perhaps, he thought, he was too\n excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling\n from the fearful discovery of his journey.", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the", "of smoothly curving walls and tasteful lines, opening a\n full side to the south to catch the soft sunlight and warm\n breezes. Ravdin strode across the deep carpeting of the terrace.", "Ravdin met him eye for eye. \"I can't say.\"", "only the barest flickering image of her fiery hair. The\n music slowed, singing softly, and Ravdin could see the old\n man waiting in the room. Nehmon rose, his gaunt face and", "Ravdin turned away from his bride. \"Tell her,\" he said to\n the old man.\n\n\n Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror.\n \"The Hunters! They've found us?\"", "The bright street below the oval window was empty and\n quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out\n in bitter silence. \"Yes, we can run away. Just as we always", "There was a startled silence. The girl's breath came in a\n gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. \"Ravdin,\"\n she said softly, \"\nhave you ever seen a Hunter\n?\"", "Riding the shuttle over the edges of Jungle-land toward the\n shining bright beauty of the city, Ravdin settled back, trying", "\"There is no mystery,\" Ravdin said softly. \"We stayed behind\n to plead for peace.\"", "Ravdin shook his head. \"We are not sick.\"\n\n\n \"Then criminals, perhaps? Being punished for rebellious\n plots?\"\n\n\n \"We are not criminals.\"", "Ravdin shook his head. \"Do you mean that the Hunters are\n not men like us?\" he said. \"That's what you're saying, that", "Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice\n seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's\n baritone. \"You are the leader of the Hunters?\"", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. \"I had to\n let you know,\" he said. \"\nThey're coming\n, Nehmon! I saw\n them, hours ago.\"", "The station was completely empty as Ravdin walked down\n the ramp to the shuttles. At the desk he checked in with the" ], [ "\"Lord Nehmon!\"", "running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and\n secrecy.\" He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's\n angrily. \"\nWhy do we run, my lord?", "Nehmon and his people; to them, Nehmon had never existed,\n forgotten as completely as if he had never been. No thoughts\n of the Hunters, either, nor of their unheard-of mercy in leaving", "Nehmon's eyes widened. \"Because we have no choice,\" he\n said. \"We must run or be killed. You know that. You've seen\n the records, you've been taught.\"", "The last overtones of the music broke abruptly, like a glass\n shattered on stone. The room was deathly still. Lord Nehmon", "the city. But he knew instinctively that Lord Nehmon,\n anticipating his return, would not be at the concert.", "\"We are not animals.\" Nehmon's voice cut the air like a\n whiplash.\n\n\n \"But we could fight.\"", "Nehmon sighed, and reached out a hand to the young man.\n \"I'm sorry,\" he said gently. \"It seems logical, but it's false", "The girl rose from her seat. \"Nor have I. Never, not once.\"\n She turned to Lord Nehmon. \"Have\nyou\n?\"\n\n\n \"Never.\" The old man's voice was harsh.", "Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run,\n and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're\n hunting\nus", "In the rounded room of his house, Lord Nehmon dispatched\n the last of his belongings, a few remembrances, nothing more,", "because the space on the ships must take people, not remembrances,\n and he knew that the remembrances would bring only\n pain. All day Nehmon had supervised the loading, the intricate", "Nehmon sighed wearily. \"No one that we know.\" He\n glanced up at the young man. \"Sit down, son, sit down. I—I'll", "have before. After we have worked so hard, accomplished so\n much here, we must burn the city and flee again.\" His voice\n trailed off to silence. He stared at Nehmon, seeking in the old", "Nehmon met her steady eyes, read the strength and determination\n there. He knew, despairingly, what she was thinking—that", "strength and confidence. \"Wish us the best, Nehmon. If a link\n can be forged, we will forge it.\"", "Nehmon's voice broke the silence. \"If you must stay behind,\n then go now. The city will burn an hour after the\n count-down.\"", "Nehmon's face went white. \"You know there is no coming\n back, once you do that. You would never regain your memory.\n You must save it for a last resort.\"", "The scout looked up at Nehmon in desperation. \"But what\n can we do? We have only weeks, maybe days, before they're\n here. We have no time to plan, no time to prepare for them.\n What can we do?\"", "this far, Nehmon. So much work, so much training to reach a\n perfect communal concert. We've had only two hundred years\n here, only\ntwo hundred" ], [ "Ravdin turned away from his bride. \"Tell her,\" he said to\n the old man.\n\n\n Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror.\n \"The Hunters! They've found us?\"", "Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality,\n new hope. \"Ravdin, can't you see?\nThey might have changed.", "Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice\n seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's\n baritone. \"You are the leader of the Hunters?\"", "Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed\n at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to", "Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music\n burst from the sounding-board, odd, wild music, suddenly\n hopeful. \"No,\" he said, \"no, of course not. You know that.\"", "eyes blazing with fear and anger and hatred as he turned on\n Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness\n drowning out the dying strains of the music.", "Ravdin's face flushed hotly. \"Much greater things,\" he\n snapped.", "There was a startled silence. The girl's breath came in a\n gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. \"Ravdin,\"\n she said softly, \"\nhave you ever seen a Hunter\n?\"", "Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the\n utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the", "Ravdin nodded wordlessly.", "only the barest flickering image of her fiery hair. The\n music slowed, singing softly, and Ravdin could see the old\n man waiting in the room. Nehmon rose, his gaunt face and", "and farther from them. It was an ever-widening split as the\n Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's", "Ravdin met him eye for eye. \"I can't say.\"", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "Ravdin shook his head. \"We are not sick.\"\n\n\n \"Then criminals, perhaps? Being punished for rebellious\n plots?\"\n\n\n \"We are not criminals.\"", "With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart\n pounding with excitement. Perhaps, he thought, he was too\n excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling\n from the fearful discovery of his journey.", "of smoothly curving walls and tasteful lines, opening a\n full side to the south to catch the soft sunlight and warm\n breezes. Ravdin strode across the deep carpeting of the terrace.", "Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. \"I had to\n let you know,\" he said. \"\nThey're coming\n, Nehmon! I saw\n them, hours ago.\"", "The day was almost gone as the last ships began to fill.\n Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired." ], [ "have before. After we have worked so hard, accomplished so\n much here, we must burn the city and flee again.\" His voice\n trailed off to silence. He stared at Nehmon, seeking in the old", "\"You'll have to go soon,\" he said. \"The city will be burned,\n of course, as always. You'll be left with food, and with weapons", "And now, he knew, he would soon see his beloved city burning\n once again, turning to flames and ashes in a heart-breaking\n memorial to the age-old fear of his people.", "Nehmon's voice broke the silence. \"If you must stay behind,\n then go now. The city will burn an hour after the\n count-down.\"", "The city burned. Purple spumes of flame shot high into the\n air, throwing a ghastly light on the frightened Jungle-land.", "their eyes. The flames shot high, carrying with them the last\n remnants of the city which had stood proud and tall an hour\n before. Then a silence fell, deathly, like the lifeless silence of", "Spires of flame seemed to be seeking the stars with their fingers\n as the plastic walls and streets of the city hissed and shriveled,\n blackening, bubbling into a vanishing memory before", "Nehmon's eyes widened. \"Because we have no choice,\" he\n said. \"We must run or be killed. You know that. You've seen\n the records, you've been taught.\"", "in the gathering twilight. Soon the last families would have\n taken their refuge in the ships, waiting for Nehmon to trigger\n the fire bombs to ignite the beautiful city after the ships", "He turned to the guards, wildly, his hands still trembling.\n \"Take them out! Whip them, burn them, do anything! But", "rising with each question they would not answer until their\n throats were scorched and they could no longer scream. Finally\n they reached the limit they could endure, and muttered", "because the space on the ships must take people, not remembrances,\n and he knew that the remembrances would bring only\n pain. All day Nehmon had supervised the loading, the intricate", "\"Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals,\n and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight\n like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight.\"", "running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and\n secrecy.\" He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's\n angrily. \"\nWhy do we run, my lord?", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "next. And that will be the end of everything for us, unless we\n fight them.\" He paused, watching the last groups dispersing on\n the street below. \"If we only knew, for certain, what we were", "The bright street below the oval window was empty and\n quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out\n in bitter silence. \"Yes, we can run away. Just as we always", "only the scorched circle of land for the jungle to reclaim,\n so that no eyes, not even the sharpest, would ever know how\n long they had stayed, nor where they might have gone.", "At the edge of the Jungle-land a great beast stood with\n green-gleaming eyes, licking his fanged jaws as he watched the\n glowing city, sensing somehow that the mystifying circle of", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the" ], [ "together the hoarse words that could deliver them. Not words\n that Frankle could hear, but words to bring deliverance, to\n blank out their minds like a wet sponge over slate. The hypnotic", "Frankle sat down slowly. \"No doubt,\" he said. \"Now understand\n me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly", "\"For peace?\" Frankle stared in disbelief. Then he shrugged,\n his face tired. \"I might have known. Peace! Where have your\n people gone?\"", "Frankle stared in contempt at the fair-skinned captives, fixing\n his eyes on them for a long moment. Finally he said,\n \"Well?\"", "Frankle regarded him sourly, without replying. His thin\n face was swarthy, his short-cut gray hair matching the cold", "The leader of the Hunters looked up from his desk as they\n were thrust into his cabin. Frankle's face was a graven mask", "Frankle scowled. He knew about the magic of this music,\n he had heard of the witchcraft these weak chicken-people", "Frankle's eyes were on hers, fascinated. Slowly, with a\n graceful movement, she drew the gleaming thought-sensitive", "did not even know that in the departing ships a seed had been\n planted. For Frankle\nhad\nheard the music. He had grasped the", "Frankle heard the music, and could not comprehend, for\n his mind could not grasp the meaning, the true overtones of", "rose. Frankle felt his mind groping toward the music, trying\n desperately to reach into the heart of it, to become part of it.", "key clicked into the lock of their minds; their screams\n died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly\n what they had done, a technique of memory obliteration", "Frankle snorted. \"You came to us in war, once, long ago.\n Now you want peace. What would you do, clasp us to your\n bosom, smother us in your idiotic music? Or have you gone on\n to greater things?\"", "from it, blossoming in the silence. Frankle tensed, a chill running\n up his spine, his eyes drawn back to the gleaming jewel.\n Suddenly, the music filled the room, rising sweetly like an", "The room was silent. Finally the aged leader stood up,\n wearily, some fraction of his six hundred years of life showing", "concept of such horror, such relentless, racking pain. The\n blazing lights, the questions screaming in their ears, Frankle's\n vicious eyes burning in frustration, and their own screams,", "as he searched their faces dispassionately. The captives were\n pale and seemed to cringe from the pale interrogation light.\n \"Chickens!\" the Hunter snorted. \"We have been hunting down", "\"You've studied the basic tongues, haven't you?\" Frankle's\n voice was as cold as his eyes.\n\n\n \"Of course, sir, but this is so different.\"", "Her smile was like sweet wine, a smile that worked into the\n Hunter's mind like a gentle, lazy drug. \"But who is to permit\n or forbid? After all, you are the leader here, and forbidden\n pleasures are all the sweeter.\"", "known and dreaded for so many thousands of years that\n history could not remember. As his captives stood mindless\n before him, he let out one hoarse, agonized scream of frustration\n and defeat." ], [ "Ravdin turned away from his bride. \"Tell her,\" he said to\n the old man.\n\n\n Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror.\n \"The Hunters! They've found us?\"", "Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality,\n new hope. \"Ravdin, can't you see?\nThey might have changed.", "Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed\n at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the", "Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music\n burst from the sounding-board, odd, wild music, suddenly\n hopeful. \"No,\" he said, \"no, of course not. You know that.\"", "Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice\n seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's\n baritone. \"You are the leader of the Hunters?\"", "eyes blazing with fear and anger and hatred as he turned on\n Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness\n drowning out the dying strains of the music.", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "\"Not what I've been thinking.\" Ravdin sat down, clasping\n his hands in excitement. \"The Hunters come and we run away,", "\"There is no mystery,\" Ravdin said softly. \"We stayed behind\n to plead for peace.\"", "Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. \"I had to\n let you know,\" he said. \"\nThey're coming\n, Nehmon! I saw\n them, hours ago.\"", "The bright street below the oval window was empty and\n quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out\n in bitter silence. \"Yes, we can run away. Just as we always", "Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the\n utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the", "With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart\n pounding with excitement. Perhaps, he thought, he was too\n excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling\n from the fearful discovery of his journey.", "\"The concert's over!\" Ravdin walked to the window, feeling\n a chill pass through him. \"So soon, I wonder why?\" Eagerly", "Ravdin's face flushed hotly. \"Much greater things,\" he\n snapped.", "There was a startled silence. The girl's breath came in a\n gasp and her eyes widened as his words sank home. \"Ravdin,\"\n she said softly, \"\nhave you ever seen a Hunter\n?\"", "at ready. Ravdin and Dana were seized and led to the\n flagship.", "The day was almost gone as the last ships began to fill.\n Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired.", "\"Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run\n away.\" Ravdin stared at the old man, his eyes suddenly bright.\n \"Nehmon, when I saw those ships I began thinking.\"" ], [ "Sometime our people must contact them, find the link that\n was once between us, and forge it strong again. We could do\n it, Dana and I.\"", "They never knew that the link had been forged.", "He stared at her. \"They keep coming. They keep searching\n for us. What more proof do you need?\"", "The Hunter laughed. \"Let's be precise, you don't\nchoose\nto\n say, just now. But perhaps very soon you will wish with all\n your heart to tell me.\"", "The older man's breath cut off sharply, and there was real\n alarm in his eyes. \"You're right,\" he said softly. \"Six months", "\"", "key clicked into the lock of their minds; their screams\n died in their brains. Frankle stared at them, and knew instantly\n what they had done, a technique of memory obliteration", "\"But this is different music.\" Dana's eyes widened, and she\n threw an excited glance at her husband. \"Our music is beautiful,\n wonderful to hear. If you could only hear it—\"", "together the hoarse words that could deliver them. Not words\n that Frankle could hear, but words to bring deliverance, to\n blank out their minds like a wet sponge over slate. The hypnotic", "The concert, of course. Everyone would be at the concert\n tonight, and even from two miles away, the beauty of\n four hundred perfectly harmonized voices was carried on", "or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your\n tongues. A civil tongue answers questions with the right answers.\n That is my definition of a civil tongue.\" He sat back", "\"No, no. The Warp is a wonderful thing. With it I could\n come and go in the twinkling of an eye. But I could see them\n in the twinkling of an eye.\"", "so long, but at last we've come so close to the ultimate goal.\"\n He gestured toward the thought-sensitive sounding boards lining\n the walls, the panels which had made the dancer-illusion", "because the space on the ships must take people, not remembrances,\n and he knew that the remembrances would bring only\n pain. All day Nehmon had supervised the loading, the intricate", "Frankle sat down slowly. \"No doubt,\" he said. \"Now understand\n me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly", "\"You'd be blind. You wouldn't know, you couldn't have any\n idea what you would find. If you tried to contact them, you\n could be lost completely, tortured, killed. If they haven't", "as he searched their faces dispassionately. The captives were\n pale and seemed to cringe from the pale interrogation light.\n \"Chickens!\" the Hunter snorted. \"We have been hunting down", "next. And that will be the end of everything for us, unless we\n fight them.\" He paused, watching the last groups dispersing on\n the street below. \"If we only knew, for certain, what we were", "Frankle's eyes were on hers, fascinated. Slowly, with a\n graceful movement, she drew the gleaming thought-sensitive", "Blinking dully, the woman crept into the cave after him.\n Three thoughts alone filled their empty minds. Not thoughts of" ], [ "basis of our very existence. Without it we would be\n Hunters, too. If we fight, we are dead even if we live. That's\n why we must run away now, and always. Because we know", "\"", "Only three thoughts filled their minds:\n\n\n It was raining.\n\n\n They were hungry.\n\n\n The Saber-tooth was prowling tonight.", "But strangely enough he did not kill them. He left them\n on a cold stone ledge, blinking dumbly at each other as the", "The concert, of course. Everyone would be at the concert\n tonight, and even from two miles away, the beauty of\n four hundred perfectly harmonized voices was carried on", "\"Animals fight. We do not. We fought once, like animals,\n and now we must run from the Hunters who continue to fight\n like animals. So be it. Let the Hunters fight.\"", "It had been a long and painful night. He had pleaded and\n begged, tried to persuade them that there was no hope, that", "Frankle sat down slowly. \"No doubt,\" he said. \"Now understand\n me clearly. Very soon you will be killed. How quickly", "A song of majesty, and strength, and dignity. A song of\n love, of aspiration, a song of achievement. A song of peoples\n driven by ancient fears across the eons of space, seeking only\n peace, even peace with those who drove them.", "The older man's breath cut off sharply, and there was real\n alarm in his eyes. \"You're right,\" he said softly. \"Six months", "They sat naked, the rain soaking their skin and hair. Then one\n of them grunted, and moved into the dry darkness of the cave.\n Deep within him some instinct spoke, warning him to fear", "The two sat dumbly, shivering. Far in the distance, a beast\n roared against the heavy night, and a light rain began to fall.", "The bright street below the oval window was empty and\n quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out\n in bitter silence. \"Yes, we can run away. Just as we always", "Her hands trembled as she sat down, and there were tears\n in her eyes. \"We came so close tonight, so very close. I\nfelt", "as he searched their faces dispassionately. The captives were\n pale and seemed to cringe from the pale interrogation light.\n \"Chickens!\" the Hunter snorted. \"We have been hunting down", "Dana's voice was sharp. \"We're telling you the truth. We\n want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running", "Dana looked at her husband, and her eyes were proud.\n \"You could forbid us,\" she said, facing the old man. \"But\n you could never stop us.\"", "They had risen together, a common people, their home a single\n planet. And then, the gradual splitting of the nations, his own\n people living in peace, seeking the growth and beauty of the", "or slowly you die will depend largely upon the civility of your\n tongues. A civil tongue answers questions with the right answers.\n That is my definition of a civil tongue.\" He sat back", "logic. The Hunters are men just like you and me. Their lives\n are different, their culture is different, but they are men. And\n human life is sacred, to us, above all else. This is the fundamental" ], [ "\"There is no mystery,\" Ravdin said softly. \"We stayed behind\n to plead for peace.\"", "Ravdin turned away from his bride. \"Tell her,\" he said to\n the old man.\n\n\n Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror.\n \"The Hunters! They've found us?\"", "Ravdin and Dana stood there, trancelike, staring transfixed\n at the gleaming center of light, forcing their joined minds to", "The day was almost gone as the last ships began to fill.\n Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired.", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the", "Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality,\n new hope. \"Ravdin, can't you see?\nThey might have changed.", "\"Not what I've been thinking.\" Ravdin sat down, clasping\n his hands in excitement. \"The Hunters come and we run away,", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "Ravdin glanced briefly at Dana's white face. His voice\n seemed weak and high-pitched in comparison to the Hunter's\n baritone. \"You are the leader of the Hunters?\"", "Ravdin shook his head. \"We are not sick.\"\n\n\n \"Then criminals, perhaps? Being punished for rebellious\n plots?\"\n\n\n \"We are not criminals.\"", "\"Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run\n away.\" Ravdin stared at the old man, his eyes suddenly bright.\n \"Nehmon, when I saw those ships I began thinking.\"", "Ravdin stared at her, and felt a chill of excitement. Music\n burst from the sounding-board, odd, wild music, suddenly\n hopeful. \"No,\" he said, \"no, of course not. You know that.\"", "at ready. Ravdin and Dana were seized and led to the\n flagship.", "The bright street below the oval window was empty and\n quiet. Not a breath of air stirred in the city. Ravdin stared out\n in bitter silence. \"Yes, we can run away. Just as we always", "Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. \"I had to\n let you know,\" he said. \"\nThey're coming\n, Nehmon! I saw\n them, hours ago.\"", "eyes blazing with fear and anger and hatred as he turned on\n Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness\n drowning out the dying strains of the music.", "Ravdin felt the desolation in the people's minds, saw the\n utter hopelessness in the old man's face, and suddenly felt the", "Ravdin's eyes were bright. \"Yes, we flee, we cringe, we hide\n under stones, we break up our lives and uproot our families,", "and farther from them. It was an ever-widening split as the\n Hunters sneered and ridiculed, and then grew to hate Ravdin's", "With a sigh, Ravdin eased himself out of the seat, his heart\n pounding with excitement. Perhaps, he thought, he was too\n excited, too eager to be home, for his mind was still reeling\n from the fearful discovery of his journey." ], [ "Nehmon's eyes widened. \"Because we have no choice,\" he\n said. \"We must run or be killed. You know that. You've seen\n the records, you've been taught.\"", "\"Yet now the Hunters come again, and again we must run\n away.\" Ravdin stared at the old man, his eyes suddenly bright.\n \"Nehmon, when I saw those ships I began thinking.\"", "Ravdin turned away from his bride. \"Tell her,\" he said to\n the old man.\n\n\n Dana looked at them, her gray eyes widening in horror.\n \"The Hunters! They've found us?\"", "Ravdin's throat tightened as he tried to smile. \"I had to\n let you know,\" he said. \"\nThey're coming\n, Nehmon! I saw\n them, hours ago.\"", "The day was almost gone as the last ships began to fill.\n Nehmon turned to Ravdin and Dana, his face lined and tired.", "\"But she's right all the same,\" Ravdin said softly. \"You're\n wrong, my lord. We can't continue this way if we're to survive.", "\"Not what I've been thinking.\" Ravdin sat down, clasping\n his hands in excitement. \"The Hunters come and we run away,", "Nehmon's voice broke the silence. \"If you must stay behind,\n then go now. The city will burn an hour after the\n count-down.\"", "have before. After we have worked so hard, accomplished so\n much here, we must burn the city and flee again.\" His voice\n trailed off to silence. He stared at Nehmon, seeking in the old", "Ravdin nodded. \"That's the trouble. They come closer every\n time. This time they will catch us. Or the next time, or the", "\"There is no mystery,\" Ravdin said softly. \"We stayed behind\n to plead for peace.\"", "Dana's voice was sharp. \"We're telling you the truth. We\n want peace, nothing more. This constant hunting and running", "Nehmon. Think about that for a moment. We run, and we run,\n and we run. From what? We run from the Hunters. They're\n hunting\nus", "Dana's face glowed with excitement, alive with new vitality,\n new hope. \"Ravdin, can't you see?\nThey might have changed.", "running like frightened animals in the shadows of night and\n secrecy.\" He gulped a breath, and his eyes sought Nehmon's\n angrily. \"\nWhy do we run, my lord?", "Nehmon's face went white. \"You know there is no coming\n back, once you do that. You would never regain your memory.\n You must save it for a last resort.\"", "Nehmon met her steady eyes, read the strength and determination\n there. He knew, despairingly, what she was thinking—that", "eyes blazing with fear and anger and hatred as he turned on\n Ravdin and Dana. His voice was a raging storm of bitterness\n drowning out the dying strains of the music.", "only the barest flickering image of her fiery hair. The\n music slowed, singing softly, and Ravdin could see the old\n man waiting in the room. Nehmon rose, his gaunt face and", "Ravdin's eyes were bright. \"Yes, we flee, we cringe, we hide\n under stones, we break up our lives and uproot our families," ] ]

[ "Who did Kinton want to land on Tepokt?", "Which of the following are most true about how the Tepoktans regard Kinton?", "How did Kinton survive his crash onto Tepokt?", "Why does Kinton struggle with his choice about Al Birken's fate?", "How do the first two lines connect with the rest of the story?", "What do the Tepoktan scientists want to do with Kinton after he dies?", "How can the quoted Tepoktan proverb apply to the story?", "Why are the Tepoktans so interested in space travel?", "What would have most likely happened if Kinton had let Birken take the spaceship?" ]

[ [ "A woman", "Anyone", "A man", "Birken" ], [ "They are afraid of him.", "They treat him like one of their own.", "They treat him with respect.", "They treat him like an alien." ], [ "He is a great pilot.", "He had an extra strong spaceship.", "He followed a specific path.", "He got lucky." ], [ "He is lonely without another human around.", "He does not struggle with him choice.", "He thinks Al could possibly help him get off the Tepokt.", "He likes Al." ], [ "Birken feels the bitterness of respect and justice.", "The lines do not connect to the rest of the story.", "Kinton feels the bitterness of respect and justice.", "No more Terrans land on Tepokt." ], [ "They want to bury him.", "We do not know what they want to do.", "They want to honor him with a grand funeral.", "They want to dissect his body." ], [ "It does not apply to the story.", "It only applies to the Dome of Eyes.", "It can apply to Kinton's fame and loneliness.", "It can apply to Birken's choices." ], [ "They do not know anything about the stars.", "They want to leave their planet.", "They are interested in what they cannot do.", "They are not interested in space travel." ], [ "Klaft would have shot it down with a rocket.", "Birken would have decided to stay with Kinton.", "Birken would have escaped.", "Birken would have crashed into the Dome of Eyes." ] ]

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[ [ "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "Kinton smiled wrily, and ran\n a wrinkled hand through his\n graying hair. In the clicking Tepoktan\n speech, his name came\n out more like \"Chortch.\"", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "Kinton smiled at his aide's\n earnest concern. Then he turned\n to look out the window as he recalled\n the shadow that underlay", "Kinton growled a Tepoktan expression\n the meaning of which\n he had deduced after hearing it\n used by the dam workers.", "For the next three weeks, Kinton\n flew back and forth from his\n own town nearly every day. He\n felt that he should not neglect", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "The other eyed him for a few\n seconds before dropping his\n gaze. Kinton was struck with\n sudden doubt. The outposts of", "question.\nBefore Kinton had formed his\n answer, the golden curtains at\n the rear of the austerely simple\n chamber parted. Klaft, the Tepoktan", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "By the time Kinton's aging\n muscles obeyed his impulse to\n sidestep, the spear had already\n hurtled past. It had missed him\n by an error of over six feet.", "The pilot headed the craft\n back toward Kinton's town in\n the brightening sky of early day.\n Long before the buildings of\n Kinton's institute came into\n view, they received a radio message\n about Birken.", "\"Never mind landing at the\n town!\" snapped Kinton. \"Go directly\n out to the ship!\"", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or" ], [ "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "Kinton smiled wrily, and ran\n a wrinkled hand through his\n graying hair. In the clicking Tepoktan\n speech, his name came\n out more like \"Chortch.\"", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "Kinton growled a Tepoktan expression\n the meaning of which\n he had deduced after hearing it\n used by the dam workers.", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "question.\nBefore Kinton had formed his\n answer, the golden curtains at\n the rear of the austerely simple\n chamber parted. Klaft, the Tepoktan", "unable to offer the Tepoktans any\n new ideas. In one or two ways,\n he believed, no Terran could\n teach their experts anything.", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "The other eyed him for a few\n seconds before dropping his\n gaze. Kinton was struck with\n sudden doubt. The outposts of", "He glanced back at the Tepoktans\n beside the helicopter, Klaft,\n the pilot, the officer, the constable\n with the rocket weapon.\n\n\n They stood quietly, looking\n back at him.", "Kinton smiled at his aide's\n earnest concern. Then he turned\n to look out the window as he recalled\n the shadow that underlay", "Kinton made the accepted gesture\n of greeting with one hand\n and said, \"You seem to have\n treated him very expertly.\"\n\n\n Chuxolkhee ruffled the scales\n around his neck with pleasure.", "\"As I believe I mentioned in\n some of my recorded lectures,\"\n Kinton answered in their language,\n [103]" ], [ "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "\"Thrown across the controls\n after his belt broke loose?\" Kinton\n guessed.\n\n\n \"I bow to your wisdom,\n George,\" said the plump Tepoktan\n doctor who appeared to be\n in charge.", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "Kinton smiled wrily, and ran\n a wrinkled hand through his\n graying hair. In the clicking Tepoktan\n speech, his name came\n out more like \"Chortch.\"", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "By the time Kinton's aging\n muscles obeyed his impulse to\n sidestep, the spear had already\n hurtled past. It had missed him\n by an error of over six feet.", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "belt and down to the surface of\n Tepokt, leaving him the only survivor.\n Barred off as they were\n from venturing into space, the", "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "They climbed back into the\n cabin and Klaft gave brisk orders\n to the lean young pilot. A\n moment later, Kinton saw the\n ground outside drop away.", "members of the delegation so\n that Kinton was able to learn a\n few facts about the new arrival.\n The crash had been several hundred\n miles away, but someone", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "Kinton growled a Tepoktan expression\n the meaning of which\n he had deduced after hearing it\n used by the dam workers.", "Kinton smiled at his aide's\n earnest concern. Then he turned\n to look out the window as he recalled\n the shadow that underlay", "break out into interplanetary\n space. Kinton had been inexplicably\n lucky to have reached the\n surface even in a battered hulk." ], [ "\"Birken!\" shouted Kinton.\n \"Where do you think you're going?\"", "Kinton had stepped forward\n six or eight paces, irritated despite\n his anxiety at the way Birken\n persisted in drifting before\n him.", "plain on Kinton's face. \"In other\n words, criminals. You suspect\n this Albirken is such a one,\n George?\"", "He wondered what to do. He\n had no actual faith in the idea\n that Birken was delirious, or acting\n under any influence but that\n of a criminally self-centered nature.", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "as he realized that keeping Birken\n here would also expose a\n highly cultured people to an unscrupulous\n criminal who had already\n committed murder the very", "The other eyed him for a few\n seconds before dropping his\n gaze. Kinton was struck with\n sudden doubt. The outposts of", "\"A little over,\" confirmed Kinton.\n \"It's extremely unusual that\n anything gets through to the\n surface, let alone a spaceship.\n What happened to you?\"\nBirken's stare was suspicious.", "\"Birken!\" he shouted. \"For\n the last time! Do you want me\n to send them to drag you back\n here?\"", "Kinton smiled at his aide's\n earnest concern. Then he turned\n to look out the window as he recalled\n the shadow that underlay", "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "\"Not\ntheir\nparty,\" he muttered.\n He turned again to Birken,\n who still retreated toward the", "As they passed the man below,\n Birken looked up. He continued\n to limp along at a brisk\n pace with the aid of what looked\n like a short spear.\n\n\n \"Go down!\" Kinton ordered.", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "The pilot headed the craft\n back toward Kinton's town in\n the brightening sky of early day.\n Long before the buildings of\n Kinton's institute came into\n view, they received a radio message\n about Birken.", "He shook his head dazedly,\n tried to sit up, and subsided with\n a groan.\nWhy, he looked scared when\n he saw me\n, thought Kinton.", "About himself, he was remarkably\n reticent. Kinton worried\n about this.", "Even if they had been aroused\n to a rage by the killing, Kinton\n told himself, he would not have\n been concerned about himself. He", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"" ], [ "\"It's just that now I'm lonely\n ... again,\" he said.\nTranscriber's Note:", "He whirled to run toward the\n helicopter. Hardly had he taken\n two steps, however, when he saw\n startled changes in the carefully", "\"But George! It was enough\n that they were present when you\n received the news. They can talk\n about that the rest of their lives!\n You must not waste your\n strength on these people who\n come out of curiosity.\"", "Kinton smiled at his aide's\n earnest concern. Then he turned\n to look out the window as he recalled\n the shadow that underlay", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "of one does make you think a\n little of an iguana. Rest up, now;\n and I'll come back again when\n you're feeling better.\"", "A man! he thought, then\n curled a lip wrily at the sudden,\n unexpected pang of disappointment.\n Well, he hadn't realized", "\"In the night,\" Klaft hissed\n and clucked, \"when none would\n think to watch him, they tell me\n ... and quite rightly, I think—\"", "One struck the ground beside\n the man just as he set one foot\n on the bottom rung of the ladder,\n and skittered away past one fin", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "\"We, too, have criminals,\" said\n the aide, as gently as was possible\n in his clicking language.\n \"We do not think it necessary\n to grieve for the pain they bring\n upon themselves.\"", "of why there was no use taking\n off in it.\nYet he continued to spend as\n much time as he could visiting\n the other man. Then, as his helicopter", "rather be buried, even if that\n left them with only what he\n could tell them about the human\n body.\nTo help himself forget the", "\"He has been seen on the road\n passing the dam,\" Klaft reported\n soberly after having been called\n to the pilot's compartment. \"He\n stopped to demand fuel from\n some maintenance workers, but\n they had been warned and fled.\"", "\"I understand, George, the\n logic of it,\" said Klaft. \"I meant\n ... it is not my place to say this\n ... but you seem unhappy.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" grunted Kinton\n wrily.", "\"He did not say,\" answered\n Klaft expressionlessly. \"Taking\n them by surprise, he killed two\n of the constables and injured\n the third before fleeing with one\n of their spears.\"", "\"In the night, then, Albirken\n left the chamber in which he lay.\n He can walk some now, you\n know, because of Dr. Chuxolkhee's\n metal pin. He—he stole a\n ground car and is gone.\"", "\"The police will stay until cars\n from town arrive. They are coming\n now,\" said his aide.\nKinton stared at his hands,", "them jokingly that he felt no\n urge to risk a physical encounter\n with his own personal Eye.\nThe helicopter started to descend,\n and Kinton remembered", "The Terran laboriously spelled\n out the message inscribed on the\n limp, satiny paper held before his\n eyes. Then he rose and took one" ], [ "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "of Tepokt. The time\n would come when he would age\n and die. Whose wishes would\n then prevail?", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "\"Thrown across the controls\n after his belt broke loose?\" Kinton\n guessed.\n\n\n \"I bow to your wisdom,\n George,\" said the plump Tepoktan\n doctor who appeared to be\n in charge.", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "Kinton smiled wrily, and ran\n a wrinkled hand through his\n graying hair. In the clicking Tepoktan\n speech, his name came\n out more like \"Chortch.\"", "\"He is dead,\" said Klaft when\n the constable straightened up\n with a curt wave.\n\n\n \"Will ... will you have someone\n see to him, please?\" Kinton\n requested, turning toward the\n helicopter.", "Kinton growled a Tepoktan expression\n the meaning of which\n he had deduced after hearing it\n used by the dam workers.", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or", "question.\nBefore Kinton had formed his\n answer, the golden curtains at\n the rear of the austerely simple\n chamber parted. Klaft, the Tepoktan", "\"The other Terran has gone,\"\n Klaft reported, turning from the\n breathless messenger as Kinton\n followed him from the machine.\n\n\n [109]\n \"Gone? Where did they take\n him?\"", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "chittering crowd around the\n entrance. Within a few minutes,\n Kinton found himself looking\n down at a pallet upon which lay\n another Terran.", "Kinton could not remember\n him, but everyone on the planet\n addressed the Terran by the\n sound they fondly thought to be\n his first name.\n\n\n \"This is Doctor Chuxolkhee,\"\n murmured Klaft." ], [ "\"Glory glitters till it is known\n for a curse,\" he remarked, quoting\n a Tepoktan proverb often applied\n [106]\n by the disgruntled scientists\n to the Dome of Eyes.", "Kinton growled a Tepoktan expression\n the meaning of which\n he had deduced after hearing it\n used by the dam workers.", "of Tepokt. The time\n would come when he would age\n and die. Whose wishes would\n then prevail?", "Kinton smiled wrily, and ran\n a wrinkled hand through his\n graying hair. In the clicking Tepoktan\n speech, his name came\n out more like \"Chortch.\"", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "that the city named in his message\n was only about twenty miles\n from his home. The brief twilight\n of Tepokt was passing by", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "elongated snouts and pointed,\n sharp-toothed jaws. The average\n Tepoktan was slightly under\n Kinton's height of five-feet-ten,", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "\"We, too, have criminals,\" said\n the aide, as gently as was possible\n in his clicking language.\n \"We do not think it necessary\n to grieve for the pain they bring\n upon themselves.\"", "Kinton ran at the Tepoktans,\n brushing aside the concerned\n Klaft. He snatched the heavy\n weapon from the surprised constable.", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"", "The Tepoktan student, whose\n blue robe in George Kinton's\n opinion clashed with the dull", "He turned and raised it to his\n chest. Because of the shortness\n of Tepoktan arms, the launcher\n was constructed so that the butt", "belt and down to the surface of\n Tepokt, leaving him the only survivor.\n Barred off as they were\n from venturing into space, the", "\"Thrown across the controls\n after his belt broke loose?\" Kinton\n guessed.\n\n\n \"I bow to your wisdom,\n George,\" said the plump Tepoktan\n doctor who appeared to be\n in charge.", "unable to offer the Tepoktans any\n new ideas. In one or two ways,\n he believed, no Terran could\n teach their experts anything.", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside." ], [ "highly civilized Tepoktans constantly\n displayed the curiosity of\n dreamers in matters related to\n the universe. Because of the veil\n of meteorites and satellite fragments", "Kinton observed, however,\n that his aide also stared upward\n for a long moment. The Tepoktans\n loved speculating about the", "unable to offer the Tepoktans any\n new ideas. In one or two ways,\n he believed, no Terran could\n teach their experts anything.", "\"I regret I shall have to conclude\n this discussion,\" he announced.\n \"I am informed that\n another ship from space has\n reached the surface of Tepokt.\n My presence is requested in case\n the crew are of my own planet.\"", "belt and down to the surface of\n Tepokt, leaving him the only survivor.\n Barred off as they were\n from venturing into space, the", "\"We do not know if they have\n always been meteorites,\" the\n Tepoktans had told Kinton, \"or", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "For ten years, Kinton had\n failed to work up any strong desire\n to try it. The Tepoktans", "He glanced back at the Tepoktans\n beside the helicopter, Klaft,\n the pilot, the officer, the constable\n with the rocket weapon.\n\n\n They stood quietly, looking\n back at him.", "Why was it one like him who\n got through? he asked himself\n in silent anguish. After ten\n years. The Tepoktans had been\n thinking well of Terrans, but\n now—", "Tepoktan scientists, historians,\n and philosophers had respectfully\n but eagerly gathered every\n crumb of information Kinton\n knowingly had to offer—and", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "In some ways, compared to\n [105]\n those of Terra, the industries of\n Tepokt were underdeveloped. In", "The Dome of Eyes made it almost impossible for\n Terrans to reach the world of Tepokt. For those\n who did land there, there was no returning—only\n the bitterness of respect—and justice!", "of Tepokt. The time\n would come when he would age\n and die. Whose wishes would\n then prevail?", "rather preoccupied manner in\n which some of the Tepoktan scientists\n occasionally eyed him, he\n peered down at the big dam of\n the hydro-electric project being", "Only upon turning around did\n he realize that two armed Tepoktans\n had materialized in time to\n follow Klaft inside.", "\"Yeah. Jet-hoppers spreadin'\n all over the other five. None of\n the land-hungry poops figured a\n way to set down here, though, or\n they'd be creepin' around this\n planet too.\"", "Kinton turned away from the\n window as he caught the glint\n of Tepokt's sun upon the hull of", "\"Why did he say he was traveling\n that way?\" asked Kinton,\n thinking to himself of the spaceship!\n Was the man crazy?" ], [ "To himself, he wished he had\n not told Birken about the spaceship.\n He didn't think the man\n exactly believed his explanation", "\"A little over,\" confirmed Kinton.\n \"It's extremely unusual that\n anything gets through to the\n surface, let alone a spaceship.\n What happened to you?\"\nBirken's stare was suspicious.", "\"Birken!\" shouted Kinton.\n \"Where do you think you're going?\"", "\"No predictable path,\" Klaft\n corrected. \"But what then? We\n would have built you another\n ship, George, for it was you who\n showed us how.\"\n\n\n Kinton flexed his fingers\n slowly.", "\"Why did he say he was traveling\n that way?\" asked Kinton,\n thinking to himself of the spaceship!\n Was the man crazy?", "The pilot headed the craft\n back toward Kinton's town in\n the brightening sky of early day.\n Long before the buildings of\n Kinton's institute came into\n view, they received a radio message\n about Birken.", "In other words, he thought, he\n was responsible for Birken, who\n was a Terran, one of his own", "[113]\n He felt his face flushing with\n sudden anger. Birken was running\n as best he could toward the\n spaceship, and had covered nearly\n half the distance.", "The pilot landed about a hundred\n yards from the spaceship.\n By the time his passengers had\n alighted, however, Birken had\n drawn level with them, about\n fifty feet away.", "Then, abruptly, his lips tightened\n to a thin line. The sights\n steadied on Birken as the latter\n approached the foot of the ladder\n leading to the entrance port\n of the spaceship.", "Later, aboard the jet helicopter\n that was basically like\n those Kinton remembered using\n on Terra twenty light years\n away, he shook his head at\n Klaft's respectful protest.", "\"The other Terran has gone,\"\n Klaft reported, turning from the\n breathless messenger as Kinton\n followed him from the machine.\n\n\n [109]\n \"Gone? Where did they take\n him?\"", "He broke off at the word\n \"spaceship\" but he noticed a reserved\n expression on Klaft's\n pointed face. His aide had probably\n reached a conclusion similar\n to his own.", "break out into interplanetary\n space. Kinton had been inexplicably\n lucky to have reached the\n surface even in a battered hulk.", "Across the hundred-yard space\n streaked four flaring little projectiles.\n Kinton, without exactly\n seeing each, was aware of the\n general lines of flight diverging\n gradually to bracket the figure\n of Birken.", "\"It is not impossible,\" admitted\n Kinton unhappily. \"He will\n tell me little about himself. It\n may be that he was caught in\n Tepokt's gravity while fleeing\n from justice.\"", "after the bone had healed. Meanwhile,\n Birken seemed eager to\n learn all Kinton could tell him\n about the planet, Tepokt.", "\"Wait! Don't you think they\n tried sending unmanned rockets\n up? Every one was struck and\n exploded.\"\n\n\n Birken showed no more change\n of expression than if the other\n had commented on the weather.", "\"Never mind landing at the\n town!\" snapped Kinton. \"Go directly\n out to the ship!\"", "\"He did?\" Kinton had an\n empty feeling in the pit of his\n stomach. \"Is it known where he\n went? I mean ... he has been\n curious to see some of Tepokt.\n Perhaps—\"" ] ]

[ "What did the Ludmilla drop?", "What is the CIA?", "How did the divers find what the object was?", "Who put the bomb on the ship?", "Why did they choose Mr. Braun to make the decision about the object?", "Why is Braun at peace?", "What is the name of the character telling the story?", "Why does Braun sponsor beginning actresses?", "Why didn't the city get evacuated?", "What would have happened if Braun gave a different answer to his big question?" ]

[ [ "Nothing", "An egg", "A live bomb", "A dead bomb" ], [ "We never learn", "A civilian organization in charge of keeping the country safe", "A government agency in charge of keeping the country safe", "A group of people in charge of defusing bombs" ], [ "They didn't find out", "The unscrewed the top", "They used ESP experiments", "They used a Geiger Counter" ], [ "People in Gdynia", "Polish", "Commies", "The CIA" ], [ "He was a good gambler", "He was going to run for Congress", "We do not get a reason", "His family was in the city so it mattered more" ], [ "He saved his family", "He is free to run for Congress", "He finally has a job", "He gets to be valuable and respectable doing what he loves" ], [ "Andy", "Braun", "Clark", "Anderton" ], [ "He wants to have a romantic connection with them.", "His wife likes young talent.", "He believes they will become famous and earn him money.", "He is cursed with a conscience." ], [ "The CIA members disagreed on what to do.", "There was not enough time.", "The chaos could have caused more damage.", "There was no actual danger to civilians." ], [ "The city would be destroyed.", "He would have been out of a new job.", "He would have lost his chance at Congress.", "He would have gotten in trouble for gambling debt." ] ]

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[ [ "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "if I'd let it.\nAll of which had nothing to do\n with why I was prowling around the\nLudmilla\n—or did it? I kept remembering", "\"I see.\" I thought about it a moment.\n \"In other words, you don't\n know whether the\nLudmilla\nreally\n laid an egg or not.\"", "our man in Gdynia that they were\n going to do it, and that the bomb\n would be on board the\nLudmilla\n. As", "\"The automatic compartment bulkheads\n on the\nLudmilla\nwere defective,\"\n he said. \"It seems that this\n egg was buried among a lot of other\n crates in the dump-cell of the\n hold—\"", "count, and I got out the door, fast.\nA reasonable man would have said\n that I found nothing useful on the\nLudmilla\n, except negative information.", "\"That's what I keep trying to explain\n to you, Dr. Harris. We don't\n know what she dropped and we", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "bad week end for the CIA to mix\n into his affairs, but nobody had explained\n that to the master of the\nLudmilla\n.", "She nodded and spoke into the\n mike. \"Monig, unscrew the cap.\"\n\n\n \"Unscrew the cap?\" the audio\n squawked. \"But Dr. Hadamard, if\n that sets it off—\"", "I pointed silently to Joan, who had\n gone back to work the moment the\n introductions were over. She was still\n on the mike to the divers. She was\n saying: \"What does it look like?\"", "Obviously, in a real drop we wouldn't\n have all the time in the world\n to figure out what kind of a thing\n had been dropped. If we had still", "On the day that the Polish freighter\nLudmilla\nlaid an egg in New\n York harbor, Abner Longmans", "I was stunned, and so, I could see,\n were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I\n should have guessed it, but it had\n never occurred to me.\n\n\n \"Ten minutes,\" Cheyney said.", "\"No, not exactly,\" I said. \"The\n enemy's responsible for the drop, all\n right. We got word last month from", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "bearing burst. Words poured out of\n it. \"Now you guys do something, do\n your job like I did mine—get my\n wife and kids out of there—empty", "speed now. A Polish ship has dropped\n something out in the harbor.\n We don't know what it is. It may be\n a hell-bomb, or it may be just somebody's", "\"Well, there was a timer on the\n dump-cell floor, set to drop the egg\n when the ship came up the river.", "decision—except that, since his eyes\n were open, I could see that it was\n directed at me. \"If this was the old\n days,\" he said in an ice-cold voice," ], [ "\"CIA business?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. I didn't know you knew I\n was with CIA.\"", "CIA.\nI buzzed for two staffers, and in\n five minutes got Clark Cheyney and\n Joan Hadamard, CIA's business manager\n and social science division chief", "\"That I can't tell you over the\n phone. But it's the biggest gamble\n there ever was, and I think we need\n an expert. Can you come down to\n CIA's central headquarters right\n away?\"", "\"Right.\" He sounded relieved.\n Official people have a lot of confidence\n in CIA; too much, in my estimation.\n Some day the job will come", "was the Associated Universities\n organization which ran Brookhaven;\n CIA had been started the same way,\n by a loose corporation of universities\n and industries all of which had", "\"A real drop?\" Anderton said.\n \"Are you trying to say that CIA\n staged this? You ought to be shot,\n the whole pack of you!\"", "\"Don't move a man until you get\n a go-ahead from CIA,\" I said. \"For\n all we know now, evacuating the city", "\"Hello, out there in the harbor.\n This is CIA, Harris calling. Come in,\n please.\"\n\n\n \"Monig here,\" the audio said.\nBoink\n...\noing\n,\noing\n...", "surprised with you. I thought CIA\n had all the brains it needed—ain't\n you got machines to tell you answers\n like that?\"", "I had better add here that we\n knew nothing about this until afterward;\n from the point of view of the\n storyteller, an organization like Civilian", "Certainly nobody at CIA so much\n as thought of Braun when the news\n first came through. Harry Anderton,", "Intelligence Associates gets to\n all its facts backwards, entering the\n tale at the pay-off, working back to\n the hook, and winding up with a", "bad week end for the CIA to mix\n into his affairs, but nobody had explained\n that to the master of the\nLudmilla\n.", "fat trend, which ULTIMAC herself\n said wasn't going to be reversed\n within the practicable lifetime of\n CIA.", "the affair, but, of course, Anderton\n had been keeping the wires to\n Washington steaming for an hour before\n that, getting authorization to", "sheaf of background facts to feed\n into the computer for Next Time. It's\n rough on the various people who've\n tried to fictionalize what we do—particularly", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "I looked toward the television\n screen, which now showed an\n amorphous black mass, jutting up\n from a foundation of even deeper\n black. \"Is that operation getting you\n anywhere?\"", "\"You're out of your mind,\" Anderton\n said.\nA decorous knock spared me the\n trouble of having to deny, affirm or", "\"No, not exactly,\" I said. \"The\n enemy's responsible for the drop, all\n right. We got word last month from" ], [ "\"All right, we'll take it,\" I said.\n \"You've got divers down?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, but—\"", "I pointed silently to Joan, who had\n gone back to work the moment the\n introductions were over. She was still\n on the mike to the divers. She was\n saying: \"What does it look like?\"", "Cheyney, looking even more like\n a bulldog than usual, was setting his\n stopwatch by one of the eight clocks\n on ULTIMAC's face. \"Want me to\n take the divers?\" he said.", "that object was a live bomb. We\n asked whether it was a bomb or not.\n You said it was, and you were right.\"", "needed from the tape, and checked\n the line to the divers' barge.", "\"It's just a lump of something,\n Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its\n shape—it's buried too deeply in the\n mud.\"\nCloonk\n...\nOing\n,\noing\n...", "they finally had to warn the public\n that if it found anything funny-looking\n along the shore it shouldn't bang\n said object, or shake it either. We're", "But the fact is that anything I\n found would have been a surprise to\n me; I went down looking for surprises.\n I found nothing but a faint", "\"So we failed the test,\" I said. \"At\n one minute short of the deadline,\n Joan had the divers unscrew the cap.", "we didn't know in detail—after it\n was dropped here. So we had our\n people in Gdynia defuse the thing\n after it was put on board the ship,", "\"Not a thing, Dr. Harris,\" Monig\n said. \"You can't see three inches in\n front of your face down here—it's", "\"The automatic compartment bulkheads\n on the\nLudmilla\nwere defective,\"\n he said. \"It seems that this\n egg was buried among a lot of other\n crates in the dump-cell of the\n hold—\"", "whole posture telegraphed his controlled\n helplessness. Cheyney was\n bent over a seismograph, echo-sounding\n for the egg through the river", ". As\n I say, it was too good an opportunity\n to miss. We wanted to find out just\n how long it would take us to figure\n out the nature of the bomb—which", "speed now. A Polish ship has dropped\n something out in the harbor.\n We don't know what it is. It may be\n a hell-bomb, or it may be just somebody's", "Obviously, in a real drop we wouldn't\n have all the time in the world\n to figure out what kind of a thing\n had been dropped. If we had still", "Remember when the Navy lost a\n barge-load of shells in the harbor,\n back in '52? They scrabbled for them\n for a year and never pulled up a one;", "\"And it's my guess that we're\n never going to get the answer by\n diving for it—not in time, anyhow.", "\"It's a sea lock for getting rid of\n dangerous cargo. The bottom of it\n opens right to Davy Jones. Standard\n fitting for ships carrying explosives,\n radioactives, anything that might act\n up unexpectedly.\"", "too silty. We've bumped into a couple\n of crates, but so far, no egg.\"" ], [ "our man in Gdynia that they were\n going to do it, and that the bomb\n would be on board the\nLudmilla\n. As", "that object was a live bomb. We\n asked whether it was a bomb or not.\n You said it was, and you were right.\"", "wanted it this way.\nI say it's a bomb.\n\"\n He stared at us for a moment more—and\n then, all at once, the Timkin", "we didn't know in detail—after it\n was dropped here. So we had our\n people in Gdynia defuse the thing\n after it was put on board the ship,", "haven't any way of finding out. It\n could be a bomb—it could be anything.\n We're sweating everybody on\n board the ship now, but it's my guess", ". As\n I say, it was too good an opportunity\n to miss. We wanted to find out just\n how long it would take us to figure\n out the nature of the bomb—which", "that. So—is it a bomb or ain't it?\n That's what's up for grabs, right?\"", "Hadamard, it's a bomb, all right.\n But it hasn't got a fuse. Now how\n could they have made a fool mistake\n like that?\"", "speed now. A Polish ship has dropped\n something out in the harbor.\n We don't know what it is. It may be\n a hell-bomb, or it may be just somebody's", "\"Well, there was a timer on the\n dump-cell floor, set to drop the egg\n when the ship came up the river.", "\"No, not exactly,\" I said. \"The\n enemy's responsible for the drop, all\n right. We got word last month from", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "In a real drop that would have resulted\n in a detonation, if the bomb\n was real; we'd never risk it. That\n we did do it in the test was a concession", "She nodded and spoke into the\n mike. \"Monig, unscrew the cap.\"\n\n\n \"Unscrew the cap?\" the audio\n squawked. \"But Dr. Hadamard, if\n that sets it off—\"", "\"A real drop?\" Anderton said.\n \"Are you trying to say that CIA\n staged this? You ought to be shot,\n the whole pack of you!\"", "\"It's a sea lock for getting rid of\n dangerous cargo. The bottom of it\n opens right to Davy Jones. Standard\n fitting for ships carrying explosives,\n radioactives, anything that might act\n up unexpectedly.\"", "\"The automatic compartment bulkheads\n on the\nLudmilla\nwere defective,\"\n he said. \"It seems that this\n egg was buried among a lot of other\n crates in the dump-cell of the\n hold—\"", "\"Let us do the guessing, Monig.\n All right, maybe it's got a clockwork\n fuse that didn't break with the impact.", "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "The atmosphere had changed. Anderton\n was sitting by the big desk,\n clenching his fists and sweating; his" ], [ "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "Braun. One throw of the dice—one\n show-down hand. We've got to have\n an expert call it for us—somebody\n with a record of hits on long shots.", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "\"The paper? Sure, but—\" Then I\n got it. I'd given him my word.\n \"You'll get it,\" I said. \"Thanks, Mr.\n Braun.\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "\"Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard,\n Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton.\n I'll be quick because we need", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure", "Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went\n up. \"Me? Hell, Andy, I don't know\n nothing about things like that. I'm", "\"It was more than a trick,\" Clark\n put in. \"You'll remember we had\n a deadline on the test, Mr. Braun.", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "The expression on Braun's face\n was exactly like the one he had worn\n while he had been searching for his", "that object was a live bomb. We\n asked whether it was a bomb or not.\n You said it was, and you were right.\"" ], [ "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "The expression on Braun's face\n was exactly like the one he had worn\n while he had been searching for his", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "It was, I believe, the sigh of a man\n at peace with himself.\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure", "\"The paper? Sure, but—\" Then I\n got it. I'd given him my word.\n \"You'll get it,\" I said. \"Thanks, Mr.\n Braun.\"", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "twenty years too late. Since I'm mildly\n liberal myself when I'm off duty,\n I hated to think what Braun's career\n might tell me about my own motives,", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"" ], [ "Then his eyes seemed to come back\n to the present. \"All right,\" he said.\n \"I told you the truth, Andy. Remember", "decision—except that, since his eyes\n were open, I could see that it was\n directed at me. \"If this was the old\n days,\" he said in an ice-cold voice,", "I had better add here that we\n knew nothing about this until afterward;\n from the point of view of the\n storyteller, an organization like Civilian", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "It was, I believe, the sigh of a man\n at peace with himself.\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "wanted it this way.\nI say it's a bomb.\n\"\n He stared at us for a moment more—and\n then, all at once, the Timkin", "For some reason, he had been amused\n by the brash youngster who'd barged\n in on him and demanded the lowdown,\n and had shown me considerable", "\"You never did send me that paper\n you was going to write,\" he said. His\n voice seemed absolutely unchanged,\n although he was in his seventies now.\n \"You promised you would.\"", "of him fifteen years ago. He came\n forward and held out his hand, while\n the others looked him over frankly.", "\"My kids,\" he whispered. I don't\n think he knew that he was speaking\n aloud. I waited.", "I pointed silently to Joan, who had\n gone back to work the moment the\n introductions were over. She was still\n on the mike to the divers. She was\n saying: \"What does it look like?\"", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "\"My word on it.\"\n\n\n He was silent a moment. Then he\n said, \"Andy, send me your paper.\"", "bearing burst. Words poured out of\n it. \"Now you guys do something, do\n your job like I did mine—get my\n wife and kids out of there—empty", "I was stunned, and so, I could see,\n were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I\n should have guessed it, but it had\n never occurred to me.\n\n\n \"Ten minutes,\" Cheyney said.", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "to the eye, he was already\n there. He was tall and spare,\n and walked perfectly erect, not without\n spring despite his age. His clothing", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "\"It's no good,\" he said. He took\n off the Homburg, took his handkerchief\n from his breast pocket, and\n wiped the hatband. \"I can't do it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"", "He stared at me for a moment, his\n lips thinned. Then he picked up the\n phone again to order Joan's blood" ], [ "beginning actresses, joining\n playwrights' groups—he's the only\n member of Buskin and Brush who's\n never written a play, acted in one, or", "salving it. It's the same way with the\n young actresses. He's not sexually\n interested in them—his type never is,\n because living a rigidly orthodox", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "Braun's aristocratic eyebrows went\n up. \"Me? Hell, Andy, I don't know\n nothing about things like that. I'm", "She had been right; within the\n year, Braun had announced the\n founding of an association for clearing\n the Detroit slum area where he", "formally extinct—although anyone\n who knew the signs could still pick\n up some traces on the docks. In those\n days, Braun had been the business", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "twenty years too late. Since I'm mildly\n liberal myself when I'm off duty,\n I hated to think what Braun's career\n might tell me about my own motives,", "\"Don't you believe it. The symptoms\n are showing all over him. Now\n he's backing Broadway plays, sponsoring", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "Braun. One throw of the dice—one\n show-down hand. We've got to have\n an expert call it for us—somebody\n with a record of hits on long shots.", "\"Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard,\n Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton.\n I'll be quick because we need", "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys" ], [ "failed to establish that when the\n deadline ran out, we would have\n had to allow evacuation of the city,\n with all the attendant risk that that\n was exactly what the enemy wanted", "\"If you'd admitted that earlier,\"\n Anderton said hoarsely, \"we'd have\n half a million people out of the city\n by now. Maybe even a million.\"", "Dr. Harris, we've got to evacuate the\n city first of all! No matter whether\n it's a real egg or not—we can't take\n the chance on it's", "\"Don't move a man until you get\n a go-ahead from CIA,\" I said. \"For\n all we know now, evacuating the city", "\"You can't take such a gamble,\"\n he said grimly. \"There are eight and\n a half million lives riding on it. I\n can't let you do it.\"", "\"You passed your authority to us\n when you hired us,\" I pointed out.\n \"If you want to evacuate without our", "in the city. It ain't only my life, it's\n theirs, too. That's what I care about.\n That's why it's no good. On things", "bottom. If that even had a prayer of\n working, I knew, he'd have had the\n trains of the Hudson & Manhattan\n stopped; their rumbling course", "I had better add here that we\n knew nothing about this until afterward;\n from the point of view of the\n storyteller, an organization like Civilian", "let an opportunity like this slip.\n It was too good a chance for us to\n test how our facilities would stand\n up in a real bomb-drop.\"", ". As\n I say, it was too good an opportunity\n to miss. We wanted to find out just\n how long it would take us to figure\n out the nature of the bomb—which", "least they didn't do a thorough job.\n The\nLudmilla\nbegan to list and the\n captain yelled for help. When the", "bearing burst. Words poured out of\n it. \"Now you guys do something, do\n your job like I did mine—get my\n wife and kids out of there—empty", "In a real drop that would have resulted\n in a detonation, if the bomb\n was real; we'd never risk it. That\n we did do it in the test was a concession", "Not that there was much prospect\n of Washington's doing that. Official\n thinking had been running in the\n other direction for years. The precedent", "thing that bailed us out this time.\n Next time it may save eight million\n lives.\"", "they finally had to warn the public\n that if it found anything funny-looking\n along the shore it shouldn't bang\n said object, or shake it either. We're", "When he did speak at last, what\n he said must have seemed insanely\n irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe\n to Cheyney too. And perhaps it\n meant nothing more to Joan than\n the final clinical note in a case history.", "Anderton's challenge: \"You\n can't take such a gamble. There are\n eight and a half million lives riding\n on it—\" That put it up into Braun's", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred" ], [ "There was quite a long silence. All\n of us, Anderton included, watched\n Braun intently, but his impassive\n face failed to show any trace of how\n his thoughts were running.", "\"And if there ever was such a\n man, Braun is it. That's why I asked\n him to come down here. I want him\n to look at that lump on the screen\n and—play a hunch.\"", "I looked up at Braun. He was\n frightened, and again I was surprised\n without having any right to\n be. I tried to keep at least my voice\n calm.", "Now, at last, Braun wiped his face,\n which was quite gray. \"I told you\n the truth,\" he said grimly. \"My\n hunches don't work on stuff like\n this.\"", "\"Please try it anyhow, Mr. Braun—as\n a favor. It's already too late to\n do it any other way. And if you guess\n wrong, the outcome won't be any\n worse than if you don't try at all.\"", "There was a lag and I turned back\n to Braun. \"As you can see, we're\n stymied. This is a long shot, Mr.", "but people like Braun are\n damned with a conscience, and sooner\n or later they crack trying to appease\n it.\"", "Braun chuckled. \"I still know a\n thing or two,\" he said. \"What's the\n angle?\"", "(\"One-Shot\") Braun was in the city\n going about his normal business,\n which was making another million\n dollars. As we found out later, almost", "\"And that means that you were\n the only person who did come\n through, Mr. Braun. If a real bomb-drop", "I nodded. He closed his eyes. An\n unexpected stab of pure fright went\n down my back. Without the eyes,\n Braun's face was a death mask.", "Hence I was surprised to hear\n somebody on the docks remark that\n Braun was in the city over the week\n end. It would never have occurred", "twenty years too late. Since I'm mildly\n liberal myself when I'm off duty,\n I hated to think what Braun's career\n might tell me about my own motives,", "\"The paper? Sure, but—\" Then I\n got it. I'd given him my word.\n \"You'll get it,\" I said. \"Thanks, Mr.\n Braun.\"", "Droplets of sweat began to form\n along Braun's forehead and his upper\n lip. The handkerchief remained\n crushed in his hand.\n\n\n Anderton said, \"Of all the fool—\"", "The expression on Braun's face\n was exactly like the one he had worn\n while he had been searching for his", "Braun wiped his face. \"No. You\n don't get it. I wish you'd listen to\n me. Look, my wife and my kids are", "nothing else was normal about\n that particular week end for Braun.\n For one thing, he had brought his\n family with him—a complete departure", "\"Hush!\" Joan said quietly.\nSlowly, Braun opened his eyes.\n \"All right,\" he said. \"You guys", "Braun. One throw of the dice—one\n show-down hand. We've got to have\n an expert call it for us—somebody\n with a record of hits on long shots." ] ]

[ "Who first noticed the cars flying into space?", "Why did Solomon send cars into space?", "What is the tone of this story?", "Why did the Russians want to send cars into space?", "How do Solomon's flying cars work?", "Why didn't Solomon destroy the old cars instead?", "What did the matches help Solomon with?", "Did Solomon think he was doing something wrong?", "Why was Solomon walking faster than usual?" ]

[ [ "The pilot of Flight 26", "Russians", "Two boys", "Mt. Palomar" ], [ "He wanted room", "He did it on accident", "He was bored", "He thought it would be fun" ], [ "Humorous", "Serious", "Dramatic", "Suspenseful" ], [ "They didn't want to", "They have strategic value", "To get revenge on the Americans", "To compete with the Americans" ], [ "We never learn", "Combustion", "Pressure", "Hubcaps" ], [ "He liked them too much", "He didn't have the means", "They were worth too much", "He was not allowed" ], [ "Combustion", "Flight", "Control", "Vision" ], [ "Yes, he worried what the Russians would do for the broken satellite.", "No, he figured that everyone else was sending things into space.", "Yes, he new he would get in trouble when the government found out.", "No, he was doing his patriotic duty." ], [ "He was in a hurry", "He was frustrated", "He was excited", "He was nervous" ] ]

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[ [ "Americans have sent up a house.\n Comrades ... an ancient automobile\n is flying toward our space\n machine. Comrades ... it is going\n to—Ah ... the picture is", "returned; this time with three little\n old cars parading proudly across the\n heavens as though they truly belonged\n among the stars.", "were losing rockets and space\n capsules, so a few old cars could get\n lost in the clouds without hurting\n anything.\"", "to send cars into the sky? Everyone\n else was sending things up. Newspapers\n said Russians and Americans\n were racing to send things into the\n air. What had he done that was", "clearly showed an American\n automobile coming toward the\n Russian satellite. Russian astronomers\n ordered to seek other strange\n orbiting devices reported: \"We've", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "move anything up to what astronomers\n now call Solomon's Orbit,\n where at last count, sixteen of the\n seventeen cars are still merrily", "from front to back, while three cars\n full of civilians, by the side of the\n road, watched every move. Finding\n nothing unusual, a patrolman reported", "Two were from fliers. The pilot\n of Flight 26, New York to Los\n Angeles, had two weeks before\n reported a strange object rising", "They all caught the Packard's\n takeoff. Degree lines from the four\n stations around Fullerton were\n crossed on the map long before", "observed cars for weeks. Have been\n exiling technicians and photographers\n to Siberia for making jokes\n of Soviet science. If television\n proves ancient automobiles are", "Number Seven, stationed in the\n Mount Wilson television tower\n parking lot, caught one first. \"Hey\n fellows,\" came his excited voice,", "his fist, gave a quick tug to\n jerk all shingles at the same time,\n and watched in excited satisfaction\n as the old sedan rose in a soft", "on. It's still rising ... leaving\n the atmosphere ... gone. Anyone\n else catch it?\" Negative responses\n came from all but\nSeven\n,", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "the outlet side of the exhaust. The\n resulting automatic power flow\n raised anything they were attached\n to. Solomon couldn't help but\n think, \"The newspapers said scientists", "over Southern California about ten\n the evening of April 3rd. A week\n after this report, a private pilot\n on his way from Las Vegas claimed\n seeing an old car flying over Los", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged\n in Solomon's front yard and\n parked facing the road ready for\n quick departure. Some dozen civilians" ], [ "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "to send cars into the sky? Everyone\n else was sending things up. Newspapers\n said Russians and Americans\n were racing to send things into the\n air. What had he done that was", "move anything up to what astronomers\n now call Solomon's Orbit,\n where at last count, sixteen of the\n seventeen cars are still merrily", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "\"Up there,\" pointed Solomon.\n \"I needed the space. They were too\n good to cut up. No one would buy\n them. So I sent them up. The\n newspapers—\"\n\n\n \"You did what?\"", "faint \"God Bless You,\" Solomon\n pulled the shingles and watched\n its massive hulk rise and disappear\n into orbit with his other orphans.", "were losing rockets and space\n capsules, so a few old cars could get\n lost in the clouds without hurting\n anything.\"", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon\n never worked on Sunday—another\n old car from his back lot\n went silently heavenward with the", "moon shots, rockets and astronauts,\n which started Solomon to thinking;\n \"So, my classics are good only for\n shooting at the moon. This thing", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "the outlet side of the exhaust. The\n resulting automatic power flow\n raised anything they were attached\n to. Solomon couldn't help but\n think, \"The newspapers said scientists", "That night, to take his mind off\n worrisome old cars, Solomon began\n reading the previous Sunday's\n newspaper. There were pictures of", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "observed cars for weeks. Have been\n exiling technicians and photographers\n to Siberia for making jokes\n of Soviet science. If television\n proves ancient automobiles are", "Solomon's Orbit\nThere will, sooner or later, be problems\n\n of \"space junk,\" and the right to dump in space.", "The history of what astronomers\n call Solomon's Orbit had its beginning\n about three months ago.\n Solomon, who couldn't remember", "Americans have sent up a house.\n Comrades ... an ancient automobile\n is flying toward our space\n machine. Comrades ... it is going\n to—Ah ... the picture is" ], [ "off in unison with a strong pull on\n the twine. The tired Essex was\n pretty big, so Solomon waited until\n bedtime before stumbling through", "led the three men into his\n yard. Once inside, and without asking\n permission, they began searching\n like a hungry hound trailing", "Three pair of eyes, one young,\n one old, the other tired, were faced\n by two rows of hulks, proud in the", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "yard. The scent of air-borne dust\n bit his nostrils as he struggled\n to his feet.\nDeep in the woods behind Solomon's\n yard two boys were hunting", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "the wagon's fender. Lying on his\n back, struggling to rise, Solomon\n heard a slight swish as though a\n whirlwind had come through the", "Angeles. His statement was ignored,\n as he was arrested later\n while trying to drink himself silly\n because no one believed his story.", "around Fullerton had acted as\n though the whole town were going\n to pussyfoot away at sundown.\nNine\nwas hidden in a curious farmer's", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "At his age, running was a senseless\n activity, but walking faster\n than usual, Solomon took a direct\n route to his office. From the ceiling", "his first name, was warming tired\n bones in the sun, in front of his\n auto-wrecking yard a mile south of\n Fullerton. Though sitting, he was", "pass close to our wondrous\n machine. Comrades ... Comrades ... turn\n to my channel. It is no\n meteor—it is square. The accursed", "each other, it'll go up in my face.\"\n Scanning the yard he thought of\n fenders, doors, wheels, hub caps\n and ... that was it. A hub cap", "cord. Tired legs failed and Solomon\n slipped backward when the hub\n cap broke free of the tape and sailed\n through the air to clang against", "\"Sure have. Sure have. They're\n in back. Come along. I'll show you\n the short cuts.\" Without waiting", "for a boy, let alone a man. He disappeared\n around a hearse, and surfaced\n on the other side of a convertible,\n leading the boy and his", "back door opened on two acres of\n what Solomon happily agreed was\n the finest junk in all California.\n Fords on the left, Chevys on the", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck" ], [ "to send cars into the sky? Everyone\n else was sending things up. Newspapers\n said Russians and Americans\n were racing to send things into the\n air. What had he done that was", "clearly showed an American\n automobile coming toward the\n Russian satellite. Russian astronomers\n ordered to seek other strange\n orbiting devices reported: \"We've", "The Russians? We're told they're\n still burning their fingers trying\n to orbit a car. They can't figure", "Americans have sent up a house.\n Comrades ... an ancient automobile\n is flying toward our space\n machine. Comrades ... it is going\n to—Ah ... the picture is", "observed cars for weeks. Have been\n exiling technicians and photographers\n to Siberia for making jokes\n of Soviet science. If television\n proves ancient automobiles are", "Moscow reported the conversation,\n verbatim, to prove their space\n vehicle was knocked from the sky\n by a capitalistic plot. Motion pictures", "were losing rockets and space\n capsules, so a few old cars could get\n lost in the clouds without hurting\n anything.\"", "returned; this time with three little\n old cars parading proudly across the\n heavens as though they truly belonged\n among the stars.", "orbiting the world, Americans are\n caught in obvious attempt to ridicule\n our efforts to probe mysteries\n of space.\"\nConfusion was also undermining", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "Ford station wagon. He'd read of\n scientists in block houses when\n they shot rockets and was taking\n no chances. Excitement glistened", "move anything up to what astronomers\n now call Solomon's Orbit,\n where at last count, sixteen of the\n seventeen cars are still merrily", "had no projects involving motor\n vehicles. Central Intelligence swore\n on their classification manual they\n were not dropping junk over Cuba\n in an attempt to hit Castro. Disgusted,", "moon shots, rockets and astronauts,\n which started Solomon to thinking;\n \"So, my classics are good only for\n shooting at the moon. This thing", "laboratory caused astronomers to\n explode angrily. In full glory, the\n photograph showed a tiny image of\n an ancient car. This first development\n only affected two photographers", "almost the people. And see, our\n upper lens shows the dark spot of\n a meteor in space. Comrades, the\n meteor gets larger. It is going to", "circling the earth. As you know,\n one recently hit the Russian television\n satellite.", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "the outlet side of the exhaust. The\n resulting automatic power flow\n raised anything they were attached\n to. Solomon couldn't help but\n think, \"The newspapers said scientists", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving" ], [ "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon\n never worked on Sunday—another\n old car from his back lot\n went silently heavenward with the", "the outlet side of the exhaust. The\n resulting automatic power flow\n raised anything they were attached\n to. Solomon couldn't help but\n think, \"The newspapers said scientists", "mounting flange faced skyward.\n Solomon stopped for a minute\n to worry. \"If it works,\" he\n thought, \"when I get them nearer", "move anything up to what astronomers\n now call Solomon's Orbit,\n where at last count, sixteen of the\n seventeen cars are still merrily", "Solomon told the civilians of\n matching vacuum in intake manifolds\n to pressure from exhaust\n manifolds. A logical way to make", "You've just gotta take a look at\n his old cars, 'cause if you want\n a classic Uncle Solomon would\n make you a good deal, too. I just", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "Once the broken engine was\n blocked upright on the ground,\n Solomon backed his Moreland out\n of the way, carried a tray of tools", "That night, to take his mind off\n worrisome old cars, Solomon began\n reading the previous Sunday's\n newspaper. There were pictures of", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "\"Mr Solomon, Georgie here\n tells me you have some fine old\n cars for sale?\"", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "junk engines were bolted to the\n wheels but this time carburetor\n flanges were covered by wooden\n shingles because Solomon figured" ], [ "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "the old cars, yet not destroy a single\n one. Squatting behind the station\n wagon, to watch the engine, Solomon\n gingerly pulled the twine to", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "You've just gotta take a look at\n his old cars, 'cause if you want\n a classic Uncle Solomon would\n make you a good deal, too. I just", "That night, to take his mind off\n worrisome old cars, Solomon began\n reading the previous Sunday's\n newspaper. There were pictures of", "No matter what beauties they were\n to Solomon's prejudiced eyes; missing\n fenders, rusted body panels,\n broken wheels and rotted woodwork", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "usable parts. Each weekday night—Solomon\n never worked on Sunday—another\n old car from his back lot\n went silently heavenward with the", "back door opened on two acres of\n what Solomon happily agreed was\n the finest junk in all California.\n Fords on the left, Chevys on the", "Once the broken engine was\n blocked upright on the ground,\n Solomon backed his Moreland out\n of the way, carried a tray of tools", "\"Mr Solomon, Georgie here\n tells me you have some fine old\n cars for sale?\"", "Day after day, only a mile from\n Fullerton, Solomon busied himself\n buying wrecked cars and selling", "junk engines were bolted to the\n wheels but this time carburetor\n flanges were covered by wooden\n shingles because Solomon figured", "get rid of old cars no one would\n buy. It hadn't hurt anything, had\n it?\nWell, no, it hadn't. But as you", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "\"Up there,\" pointed Solomon.\n \"I needed the space. They were too\n good to cut up. No one would buy\n them. So I sent them up. The\n newspapers—\"\n\n\n \"You did what?\"", "free of interruption. The engine\n of his elderly Moreland tow-truck\n was brought to life by Solomon\n almost hidden behind the huge\n wooden steering wheel. The truck", "echoed by those of a crestfallen boy.\n Solomon, a figure of lonely dejection\n in the gloom overshadowing his\n unloved old cars, was troubled with", "Quietly a cavalcade formed, converged\n in Solomon's front yard and\n parked facing the road ready for\n quick departure. Some dozen civilians", "he couldn't afford to ruin four salable\n hub caps just to get rid of his\n old sedans. Each shingle was taped\n in place so they could be pulled" ], [ "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "having stumbled once. Only two\n kitchen matches were needed to\n collect the cords from a big Packard,\n handsome in the warmth of a\n moonless summer night. With a", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "lumbered carefully down rows of\n cars to an almost completely\n stripped wreck holding only a\n broken engine. In a few minutes,\n Solomon had the engine waving", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "the dark to the launching pad in\n his yard. Light from kitchen\n matches helped collect the shingle\n cords as he crouched behind the", "His last cup of coffee was almost\n gone as Solomon heard the noise\n of their shoes, followed by knuckles", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "Once the broken engine was\n blocked upright on the ground,\n Solomon backed his Moreland out\n of the way, carried a tray of tools", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the", "yard. The scent of air-borne dust\n bit his nostrils as he struggled\n to his feet.\nDeep in the woods behind Solomon's\n yard two boys were hunting", "trudged back, followed by the\n short civilian and patrolman who\n left their curious searching to follow\n Solomon's lead. When he", "Ford wagon. He held the cords\n in one calloused hand, a burning\n match in the other so he could\n watch the Essex. Solomon tightened" ], [ "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "\"I sent them into the sky,\"\n quavered Solomon. So this is what\n he did wrong. Would they lock\n him up? What would happen to his\n cars? And his business?", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "a fat rabbit. Solomon's eyes, blinking\n in the glare of early morning\n sun, watched invasion of his privacy.\n \"What they want?\" he wondered.", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon", "\"Up there,\" pointed Solomon.\n \"I needed the space. They were too\n good to cut up. No one would buy\n them. So I sent them up. The\n newspapers—\"\n\n\n \"You did what?\"", "Heart heavy with belief in the\n temporary foolishness of age, Solomon\n went to the hub cap, glittering\n the sun where it lit after bouncing", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "That night, to take his mind off\n worrisome old cars, Solomon began\n reading the previous Sunday's\n newspaper. There were pictures of" ], [ "At his age, running was a senseless\n activity, but walking faster\n than usual, Solomon took a direct\n route to his office. From the ceiling", "can imagine, things happened\n rather fast. They let Solomon get\n clean denims and his razor. Then\n without a bye-your-leave, hustled", "at the moon. Let's go.\" Not\n another word did he say. Heading\n back to the car parked outside\n Solomon's office, his footsteps were", "father a chase that was more a\n guided tour of Solomon's yard than\n a short cut. \"Yes, sir, here they\n are,\" announced Solomon over his", "Solomon's old eyes as what blood\n pressure there was rose a point or\n two with happy thoughts. If his\n idea worked, he would be free of", "aid of Solomon's unique combination\n of engine vacuum and exhaust\n pressure. His footsteps were\n light with accomplishment as he\n thought, \"In four more days,", "\"Sure, Son, let's go in and see\n what he's got,\" replied a man's\n voice. As Solomon opened his eyes,", "for a reply, Solomon started, head\n bent, white hair blowing; through\n the office, out the back door and\n down passages hardly wide enough", "His last cup of coffee was almost\n gone as Solomon heard the noise\n of their shoes, followed by knuckles", "Solomon reached his back door.\n By the time bedroom lights were\n out and covers under his bristly\n chin, a task force of quiet men was", "trudged back, followed by the\n short civilian and patrolman who\n left their curious searching to follow\n Solomon's lead. When he", "\"No one,\" quavered Solomon,\n terror gripping his throat with a\n nervous hand. Had he done wrong", "and sellers alike, that he is Solomon's\n nephew. \"The old man had\n to take a trip in a hurry.\" Because\n he knows nothing of the business,", "As Solomon told the people in\n Washington several months later,\n he was only resting his eyes, thinking\n about shop manuals and parts", "City lights, reflected in low\n clouds, brightened the way Solomon\n knew well. He was soon kneeling\n behind the Ford wagon without", "back of Solomon's yard. There,\n three old cars stood in an isolated\n row. \"Solomon, come here a moment,\"\n he shouted. Solomon", "shock of white hair, gave him\n the appearance of a professor on\n sabbatical. Eyes closed, Solomon\n was fondling favorite memories,", "That night was a whirlwind of\n excitement for Solomon. He had\n steak for dinner, then sat back to\n consider future success. Once the", "\"Twenty; but these are all I have\n left,\" Solomon eagerly replied,\n hoping at last he'd a customer for", "Then they wanted to see his cars.\n Through the back door, so he'd\n not have to open the office, Solomon" ] ]

[ "Why was Ronnie hoping that something bad would happen to his father?", "Why was Mom upset and disheveled when Dad came home?", "How had Ronnie learned to read?", "Why would it be needed to memory-wash Ronnie?", "Why is it bad to be considered a Reader?", "Under what circumstances were people allowed to read? ", "Why is it likely that reading was outlawed?", "What made father realize he couldn't memory-wash Ronnie?", "How did Dad realize that Mom could read?", "Why did Ronnie and Mom go to the Davis house after being kicked out?" ]

[ [ "So that his father would not hit Ronnie's mother anymore", "So that his father would not find out that Ronnie was secretly reading", "So that him and his mother could return to reading books with one another", "So that Mr. Davis could move into Ronnie's house" ], [ "She had to tell Dad about Ronnie's mis-behaviour", "She was worried Dad might hit her again", "She had been working at the corporation all day", "She had not finished making dinner for Dad " ], [ "At school from his teacher", "From his friends' father", "From his mother", "He taught himself" ], [ "So that he would learn how to read faster", "So that he would forget how to read", "So that he could continue going to school", "So that he would forget his Dad hitting his Mom" ], [ "Readers were punished by death", "Other people were jealous of Readers", "You could not get a job as a Reader", "Reading was considered outdated and barbaric" ], [ "If they were wealthy enough", "When they reached an old enough age", "Reading religious material was permitted", "If they were employed by the government" ], [ "To save paper for environmental purposes ", "To make the population have a lower intelligence", "To control what content the population was able to consume", "So that readers could retain their power" ], [ "Others would notice and it would hurt Dad's reputation", "Ronnie would just learn to read again", "The technology wouldn't work on someone so young", "Ronnie had already ingrained reading in his memory permanently " ], [ "Mom was able to read the titles and authors of the books", "She was fired from her job for reading", "Dad caught Mom reading in secret", "Mom told him that she could read" ], [ "They needed to hide from the authorities", "They new that they would be able to read at the Davis house", "Mr. Davis had offered Ronnie a place to stay whenever", "Mr. Davis and his son had been evicted and the house was empty" ] ]

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[ [ "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "Dad's voice was knife-sharp and December-cold. Ronnie slipped off the\n hassock as if struck physically by the fury of the voice. He sat\n sprawled on his small posterior, fresh fear etched on his thin features.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "\"A good wife.\" Dad sneered. His face was so ugly that Ronnie looked\n away.", "Ronnie's voice quavered.\n\n\n \"Go on,\" said Dad sternly.", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "To Ronnie, the clock seemed to be saying:\nDaddy's coming, Daddy's coming.", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"Come here, son.\"\n\n\n Ronnie followed and sat on the hassock by Dad's feet." ], [ "Mom's round blue eyes were full of mist and sadness. She hadn't\n bothered to smooth her clipped, creamy-brown hair as she always did\n when Dad was coming home.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "And Dad, handsome in his night-black, skin-tight Pentagon uniform, had\n become a hostile stranger with narrowed eyes of black fire.", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "Mom ran up to Dad. She put her hands on his shoulders. Great sobs burst\n from her shaking body.\n\n\n \"You can't, David! I won't let—\"", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Dad returned to his chair. He buried his face in trembling hands, and\n some of his anger seemed replaced by despair. \"Lord, Edith, I don't\n know what to do.\"", "Mom stepped forward. \"David, you promised you'd be sensible about this.\n You promised you wouldn't get angry.\"\n\n\n Dad grunted. \"All right, son. Go ahead.\"", "Dad's voice was knife-sharp and December-cold. Ronnie slipped off the\n hassock as if struck physically by the fury of the voice. He sat\n sprawled on his small posterior, fresh fear etched on his thin features.", "Dad burst, \"He was doing\nwhat\n?\"\n\n\n More murmuring.\n\n\n \"I can't believe it. You really saw him?... I'll be damned.\"", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "Dad nodded at the clock, and the slow, smouldering anger returned to\n his face. \"It's\nyour", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "\"A good wife.\" Dad sneered. His face was so ugly that Ronnie looked\n away.", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"" ], [ "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "Mom continued, \"I—I learned when I was just a girl. I was young like\n Ronnie. You know how young people are—reckless, eager to do forbidden\n things.\"", "He seized one of the books on the hassock.\n\n\n \"Edith,\" he said crisply, \"just what was Ronnie reading? What's the\n name of this book?\"", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "\"I'm sorry, David. I've never told anyone—not even Ronnie. I haven't\n read a book, haven't even looked at one since we were married. I've\n tried to be a good wife—\"", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Ronnie scowled. \"But if things are written down, someone has to read\n them, don't they?\"", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "Ronnie said, \"He took me to his house. I met his dad. Mr. Davis is lots\n of fun. He has a beard and he paints pictures and he's collected almost\n five hundred books.\"", "\"You've interested Ronnie in old things. To a child in its formative\n years, in a pleasant house, these things symbolize peace and security.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"" ], [ "you see what this means? Ronnie'll have to be memory-washed back to the\n time of birth. He'll have to start life all over again.\"", "treatments. They can do wonderful things now—permi-hypnosis, creations\n of artificial psychic blocks. A memory-wash would mean that Ronnie'd", "\"There's only one solution. We can't destroy two years of Ronnie's\n memory—you said that yourself. So we'll have to take him to a\n psychiatrist or maybe a psychoneurologist. A few short treatments—\"", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"", "complete memory-wash. He'll never know we existed, and he'll never\n bother us again.\"", "He looked up abruptly, as if struck by a chilling new thought. \"You\n can't keep a two-year memory-wash a secret. I never thought of that\n before. Why, that alone would mean the end of my promotions.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"David,\" said Mom, very seriously, almost as if she were praying, \"it\n won't be necessary to have him memory-washed, will it?\"", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "Dad jumped to his feet. \"I hate to say it, Edith, but we've got to put\n this boy in a reformatory. Maybe a good memory-wash will take some of", "you'll have access to some of this information at one time or another.\"\n\"B—but why do these things have to be so secret?\" Ronnie asked.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a" ], [ "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"", "\"Damn it, son, how could you even\nthink\nof being a Reader? You've got", "hire a Reader? People'd say you were a spy or a subversive or that\n you're crazy like old man Davis.\"", "Ronnie shifted uncomfortably on the hassock. \"But can't a Reader get a\n job that's not so important. Like a barber or a plumber or—\"", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "Ronnie scowled. \"But if things are written down, someone has to read\n them, don't they?\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"I'm sorry, David. I've never told anyone—not even Ronnie. I haven't\n read a book, haven't even looked at one since we were married. I've\n tried to be a good wife—\"", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"" ], [ "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "hire a Reader? People'd say you were a spy or a subversive or that\n you're crazy like old man Davis.\"", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "Ronnie scowled. \"But if things are written down, someone has to read\n them, don't they?\"", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"I'm sorry, David. I've never told anyone—not even Ronnie. I haven't\n read a book, haven't even looked at one since we were married. I've\n tried to be a good wife—\"", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"" ], [ "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"", "hire a Reader? People'd say you were a spy or a subversive or that\n you're crazy like old man Davis.\"", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "Ronnie scowled. \"But if things are written down, someone has to read\n them, don't they?\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"Damn it, son, how could you even\nthink\nof being a Reader? You've got" ], [ "\"There's only one solution. We can't destroy two years of Ronnie's\n memory—you said that yourself. So we'll have to take him to a\n psychiatrist or maybe a psychoneurologist. A few short treatments—\"", "treatments. They can do wonderful things now—permi-hypnosis, creations\n of artificial psychic blocks. A memory-wash would mean that Ronnie'd", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "you see what this means? Ronnie'll have to be memory-washed back to the\n time of birth. He'll have to start life all over again.\"", "He looked up abruptly, as if struck by a chilling new thought. \"You\n can't keep a two-year memory-wash a secret. I never thought of that\n before. Why, that alone would mean the end of my promotions.\"", "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Dad's voice was knife-sharp and December-cold. Ronnie slipped off the\n hassock as if struck physically by the fury of the voice. He sat\n sprawled on his small posterior, fresh fear etched on his thin features.", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "Dad jumped to his feet. \"I hate to say it, Edith, but we've got to put\n this boy in a reformatory. Maybe a good memory-wash will take some of", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "Ronnie's voice quavered.\n\n\n \"Go on,\" said Dad sternly." ], [ "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "Mom's round blue eyes were full of mist and sadness. She hadn't\n bothered to smooth her clipped, creamy-brown hair as she always did\n when Dad was coming home.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "Dad burst, \"He was doing\nwhat\n?\"\n\n\n More murmuring.\n\n\n \"I can't believe it. You really saw him?... I'll be damned.\"", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "Mom stepped forward. \"David, you promised you'd be sensible about this.\n You promised you wouldn't get angry.\"\n\n\n Dad grunted. \"All right, son. Go ahead.\"", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "Mom ran up to Dad. She put her hands on his shoulders. Great sobs burst\n from her shaking body.\n\n\n \"You can't, David! I won't let—\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called." ], [ "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Ronnie and Mom stepped inside.", "Dad's fingers tightened on Ronnie's arms. \"Kenny Davis!\" he spat. \"The", "Ronnie said, \"He took me to his house. I met his dad. Mr. Davis is lots\n of fun. He has a beard and he paints pictures and he's collected almost\n five hundred books.\"", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "\"Where will we go, Ronnie? Where, where—\"\n\n\n \"I know a place. Maybe we can stay there—for a little while.\"", "\"Mr. Davis isn't crazy. And he isn't old. He's young, just like you,\n and—\"\n\n\n \"Ronnie!\"", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Ronnie blinked. \"Mr. Davis doesn't work for the gover'ment or for a\n corpor-ation.\"", "At last he said, \"Get out.\"\n\n\n Mom stared blankly.\n\n\n \"Get out. Both of you. You can send for your things later. I never want\n to see either of you again.\"", "Mom continued, \"I—I learned when I was just a girl. I was young like\n Ronnie. You know how young people are—reckless, eager to do forbidden\n things.\"", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"" ] ]

[ "Why was Joey always sitting outside of his trailer?", "Why did Ethel Pond tell Roy to leave Joey alone?", "Why was Charlie not coming home to Joey?", "How was Doc Shull able to acquire a liquor drink?", "Why did Roy not sign on with the commercial fishing companies?", "Why didn't Joey get a new dog when Charlie disappeared?", "Why was Ethel upset at night time after talking with Joey?", "Why was Doc so surprised by the shooting star?", "Why was Joey moving the stars?", "How was Joey able to regain his ability to walk?" ]

[ [ "He was looking for the neighbor, Roy", "He liked to watch the shooting stars", "He was waiting for his mother to come home", "He was waiting for his dog Charlie to come home" ], [ "She did not trust strange men around her son", "Joey's condition required him to be kept in silence", "She had not told Joey that Charlie was gone", "Roy was always asking the Ponds for a drink" ], [ "Charlie had been taken to Michigan by another family", "Charlie was scared away by Joey moving the stars", "Charlie had been taken away by Joey's father", "Charlie had been killed on the highway" ], [ "He had done some migratory crop work", "He had hidden a bottle of gin in the trailer", "He went to the nearby bar", "He had gotten it as a reward for helping Joey" ], [ "They did not pay a high enough percentage", "They only fished for Snapper which was very difficult", "They only worked out of Fort Meyers", "They did not allow him to move around as he pleased" ], [ "Joey refused to believe that Charlie was actually gone", "Joey's mother would not let him get another dog ", "Joey did not like any other dogs that he met", "Joey did not want to get a new dog to honor Charlie" ], [ "Roy and Doc had interrupted her conversation", "She had finally told him that Charlie was gone", "He refused to believe her about Charlie", "She had run out of gin to drink" ], [ "There were never shooting stars in their area", "He had gotten too drunk that night and the bright light startled him", "It was a permanent star that was not supposed to move", "Joey had predicted the shooting star" ], [ "To make a sign to lead Charlie home", "To destroy the Universe out of anger", "To try and change space-time so that Charlie could be resurrected", "To make a portrait of Charlie in his honor" ], [ "His mother got a better job and could afford treatment", "He used his mind so that he could search for Charlie", "He outgrew his congenital issues", "Doc was able to cure his polio" ] ]

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[ [ "parked our trailer at the Twin Palms court. I'd nearly stumbled over\n Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just\n staring ahead of him, waiting.", "Then he'd pedal away, shaking his head. Later on the handyman would\n come around to swap sanitary tanks under the trailers and Joey would", "of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of\n the Twin Palms trailer court and the palmetto flats to the Tampa\n highway beyond. But this time it was pushed back into the shadows away", "His wheelchair was parked as usual on the tired strip of carpet grass\n that separated his mother's trailer from the one Doc Shull and I lived", "I got home a little earlier than usual that night, just before it got\n really dark. Joey was sitting as usual all alone in his wheelchair. In", "mail for the trailer-court tenants. Cloehessey would always make it a\n point to ride back by way of the Pond trailer and Joey would stop him", "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky.", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me.", "He'd been sitting in his wheelchair at the west end of the\n carpet-grass strip, staring out over the palmetto flats toward the", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "But Doc wouldn't argue the point. \"I'm going out for air,\" he said.\n\n\n I trailed along, but we didn't get farther than Joey's wheelchair.", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair,\n waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "\"I'm waiting for Charlie to come home,\" he said, keeping his eyes on\n the highway.\n\n\n Probably I'd have asked who Charlie was but just then the trailer door\n opened behind him and his mother took over." ], [ "Ethel Pond knocked just then, interrupting him. She came in and had a\n beer with us and talked to Doc about his plan for educating Joey at", "not especially interested now in where Ethel and Joey Pond are or how\n they're doing. But there's one thing I'll always wonder about, now\n that there's no way of ever knowing for sure.", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "Ethel Pond told me quick to mind my own business. Doc explained that\n the kid didn't want another mutt because he had what Doc called a\n psychological block.", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "He went on to explain that Ethel hadn't had the heart the night\n before, desperate as she was, to tell the kid the whole truth. She'd", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "There wasn't any Mr. Pond. I guessed there never had been, which would\n explain why Ethel acted so tough and sullen.", "\"No, I didn't batter down the cupboard and help myself,\" he said. \"The\n lady—her name is Mrs. Ethel Pond—gave me the drink. Why else do you\n suppose I'd launder a shirt?\"", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "you've seen yourself—everybody has that's got eyes to see—though\n you never knew what made it. Nobody ever knew that but Joey and Ethel\n Pond and Doc and me.", "The Ponds got used to Doc and me being around, but they never got what\n you'd call intimate. Joey would laugh at some of the droll things Doc", "A little later Ethel came out into the moonlight and shut the trailer\n door behind her. She looked rumpled and beaten, her hair straggling", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "It was hard on Ethel. Sometimes the kid would dream at night that\n Charlie had come home and was scratching at the trailer ramp to be let", "He told me more about our neighbors while we killed the beer. The\n Ponds were permanent residents. The kid—his name was Joey and he was", "in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that\n happened Doc and I could hear Ethel talking to him, low and steady,", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky." ], [ "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "have been with a platoon of Marines. And Charlie, being a one-man dog,\n had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody", "dog isn't coming home. He was run down by a car on the highway while\n Joey was hospitalized with polio.\"", "Then he'd say, \"Not today, Joey,\" or, \"Thought so yesterday, but this\n fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie.\"", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "\"I'm waiting for Charlie to come home,\" he said, keeping his eyes on\n the highway.\n\n\n Probably I'd have asked who Charlie was but just then the trailer door\n opened behind him and his mother took over.", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair,\n waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "I wish I'd asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie\n lost that other eye.", "I knew what he meant and wished I didn't. Ethel had finally told the\n kid that Charlie wasn't coming back, not ever.", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "dog now he'd be giving up more than Charlie. He'd be giving up\n everything that Charlie had meant to him, then there wouldn't be any\n point in living.\"" ], [ "I was on my third beer when Doc Shull rolled in with a big package\n under his arm. Doc was stone sober, which surprised me, and he was hot", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "\"I'm sick of beer, too,\" Doc said. \"I need a real drink.\"\n\n\n I sniffed the air, making a business of it. \"You've had one already.\n Where?\"", "Our trailer was dark inside, which meant first that Doc had probably\n gone out looking for a drink as soon as I left that morning to pick up", "to hooking the big ones, and when the jackpots were running good I\n only worked a day or so a week and spent the rest of the time lying\n around the trailer playing cribbage and drinking beer with Doc Shull.", "That was like Doc. He hadn't touched her bottle though his insides\n were probably snarled up like barbed wire for the want of it. He'd", "\"No, I didn't batter down the cupboard and help myself,\" he said. \"The\n lady—her name is Mrs. Ethel Pond—gave me the drink. Why else do you\n suppose I'd launder a shirt?\"", "Ethel Pond knocked just then, interrupting him. She came in and had a\n beer with us and talked to Doc about his plan for educating Joey at", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "She was right about it being none of my business. I went on into the\n trailer I shared with Doc Shull and left the two of them waiting for\n Charlie together.", "doubted it—and talks like one when he wants to. But Doc's no bum,\n though he's a semi-alcoholic and lets me support him like an invalid", "For a minute I was mad enough to brain Doc Shull if he'd been handy.\n Anybody that would pull a gag like that on a crippled, helpless\n kid....", "Doc got up and stepped into his pants. He padded barefoot across the\n linoleum and poked at the packages on the sink cabinet.", "He'd had a drink, though. I could smell it on him when I shook him\n awake, and it smelled like gin.", "Doc and I looked at each other in the half-dark of our own trailer.\n \"She's done it, Roy,\" Doc said.", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "Usually it was the life of Riley, but somehow it wasn't enough in this\n place. We'd get about half-oiled and work up a promising argument", "Sometimes it's hard to tell when Doc is kidding. He's an educated\n man—used to teach at some Northern college, he said once, and I never", "gamble at that, because Doc has a way with him when he bothers to use\n it; maybe that's why he bums around with me after the commercial", "I sat up and took notice then, partly because the star really had\n stopped instead of burning out the way a falling star seems to do,\n partly because anything that excites Doc Shull that much is something\n to think about." ], [ "way from Tampa down to Fort Myers, not signing on with any of the\n commercial companies because I like to move quick when I get restless.\n I picked the independent deep-water snapper runs mostly, because the", "\"Snapper steak again,\" he complained. \"Roy, I'm sick of fish!\"", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "\"You don't catch sirloins with a hand-line,\" I told him. And because\n I'd never been able to stay sore at him for long I added, \"But we got\n beer. Where's the opener?\"", "We'd hit the Florida west coast too late for the citrus season, so I\n went in for the fishing instead. I worked the fishing boats all the", "\"Roy,\" he said, without taking his eyes off his toes, \"did you know\n that Doc is an awfully wise man?\"\n\n\n I said I'd always thought so, but why?", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky.", "to hooking the big ones, and when the jackpots were running good I\n only worked a day or so a week and spent the rest of the time lying\n around the trailer playing cribbage and drinking beer with Doc Shull.", "\"I can't sleep for thinking about those stars,\" he said, sitting on\n the edge of my bunk. \"Roy, I'm\nscared\n.\"", "Roy. So I'm not going to move any more stars. I'm going to move my\n feet.\"", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "And we did. Doc did, rather, while I was hard at work hauling red\n snappers up from the bottom of the Gulf.", "\"Slow, Roy,\" he said. \"I've got 'most a hundred to go, yet.\"\n\n\n \"Then you're really moving those stars up there?\"", "fishing and migratory crop work, because he's used that charm too\n often in the wrong places.", "Then he'd pedal away, shaking his head. Later on the handyman would\n come around to swap sanitary tanks under the trailers and Joey would", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "The boy wasn't watching the flats tonight, as he usually did. Instead\n he was lying back in his chair with his face turned to the sky,\n staring upward with such absorbed intensity that he didn't even know I\n was there until I spoke.", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"" ], [ "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "have been with a platoon of Marines. And Charlie, being a one-man dog,\n had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody", "\"Charlie was more than just a dog to him,\" Doc said. \"He was a sort of\n symbol because he offered the kid two things that no one else in the", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "dog isn't coming home. He was run down by a car on the highway while\n Joey was hospitalized with polio.\"", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "dog now he'd be giving up more than Charlie. He'd be giving up\n everything that Charlie had meant to him, then there wouldn't be any\n point in living.\"", "Doc frowned at his plate. \"The kid had a dog named Charlie, a big\n shaggy mutt with only one eye and no love for anybody but the boy. The", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "Not that you could blame him for going off his head. It was tough\n enough to be pinned to a wheelchair without being able to wiggle so\n much as a toe. But to lose his dog in the bargain....", "us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair,\n waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across", "I wish I'd asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie\n lost that other eye.", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "Then he'd say, \"Not today, Joey,\" or, \"Thought so yesterday, but this\n fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "The Ponds got used to Doc and me being around, but they never got what\n you'd call intimate. Joey would laugh at some of the droll things Doc" ], [ "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "He went on to explain that Ethel hadn't had the heart the night\n before, desperate as she was, to tell the kid the whole truth. She'd", "It was hard on Ethel. Sometimes the kid would dream at night that\n Charlie had come home and was scratching at the trailer ramp to be let", "in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that\n happened Doc and I could hear Ethel talking to him, low and steady,", "Ethel Pond knocked just then, interrupting him. She came in and had a\n beer with us and talked to Doc about his plan for educating Joey at", "A little later Ethel came out into the moonlight and shut the trailer\n door behind her. She looked rumpled and beaten, her hair straggling", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "Doc and I were turning in around midnight that night when the kid sang\n out next door. We heard Ethel get up and go to him, and we got up too", "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "not especially interested now in where Ethel and Joey Pond are or how\n they're doing. But there's one thing I'll always wonder about, now\n that there's no way of ever knowing for sure.", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me.", "It was about nine o'clock, when Ethel went home to cook supper. Doc\n and I knocked off our cribbage game and went outside with our folding\n chairs to get some air. It was then that the first star moved.", "I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not\n encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. \"Joey's heard everybody", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return." ], [ "It moved all of a sudden, the way any shooting star does, and shot\n across the sky in a curving, blue-white streak of fire. I didn't pay\n much attention, but Doc nearly choked on his beer.", "I sat up and took notice then, partly because the star really had\n stopped instead of burning out the way a falling star seems to do,\n partly because anything that excites Doc Shull that much is something\n to think about.", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "Doc was taking all this so hard—because it was upsetting things he'd\n taken for granted as being facts all his life, like those astronomers", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "\"Moving\nstars\n?\" Doc said when I told him. \"Good Lord, Roy—\"", "\"I'm afraid,\" Doc said, \"because what is happening up there isn't\n right or natural. It just can't be, yet it is.\"", "It was about nine o'clock, when Ethel went home to cook supper. Doc\n and I knocked off our cribbage game and went outside with our folding\n chairs to get some air. It was then that the first star moved.", "\"Not serious, you fool,\" Doc said. \"The\nstar\nSirius—the Dog Star,\n it's called—it moved a good sixty degrees,\nthen stopped dead\n!\"", "stars, Doc, but if he did he could have moved the light along with\n them, couldn't he?\"", "It was so quiet when he paused that I could hear the blood swishing in\n my ears. Finally Doc said, \"Roy, the galaxy we live in is as", "Doc and I went over the news column by column that night and I learned\n more about the stars than I'd learned in a lifetime. Doc, as I've said", "That from Doc was something I'd never expected to hear. It startled me\n wide enough awake to sit up in the dark and listen while he unloaded\n his worries.", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "Ordinarily I wouldn't have argued with Doc on his own ground, but I\n could see he was painting a mental picture of the whole universe\n crashing together like a Fourth of July fireworks display and I was\n afraid to let him go on.", "Doc said, \"There went Altair,\" and his voice sounded like he had just\n run a mile.", "He looked up at me with his small, solemn smile. \"It took me a whole\n day to learn how to move that first star, Roy, but I could do this\n after only a couple of hours. Look....\"", "Doc and I looked at each other in the half-dark of our own trailer.\n \"She's done it, Roy,\" Doc said.", "I was on my third beer when Doc Shull rolled in with a big package\n under his arm. Doc was stone sober, which surprised me, and he was hot" ], [ "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "\"Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it\n ought to be easy to move my own feet,\" Joey said. \"And he's right,", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "He looked up at me with his small, solemn smile. \"It took me a whole\n day to learn how to move that first star, Roy, but I could do this\n after only a couple of hours. Look....\"", "I didn't know what to say to him, thinking maybe I'd better not\n mention the stars. But Joey spoke first.", "\"I'm moving some stars,\" he said softly.\n\n\n I gave it up and went on to my own trailer without asking any more\n fool questions. How can you talk to a kid like that?", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me.", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "\"Slow, Roy,\" he said. \"I've got 'most a hundred to go, yet.\"\n\n\n \"Then you're really moving those stars up there?\"", "Roy. So I'm not going to move any more stars. I'm going to move my\n feet.\"", "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "\"Moving\nstars\n?\" Doc said when I told him. \"Good Lord, Roy—\"", "The stars that had been moved stayed where they were, but the pattern\n they had started was never finished. That unfinished pattern won't", "he'd given up waiting for Charlie. And the quiet way the kid spoke of\n moving the stars around worried me more, because it sounded outright\n crazy.", "It was about nine o'clock, when Ethel went home to cook supper. Doc\n and I knocked off our cribbage game and went outside with our folding\n chairs to get some air. It was then that the first star moved.", "they're blue in the face and they'll never learn who\nput\nthose stars\n there. So how do they know that whoever put them there won't move them" ], [ "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "\"Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it\n ought to be easy to move my own feet,\" Joey said. \"And he's right,", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "time to make them round and strong again. But in a couple of weeks he\n was stumping around on crutches and after that he never went near his\n wheelchair again.", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "I got home a little earlier than usual that night, just before it got\n really dark. Joey was sitting as usual all alone in his wheelchair. In", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "School opened up a whole new world to Joey and he fitted himself into\n the routine as neat as if he'd been doing it all his life. He learned", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd" ] ]

[ "What is the author's general attitude toward the democratic process?", "What does the author see as the most concerning political movement in the current era", "Why does the author believe that radical government movements are taking hold?", "What is meant by the term \"distributed consensus\"?", "What classic issues of the democratic process could blockchain-based voting solve?", "What issues does the Author see with blockchain-based democracy systems?", "What does the author argue as a main barrier to a digital democracy?", "What does the author argue as a solution for solving the issues faced by modern-day democracy?", "What does the author see as an integral aspect of an anarchist viewpoint?" ]

[ [ "They believe it does nothing", "They believe it could make both positive and negative impacts", "They believe it has the power to do great evil", "They believe it has the power to make positive change" ], [ "Networked platform democracy", "Distributed consensus ", "Authoritarian governments ", "Blockchain-based voting" ], [ "Blockchain-based distributed consensus governing processes are too difficult to understand", "Democracy has failed to accurately represent the will of the people in many ways", "The propaganda that people are exposed to on a daily basis is working", "It is a natural function of the evolution of human sociological interaction" ], [ "The system of using electorates to represent the public's vote", "A basic income provided to the public in Cryptocurrency", "A coalition style government that requires cooperation between parties ", "Group decision making done in a non-hierarchical structure" ], [ "Corruption of the physical voting process", "Authoritarian governments holding falsified elections", "Time constraints of the voting public", "Low public engagement in the voting process" ], [ "The blockchain networks are not without their security flaws", "The blockchain frameworks have original owners that could have too much power", "The blockchain process is too confusing for the general public to understand", "All of the other answers are correct" ], [ "Security and encryption issues", "Power consumption and environmental impact", "Technological literacy ", "Ownership of adequate digital devices" ], [ "Embracing blockchain-based voting technology as it is", "Returning to classical methods such as forums and polls", "Creating a brand new framework for collective decision-making", "Educating the public about the political process and its flaws" ], [ "The ability to remove voting members at will", "Lack of state or national delegation", "A desire for a peer to peer networked democracy", "Embracing distributed consensus created by blockchain" ] ]

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It no longer expresses", "who have become disillusioned with democracy that there's more life", "an otherwise conventional political process – working out, for example,", "practice of democracy and much to gain by undermining confidence", "and elsewhere. This is, perhaps, the pre-eminent political story of", "Some voters, either impervious to the lessons of history,", "able to democratise democracy itself, in all sorts of salutary", "ongoing process, and not something that happens in a voting", "expresses the will of the people, if it ever did,", "The idea is that governmental structures at just about", "confidence in it. Other voters have no particular time for", "majoritarian process (many don't like the idea that they need" ], [ "and elsewhere. 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In fact, we find, on looking just a", "We're told that this emerging technology of 'distributed consensus' makes entirely new forms of human association possible; that anyone who wants to will be able to organise themselves into non-hierarchical groups with as much ability to act in the world as any state or corporation.", "They're more about the radical, classically anarchist vision they offer", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "Some voters, either impervious to the lessons of history,", "a political context, and what the same phrase actually denotes", "strong hand. They are perhaps encouraged by authoritarian leaders abroad,", "an otherwise conventional political process – working out, for example,", "These are certainly depressing responses to the situation we", "years. And by framing the practice of active citizenship as", "On closer inspection, this doesn't seem to have much", "who have become disillusioned with democracy that there's more life" ], [ "They're more about the radical, classically anarchist vision they offer", "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "Voting blocks\nEven if your interest in global politics extends no further than an occasional worried glance at the headlines, it will not have escaped your notice that there's something in the air these past few years: a kind of comprehensive, worldwide souring of the possibilities of representative democracy.", "and elsewhere. This is, perhaps, the pre-eminent political story of", "The idea is that governmental structures at just about", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "strong hand. 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Moreover, frameworks based on the blockchain promise to solve a number of long-standing democratic problems.", "Transplanting democracy on to the blockchain is more problematic", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "Voting blocks\nEven if your interest in global politics extends no further than an occasional worried glance at the headlines, it will not have escaped your notice that there's something in the air these past few years: a kind of comprehensive, worldwide souring of the possibilities of representative democracy.", "Let's back up a little. What, exactly, does distributed consensus mean? And what does it have to do with the new forms of democracy that might now be available to us?", "from. We criticise lack of government transparency, yet the blockchain", "platforms like democracy.earth, Ethereum and Backfeed, most often what", "and self-governance based on the blockchain, the technology underlying the", "example, how verified electronic voting might work. But more recent", "Ethereum democracies, too, have something most others do not:", "case in point than Ethereum's own networked democracy, a distributed", "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "exploits. The founders of democracy.earth, for example, would have", "have us believe that the blockchain is 'incorruptible', when,", "a democracy. In fact, we find, on looking just a", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "We're told that this emerging technology of 'distributed consensus' makes entirely new forms of human association possible; that anyone who wants to will be able to organise themselves into non-hierarchical groups with as much ability to act in the world as any state or corporation.", "By the same token, democratic practice is a subtle", "inimical to them. (Our ignorance about how the blockchain actually", "on which any system for networked democracy would need to" ], [ "One of these is communal decision-making, at every level from household to nation. So by extension distributed consensus could be applied to the practice of democracy. Moreover, frameworks based on the blockchain promise to solve a number of long-standing democratic problems.", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "Transplanting democracy on to the blockchain is more problematic", "Let's back up a little. What, exactly, does distributed consensus mean? And what does it have to do with the new forms of democracy that might now be available to us?", "We're told that this emerging technology of 'distributed consensus' makes entirely new forms of human association possible; that anyone who wants to will be able to organise themselves into non-hierarchical groups with as much ability to act in the world as any state or corporation.", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "platforms like democracy.earth, Ethereum and Backfeed, most often what", "from. We criticise lack of government transparency, yet the blockchain", "and self-governance based on the blockchain, the technology underlying the", "Voting blocks\nEven if your interest in global politics extends no further than an occasional worried glance at the headlines, it will not have escaped your notice that there's something in the air these past few years: a kind of comprehensive, worldwide souring of the possibilities of representative democracy.", "But maybe these are errors we can learn from. It's worth asking if some of the things the blockchain-based frameworks promise to do for us might be lifted whole out of the matrix of their origins.", "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "in embracing blockchain-based structures is that we may not actually", "Ethereum democracies, too, have something most others do not:", "case in point than Ethereum's own networked democracy, a distributed", "on which any system for networked democracy would need to", "DAO suggests that blockchain-based protocols are at present no more", "inimical to them. (Our ignorance about how the blockchain actually", "exploits. The founders of democracy.earth, for example, would have", "have us believe that the blockchain is 'incorruptible', when," ], [ "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "One of these is communal decision-making, at every level from household to nation. So by extension distributed consensus could be applied to the practice of democracy. Moreover, frameworks based on the blockchain promise to solve a number of long-standing democratic problems.", "Transplanting democracy on to the blockchain is more problematic", "we organise civic life. Early experiments in digital democracy mostly", "Voting blocks\nEven if your interest in global politics extends no further than an occasional worried glance at the headlines, it will not have escaped your notice that there's something in the air these past few years: a kind of comprehensive, worldwide souring of the possibilities of representative democracy.", "Let's back up a little. What, exactly, does distributed consensus mean? And what does it have to do with the new forms of democracy that might now be available to us?", "There's a long list of benefits that might follow from shifting civic life on to a networked platform.", "a democracy. In fact, we find, on looking just a", "We're told that this emerging technology of 'distributed consensus' makes entirely new forms of human association possible; that anyone who wants to will be able to organise themselves into non-hierarchical groups with as much ability to act in the world as any state or corporation.", "If people could participate in public life from their laptop", "technology are often blind to the digital divide, which prevents", "on which any system for networked democracy would need to", "platforms like democracy.earth, Ethereum and Backfeed, most often what", "Our democracies certainly do seem to be having a", "from. We criticise lack of government transparency, yet the blockchain", "exploits. The founders of democracy.earth, for example, would have", "By the same token, democratic practice is a subtle", "so excites fans of networked democracy – is that it" ], [ "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "One of these is communal decision-making, at every level from household to nation. So by extension distributed consensus could be applied to the practice of democracy. Moreover, frameworks based on the blockchain promise to solve a number of long-standing democratic problems.", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "a democracy. In fact, we find, on looking just a", "Voting blocks\nEven if your interest in global politics extends no further than an occasional worried glance at the headlines, it will not have escaped your notice that there's something in the air these past few years: a kind of comprehensive, worldwide souring of the possibilities of representative democracy.", "Our democracies certainly do seem to be having a", "practice of democracy has failed them. It no longer expresses", "By the same token, democratic practice is a subtle", "Transplanting democracy on to the blockchain is more problematic", "Let's back up a little. What, exactly, does distributed consensus mean? And what does it have to do with the new forms of democracy that might now be available to us?", "able to democratise democracy itself, in all sorts of salutary", "after all – particularly their understanding that democracy is an ongoing", "years. And by framing the practice of active citizenship as", "on which any system for networked democracy would need to", "democracy, not less; and a new kind of democracy at", "who have become disillusioned with democracy that there's more life", "and democracy.earth are founded on, in particular, are difficult to", "exploits. The founders of democracy.earth, for example, would have", "practice of democracy and much to gain by undermining confidence" ], [ "They're more about the radical, classically anarchist vision they offer", "just possibly a functioning anarchy.", "It argues that what we need now is more democracy,", "to see. As each of these groups would be able", "These systems would appear to be applicable to democracy, then. But more than that, they gesture beyond conventional politics, toward something not far off utopian.", "hold, especially the notion of a life in common.", "\"In general, a human organisation can be defined as", "and elsewhere. This is, perhaps, the pre-eminent political story of", "a democracy. In fact, we find, on looking just a", "We're told that this emerging technology of 'distributed consensus' makes entirely new forms of human association possible; that anyone who wants to will be able to organise themselves into non-hierarchical groups with as much ability to act in the world as any state or corporation.", "of the Occupy-style forum, chiefly its requirement that everyone sharing", "The idea is that governmental structures at just about", "understand, but its essence – and the innovation that so", "the past, and every aspect of a community's process of", "wondered whether something which aspired to be a radical new", "And with a similar emphasis on property rights, the discourse", "to a life broadly governed by the principles of the", "Finally, too many of those touting distributed democracy retain", "after all – particularly their understanding that democracy is an ongoing", "way irrational. Yet there's another, more hopeful and interesting way" ] ]

[ "Why is it difficult to appeal to academic writers about OA policies? ", "Why are funding agencies and universities concerned with OA policy?", "Why are there no gold OA mandates?", "Which of the OA mandates gives the author the most control over their work? ", "What is the main difference between funding groups and academic institutions when it comes to OA?", "In which situations does truly unconditional OA policy apply?", "Why are green gratis mandates spreading faster than green libre mandates ", "How does the author suggest that the transition will be made to more liberal OA policies? " ]

[ [ "They are hard to capture the attention of ", "All of the other answers are correct", "They work too hard to be concerned with publishing intricacies ", "They are not a homogenous group " ], [ "They are seeking to limit the power that private publishers have ", "They want to ensure researchers are able to work in the most effective way possible ", "They want to influence the content of the authors’ works ", "They are looking to maximize their profits " ], [ "They would not be effective as they would deter authors from submitting to journals with Gold OA mandates ", "OA mandates have not become popular in the academic field yet ", "They are illegal and no publishers would risk breaking the law ", "They are not needed as most authors only submit work to one journal " ], [ "Libre green mandates ", "Loophole mandates", "Deposit mandates", "Rights-retention mandates " ], [ "Funding groups allow waivers for the authors to not release their work ", "Funding groups only allow Gold OA policies ", "Academic institutions only allow Gold policies ", "Funding groups do not allow waivers for the authors to not release their work " ], [ "When publishing work in a journal ", "When working for a university ", "There are no situations where unconditional OA applies ", "When working in the field of Physics" ], [ "Gold mandates are more popular than libre green mandates ", "University resistance to libre green mandates ", "Author resistance to libre green mandates ", "Publisher resistance to libre green mandates " ], [ "By researchers demanding more OA to further their work ", "By more academic and funding institutions adoptions OA policies", "By education faculty about the benefits of OA policies ", "By more publishers willingly adopting OA policies" ] ]

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[ [ "That’s the main reason why no university policies require OA without qualification. There are a few more. First, as Harvard’s Stuart Shieber frequently argues, even the strongest university policies can’t make tenured faculty comply.", "their OA options. It’s pointless to appeal to them as", "OA “mandates” at universities have been self-imposed by faculty.", "Loophole policies and rights-retention policies both offer opt-outs. But loophole policies give the opt-out to publishers and rights-retention policies give it to authors. The difference is significant because many more authors than publishers want OA for research articles.", "Today, more than fifty funding agencies and more than one hundred universities have adopted strong OA policies. Each one depends on the primacy of author decisions.", "These merely ask faculty to make their work OA, or recommend OA for their new work. Sometimes they’re called resolutions or pledges rather than policies.", "I’ve only tried to give a rough taxonomy of OA policies and their supporting arguments. For detailed recommendations on OA policy provisions, and specific arguments for them, see my 2009 analysis of policy options for funding agencies and universities.", "At universities, there are roughly three approaches to green OA mandates:\nLoophole mandates\nThese require green OA except when the author’s publisher doesn’t allow it.", "One kind of policy, better than nothing, requests or encourages OA. A stronger kind of policy requires OA or makes it the default for new work. These stronger policies are usually called OA\nmandates", "Deposit policies don’t make works OA until publishers allow", "publishers is that OA must be “mandated” because faculty", "Today, a gold OA mandate would limit faculty freedom to", "4.3 Digression on the Historical Timing of OA Policies\nSome kinds of strong OA policy that are politically unattainable or unwise today may become attainable and wise in the future. Here are three examples.", "As researchers become more familiar with OA, as more institutions", "accommodation for publishers. When OA policies are toothless, few in", "I’ve also focused here on OA policies for peer-reviewed", "Finally, the fact that faculty vote unanimously for strong OA", "Second, virtually all publishers accommodate these policies. For example, no", "commonly called OA “mandates.” But all three varieties of university", "OA policies from universities. 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This problem doesn’t arise for green OA mandates.", "Many OA policies are crossbreeds rather than pure types, but all the policies I’ve seen are variations on these four themes.", "mandates\nand I’ll use that term for lack of a better one (but see section 4.2 on how it’s misleading).\nRequest or encouragement policies", "OA “mandates” at universities have been self-imposed by faculty." ], [ "Today, more than fifty funding agencies and more than one hundred universities have adopted strong OA policies. Each one depends on the primacy of author decisions.", "As researchers become more familiar with OA, as more institutions", "4.3 Digression on the Historical Timing of OA Policies\nSome kinds of strong OA policy that are politically unattainable or unwise today may become attainable and wise in the future. Here are three examples.", "Loophole policies and rights-retention policies both offer opt-outs. But loophole policies give the opt-out to publishers and rights-retention policies give it to authors. The difference is significant because many more authors than publishers want OA for research articles.", "One kind of policy, better than nothing, requests or encourages OA. A stronger kind of policy requires OA or makes it the default for new work. These stronger policies are usually called OA\nmandates", "These merely ask faculty to make their work OA, or recommend OA for their new work. Sometimes they’re called resolutions or pledges rather than policies.", "I’ve only tried to give a rough taxonomy of OA policies and their supporting arguments. For detailed recommendations on OA policy provisions, and specific arguments for them, see my 2009 analysis of policy options for funding agencies and universities.", "OA mandate. 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[ "Why were the Grdznth so polite?", "Where are the Grdznth from?", "How do the Grdznth view humans?", "What did the PR men cause?", "Which of the following is the best theme for this story?", "Which of the following best describes Pete?" ]

[ [ "They don't want to upset anyone", "They were afraid of humans", "It is part of their culture", "They need time to pass without causing trouble" ], [ "A different ", "Florida", "A parallel universe", "Another planet" ], [ "Disregard", "Empathy", "Thankful", "Respect" ], [ "The end of the human race", "Empathy for the Grdznth", "A solution to senator Stokes' problem", "All answers are correct" ], [ "Aliens are dangerous", "Public Relations is manipulative", "Don't trust someone just because they're polite", "Ugly things are evil" ], [ "Anxious", "Bold", "Tired", "Confident" ] ]

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[ [ "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "Charlie tipped an imaginary hat toward the Grdznth. \"Spike\n cracked it,\" he said. \"Spike is a sort of Grdznth genius.\" He", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "were\na trifle overbearing in their insufferable\n stubborn politeness—but in a civilized world you just\n couldn't turn expectant mothers out in the rain.", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped\n the seat as the Grdznth breathed at him wetly through damp\n nostrils.", "Grdznth. The coffee pot was floating gently about six feet\n above the desk. So were the Grdznth and Charlie.", "Pete grinned. \"Grdznth in utero. There's something poetic\n about it.\"" ], [ "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "\"Yes, I know. And the Grdznth are getting worse by the\n hour. They're coming through in battalions—a thousand a day!", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "Charlie tipped an imaginary hat toward the Grdznth. \"Spike\n cracked it,\" he said. \"Spike is a sort of Grdznth genius.\" He", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "Grdznth. The coffee pot was floating gently about six feet\n above the desk. So were the Grdznth and Charlie.", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "scientists working with Charlie Karns. Most of the parallels\n are analogous, and we happen to be analogous to the Grdznth,", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "it just doesn't wash. If the Grdznth are so unpopular with the\n masses, why did we let them in here in the first place?\" He", "the Grdznth girls to gestate. But what are we hearing from\n Charlie?\"" ], [ "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "scientists working with Charlie Karns. Most of the parallels\n are analogous, and we happen to be analogous to the Grdznth,", "Charlie tipped an imaginary hat toward the Grdznth. \"Spike\n cracked it,\" he said. \"Spike is a sort of Grdznth genius.\" He", "\"Yes, I know. And the Grdznth are getting worse by the\n hour. They're coming through in battalions—a thousand a day!", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "\"They probably look like salamanders,\" said Pete. \"But tell\n the people anything you want. If we're going to get across the\n sanctity of Grdznth motherhood, my friend, anything goes.\"", "Grdznth. The coffee pot was floating gently about six feet\n above the desk. So were the Grdznth and Charlie.", "curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped\n the seat as the Grdznth breathed at him wetly through damp\n nostrils.", "see any Grdznth babies. It's going to be a little too cold for\n that. The energy factor,\" he mumbled. \"Nobody thought of" ], [ "The lobby of the Public Relations Bureau was swarming like\n an upturned anthill when Pete disembarked from the taxi. He\n could almost smell the desperate tension of the place. He", "In the Public Relations Bureau building, machines worked\n on into the night. As questionnaires came back, spot candid", "\"Indeed,\" said Pete. \"Tommy, how fast can you get a PR-blast\n to penetrate? How much medium do you control?\"\n\n\n \"Plenty,\" Tommy gulped.", "The senator didn't seem to like being forgotten. He walked\n into the office, looked disdainfully at the PR-men, and sank to\n the edge of a chair, leaning on his umbrella.", "Not that he didn't like Tommy. Tommy was a good PR-man,\n as PR-men go. He just didn't know his own depth. PRoblem", "empty. Pete leaned back, grinning to himself as the angry\n rumble rose around him like a wave. He was a Public Relations\n man to the core—but right now he was off duty. He", "\"An assistant on the job,\" Tommy said quickly. \"A very\n excellent PR-man.\"\n\n\n The senator sniffed audibly. \"Full of ideas, no doubt.\"", "The Grdznth sitting on the stool looked regretfully from the\n cosmetician to the Public Relations men. \"I say—I\nam", "advances Earth will have, the wealth, the power. No dice. The\n man on the street reads our PR-blasts, and then looks up to see\n one of the nasty things staring over his shoulder at the newspaper.\"", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Two rows down a small boy let out a muffled howl and\n tried to bury himself in his mother's coat collar. An indignant\n wail arose from the fat lady. Someone behind Pete groaned\n aloud and quickly retired behind a newspaper.", "do\nanything about it. They apologize\n profusely, but they keep coming through.\" The two started\n on for the office. \"Things are getting to the breaking point.", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "in a beady Grdznth eye! What Tommy needed right now was\n a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in\n the Eastbound Rocketjet with a sigh of resignation.", "The fat lady gasped, and an angry murmur ran up and down\n the cabin. \"Sit down,\" Pete said to the creature. \"Relax. Cheerful\n reception these days, eh?\"", "feelings? The blast is washing over them like a wave and there\n they sit!\" He punched the private wire to Analysis for the\n fourth time that morning. He got a man with a hag-ridden look", "The people are wearing thin from sheer annoyance—to say\n nothing of the nightmares the kids are having, and the trouble\n with women fainting.\"", "\"Well, why won't they? The people just didn't trust us, that\n was all. What does the man in the street know about transmatters?\n Nothing. But give him one, and then try to take it\n away.\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "down here. Get a Grdznth obstetrician or two. We're going to\n put together a PR-blast that will twang the people's heart-strings\n like a billion harps.\"" ], [ "\"For them,\" Charlie said.\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from \"Tiger by the Tail and Other Science", "\"Sit down and shut up,\" said Pete. \"If there's one thing the\n man in the street reveres, my friend, it's motherhood. We've", "feelings? The blast is washing over them like a wave and there\n they sit!\" He punched the private wire to Analysis for the\n fourth time that morning. He got a man with a hag-ridden look", "\"We're loaded with it. Super-charged. Packed to the breaking\n point and way beyond.\" Charlie scribbled frantically on", "clicked his talons nervously. \"We haven't much more time, you\n know. Only a few more weeks, a few months at the most. If\n we couldn't have stopped over here, I just don't know", "\"So Earth becomes a glorified incubator.\" Pete got to his\n feet thoughtfully. \"This is all very touching,\" he said, \"but", "do\nanything about it. They apologize\n profusely, but they keep coming through.\" The two started\n on for the office. \"Things are getting to the breaking point.", "\"Don't worry about that,\" said the girl. \"He's growing roots.\n They swept around him last night, and dusted him off this\n morning. His appointment was for\nyesterday\n, remember?\"", "\"Not crazy. Just getting nervous.\" Pete jammed his hands\n into his pockets. \"Do you realize where\nwe're\nstanding in this", "He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. \"Good\n old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a", "getting to first base with Gorgeous over there. This is only one\n thing we've tried,\" he added as they moved on down the corridor.\n \"You should see the field reports. We've tried selling the", "\"It'll sell,\" Pete said. \"The question is: for how long?\"\nThe planning revealed the mark of genius. Nothing", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "it'll make much difference to us.\" Charlie sank slowly down to\n the desk. He wasn't laughing any more. \"We're never going to", "One that will take your constituents by the ears.\" He looked\n at Tommy pityingly. \"You've tried to make them lovable, but\n they aren't lovable. They aren't even passably attractive.", "telling me. Mean temperature in only 39 below zero, lots of\n good clean snow, thousands of nice jagged mountain peaks.\n A lovely place, really. Just a little too cold for Grdznth. They", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "Two rows down a small boy let out a muffled howl and\n tried to bury himself in his mother's coat collar. An indignant\n wail arose from the fat lady. Someone behind Pete groaned\n aloud and quickly retired behind a newspaper.", "\"Not at all.\" Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a\n distance the huge beast had looked like a nightmare combination", "\"Tried it. There's nothing jolly about them. They pop out\n of nowhere, anywhere. In church, in bedrooms, in rush-hour\n traffic through Lincoln Tunnel—look!\"" ], [ "He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. \"Good\n old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "\"That would never do, of course,\" murmured Pete.\n\n\n The senator gave Pete a cold, clinical look. \"Who is this\n person?\" he asked Tommy.", "\"Not at all.\" Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a\n distance the huge beast had looked like a nightmare combination", "ruddy face was paler, his hair thin and ragged as though\n chunks had been torn out from time to time. He saw Pete\n step off the elevator, and ran forward with open arms. \"I", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "\"Me?\" said Pete. \"I'd never let down a pal.\"", "Terribly sorry....\" His voice trailed off as he lumbered down\n the aisle toward the empty seat next to Pete.", "\"So you can't make them beautiful,\" said Pete. \"Can't you\n make them cute?\"\n\n\n \"With those teeth? Those eyes? Ugh.\"", "Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands\n were shaking. \"I think,\" he said, \"we'd better find Charlie\n Karns right now.\"", "his words tumbling out like a waterfall. He looked as\n though one gentle shove might send him yodeling down Market\n Street in his underdrawers. \"Hold it,\" said Pete. \"Relax,", "Turning back to Pete, Tommy rubbed his hands eagerly.\n \"It's starting to sell, boy. I don't know how strong or how", "\"Hmmm,\" said Pete.", "empty. Pete leaned back, grinning to himself as the angry\n rumble rose around him like a wave. He was a Public Relations\n man to the core—but right now he was off duty. He", "\"Not crazy. Just getting nervous.\" Pete jammed his hands\n into his pockets. \"Do you realize where\nwe're\nstanding in this", "Pete tossed the letter down the gulper with a sigh. He had\n lost a bet to himself because it had come three days later than\n he expected, but it had come all the same, just as it always did\n when Tommy Heinz got himself into a hole.", "On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy\n Heinz pacing the corridor like an expectant young father.\n Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "\"I fail to see,\" said Pete, \"just why you had to drag me\n all the way from L.A. to have a cigar. I've got work to do.\"\n\n\n \"Selling movies, right?\" said Tommy.", "\"It'll sell,\" Pete said. \"The question is: for how long?\"\nThe planning revealed the mark of genius. Nothing" ] ]

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[ [ "humans corrupted Mars and the Martians in a way that mirrored what they had done to Earth and humankind.", "Martians began to partake in heavy opioid use, and the entire planet became one big \"Skid Row.\"", "when humans began to occupy the area, the atmosphere changed and started to deteriorate, making it disgusting.", "humans did not care about the way they treated the environment of the planet. They came in and destroyed a once beautiful planet that now has no natural resources or habitats it once had." ], [ "Humans truly do want to do their best to preserve the natural ways of the planet, and they did their best to ensure Martians didn't notice them.", "Humans are indifferent. They neither care for or about the Martians. Humans simply want to live their lives and be left alone.", "Humans want their way of life to continue no matter where they are, and they are just fine with forcing their beliefs upon whomever, including aliens. ", "Humans are evil, and their only goal is total destruction." ], [ "was a calculated plan made by the Martians in order to secure Earth's sugar stores.", "was almost by accident as they were attempting to find a suitable site for a completely different venture.", "is a commentary on how destructive man is. They purposefully set out to corrupt the planet since no more damage could be done on Earth.", "is quite frightening. Martians basically hijacked ships to bring humans to their planet in order to supply them with sugar." ], [ "Humans are happy to bring their women to Mars as another manipulation tactic against the race.", "Martians find no value in the things humans do, such as gold and diamonds, making humans feel", "Humans are more interested in giving Martians sugar than they are in any other sort of drug.", "Martians value what humans bring to their planet, including teaching them new ways to do things like conduct business and build structures." ], [ "they discover that if they eat soap, they do not smell as bad.", "they are told that they are to associate with them or else. ", "the humans spray the Martians in order to neutralize the smell so that the earth women will do their jobs.", "they go back to Earth." ], [ "decides that Mars is too backwards, and they leave after causing as much destruction there as possible.", "eventually turns Mars into an almost mirror of the way they run things on Earth.", "decides that the Communists must be stopped, so they try to kill them off one by one.", "tries to take Martians back to Earth in order to allow them to colonize." ], [ "are repulsive even to the Martian men.", "want to emulate human women.", "live in their own colonies, and they do not interact with others.", "are very desirable to the Martian men, and they worry about their safety around the humans." ], [ "Martians feared humans, but they now see that humans are just a silly race that doesn't care about anyone other than themselves.", "Martians had no idea what they were missing out on, and they really learned to live.", "Martians were a peaceful race. Humans came to their planet and caused discourse.", "Martians didn't really believe that humans existed." ], [ "did not even leave a trace of a human once they fired on them.", "had no effect on humans.", "destroyed everything in their path.", "vaporized everything." ], [ "by teaching them all about dirty politics.", "by giving them women and riches, exposing them to vices they never had before.", "with a chocolate bar initially.", "by teaching them gambling." ] ]

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[ [ "that has made this heavenly body the cesspool of the\n Universe. In other words, this is Mars—Confidential!\nP-s-s-s-s-t!", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "victims, told in vivid, jet-speed style.\nHere you'll learn why Mars is called the Red Planet, the\n part the Mafia plays in her undoing, the rape and rapine", "By the time we went through Mars—its canals, its caves, its\n satellites and its catacombs—we knew more about it than anyone who\n lives there.", "Each day the Earth man spends on Mars makes him feel more at home;\n thus, it comes as no surprise to the initiated that even here, at", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "have made them famous, here strip away the veil of millions\n of miles to bring you the lowdown on our sister planet. It\n is an amazing account of vice and violence, of virtues and", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Where was it all going? A Martian, in line for a bar in the evening,\n was back again the following morning for another one.\n\n\n And why did the Martians stay just as dirty as ever?", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "The Communist battle cry was: \"Men of Mars unite; you have nothing to\n lose but your wives.\"", "decision reached there was to corner chlorophyll (which accounts in\n part for the delay in putting it on the market down here) and ship it\n to Mars to deodorize the populace there. After which the ladies of the", "We make no attempt to be comprehensive. We have no hope or aim to make\n Mars a better place in which to live; in fact, we don't give a damn\n what kind of a place it is to live in." ], [ "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "We make no attempt to be comprehensive. We have no hope or aim to make\n Mars a better place in which to live; in fact, we don't give a damn\n what kind of a place it is to live in.", "By the time we went through Mars—its canals, its caves, its\n satellites and its catacombs—we knew more about it than anyone who\n lives there.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", "Each day the Earth man spends on Mars makes him feel more at home;\n thus, it comes as no surprise to the initiated that even here, at", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Where was it all going? A Martian, in line for a bar in the evening,\n was back again the following morning for another one.\n\n\n And why did the Martians stay just as dirty as ever?", ": When the boys first landed they found only vague\n boundaries between the nations, and Martians could roam as they\n pleased. Maybe this is why they stayed close to home. Though anyway", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact." ], [ "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Each day the Earth man spends on Mars makes him feel more at home;\n thus, it comes as no surprise to the initiated that even here, at", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "The first Earthman to be eliminated on Mars was a two-bit hood from\n North Clark Street who sold a five-cent Hershey bar with almonds to a\n Martian for a gold piece worth 94 bucks.", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "We tell you this Confidential. What they found was a Communist\n apparatus sent to Mars from Soviet Russia.", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "By the time we went through Mars—its canals, its caves, its\n satellites and its catacombs—we knew more about it than anyone who\n lives there.", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "The man from Mars bit the candy bar. The hood bit the gold piece.", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "that has made this heavenly body the cesspool of the\n Universe. In other words, this is Mars—Confidential!\nP-s-s-s-s-t!", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "From this random suggestion, there sprang up a major interplanetary\n project. If the big soap companies are wondering where all that soap\n went a few years ago, we can tell them.\n\n\n It went to Mars." ], [ "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "The Detroit boys, incidentally, burned up when they learned the\n Martian year is twice as long as ours, consequently it takes two years\n for one summer to roll around.", "On the other hand, the Martian death ray guns were not fatal to the\n toughs from Earth; anyone who can live through St. Valentine's Day in\n Chicago can live through anything. So it came out a dead heat.", ": When the boys first landed they found only vague\n boundaries between the nations, and Martians could roam as they\n pleased. Maybe this is why they stayed close to home. Though anyway" ], [ "earth, went on a stand-up strike when they saw and smelled the\n Martians. Especially smelled. They smelled worse than Texas yahoos\n just off a cow farm.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "Martian women are bags, so perhaps you had better disregard the\n injunction above and bring your own, even if it means two furs.", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Where was it all going? A Martian, in line for a bar in the evening,\n was back again the following morning for another one.\n\n\n And why did the Martians stay just as dirty as ever?", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "VICE\n: Until the arrival of the Earthmen, there were no illicit\n sexual relations on the planet. In fact, no Martian in his right mind", "Struck with the novelty of the thing, quite a few Martians remember\n other Martians they are mad at. The going price is one hundred carats", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "Did you ever see an Alaska\nklutch\n(pronounced klootch)? Probably\n not. Well, these Arctic horrors are Ziegfeld beauts compared to the\n Martian fair sex.", "Only chumps bring babes with them to Mars. The temperature is a little\n colder there than on Earth and the air a little thinner. So Terra\n dames complain one mink coat doesn't keep them warm; they need two.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"" ], [ "However, the Mafia, which is a world-wide blood brotherhood with\n colonies in every land and clime, has a universal language. Knives and\n brass knucks are understood everywhere.", "The final division found the apportionment as follows:\nNew York mob\n: Real estate and investments (if any)\nChicago mob", "Shortly after the end of World War II, a syndicate composed of\n underworld big-shots from Chicago, Detroit and Greenpoint planned to", "Three or four of the Mafia chieftains were old hop-heads and felt at\n home. In fact, one of them remarked, \"Boy, are we gone.\" And he was\n right.", "When the gangsters lamped the loot, their greedy eyes and greasy\n fingers twitched, and when a hood's eyes and fingers twitch, watch\n out; something is twitching.", "with white-walled tires and yellow-haired frails. For the Mafia, the\n dread Black Hand, is in business here—tied up with the", "The difficulty was finding the means and method of corruption. All the\n cash in Jake Guzik's strong box meant nothing to a race of characters\n whose brats made mudpies of gold dust.\n\n\n The discovery came as an accident.", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "Though the gangsters are buying sugar at a few cents a pound here and\n selling it for its weight in rubies on Mars, a hood is always a hood.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "As a result, the Mafia and its allies control thousands of legitimate\n enterprises ranging from hotel chains to railroads and from laundries\n to distilleries.", "The Mafia sent a couple of front men to explore the desert. Somewhere\n out beyond the atom project they stumbled on what seemed to be the\n answer to their prayer.", "The Crime Cartel met in Cleveland—in the third floor front of a\n tenement on Mayfield Road. The purpose of the meeting was to \"cut up\"\n Mars.", ": Bookmaking and liquor (if any)\nBrooklyn mob\n: Protection and assassinations\nJersey mob", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "\"Maybe you got something there. You can kill a jerk only once.\"\n\n\n \"But a jerk can have relatives.\"\n\n\n \"We're talking about legit stuff. All the rest has been taken care\n of.\"", "expression, the mobsters let go with 45s, which, however, merely have\n a stunning effect on the gent on the receiving end because of the\n lesser gravity.", "After some discussion they cut cards. One of the Bergen County boys\n drew the black ace. \"What do I know about being a cop?\" he squawked.", "The Mafistas soon learned to translate what the natives were saying by\n watching the squint in their eyes. When they spoke with a certain", "The visiting Mafia delegation was naturally disappointed at this state\n of affairs. They had been led to believe by the little guy who" ], [ "Martian women are bags, so perhaps you had better disregard the\n injunction above and bring your own, even if it means two furs.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "Did you ever see an Alaska\nklutch\n(pronounced klootch)? Probably\n not. Well, these Arctic horrors are Ziegfeld beauts compared to the\n Martian fair sex.", "Only chumps bring babes with them to Mars. The temperature is a little\n colder there than on Earth and the air a little thinner. So Terra\n dames complain one mink coat doesn't keep them warm; they need two.", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "escorted them that all Martian dames resembled Marilyn Monroe, only\n more so, and the men were Adonises (and not Joe).", "The Martian lingo seems to be somewhat similar to Chinese. It's not\n what they say, but how they say it. For instance,\npsonqule\nmay mean\n \"I love you\" or \"you dirty son-of-a-bitch.\"", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "The Communist battle cry was: \"Men of Mars unite; you have nothing to\n lose but your wives.\"", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges." ], [ "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "Before the space ship which brings the arriving traveler lands at the\n Martian National Airport, it swoops gracefully over the nearby city in\n a salute. The narrow ribbons, laid out in geometric order, gradually", "The locals were completely honest. They were too dumb to be thieves.\n The natives were not acquisitive. Why should they be when gold was so\n common it had no value, and a neighbor's wife so ugly no one would\n covet her?", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", ": When the boys first landed they found only vague\n boundaries between the nations, and Martians could roam as they\n pleased. Maybe this is why they stayed close to home. Though anyway", "By the time we went through Mars—its canals, its caves, its\n satellites and its catacombs—we knew more about it than anyone who\n lives there.", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "The first problem to be ironed out was how to speed up transportation;\n and failing that, to construct spacious space ships which would\n attract pleasure-bent trade from", "VICE\n: Until the arrival of the Earthmen, there were no illicit\n sexual relations on the planet. In fact, no Martian in his right mind", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "Each day the Earth man spends on Mars makes him feel more at home;\n thus, it comes as no surprise to the initiated that even here, at", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "However, the boys soon discovered that the lighter gravity played\n havoc with the marijuana trade. With a slight tensing of the muscles\n you can jump 20 feet, so why smoke \"tea\" when you can fly like crazy\n for nothing?", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold." ], [ "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "On the other hand, the Martian death ray guns were not fatal to the\n toughs from Earth; anyone who can live through St. Valentine's Day in\n Chicago can live through anything. So it came out a dead heat.", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Martian women are bags, so perhaps you had better disregard the\n injunction above and bring your own, even if it means two furs.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "\"With the Martians I've seen, a bar of soap could be a big thing.\"", "Struck with the novelty of the thing, quite a few Martians remember\n other Martians they are mad at. The going price is one hundred carats", "By the time we went through Mars—its canals, its caves, its\n satellites and its catacombs—we knew more about it than anyone who\n lives there.", "We tell you this Confidential. What they found was a Communist\n apparatus sent to Mars from Soviet Russia.", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", ": A gun carried by spacemen which will melt\n people down to a cinder. A .45 would do just as well, but\n then there's the Sullivan Act.\nOrbit" ], [ "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "The Detroit boys, incidentally, burned up when they learned the\n Martian year is twice as long as ours, consequently it takes two years\n for one summer to roll around.", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "Where was it all going? A Martian, in line for a bar in the evening,\n was back again the following morning for another one.\n\n\n And why did the Martians stay just as dirty as ever?", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "earth, went on a stand-up strike when they saw and smelled the\n Martians. Especially smelled. They smelled worse than Texas yahoos\n just off a cow farm.", "The answer was, the Martians stayed as dirty as ever because they\n weren't using the soap to wash with. They were eating it!\n\n\n It cured the hangover from sugar." ] ]

[ "Which of the following most accurately describes the topic of the article?", "What nationality is the author?", "Why are there not more maglev lines in the world?", "Why are there more maglevs in Asia?", "What is a message of this article?", "How many different people does the author quote?", "About how many years will it take from the first testing of maglev to the completion of the Chuo Shinkansen?", "How long did the Birmingham maglev line run?", "Which of these is NOT a resting place of a Birmingham Maglev car?" ]

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[ [ "This article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "Yet a little-known footnote from this period involves the interaction", "appropriate, because this 'river' is actually a supreme piece of", "new. It is unstinting in its thrall to evolution and", "and of regional news reporters with greasy barnets delivering excited", "cafe.\" Perversely perhaps, its fate may be decided by another", "Bob Gwynne, associate curator of collections and research at", "something from HG Wells, with men in top hats smoking", "Pearce. \"The train rode along the track on a cushion", "they purport to show us hurtling towards. A track in", "Now it sits in a field behind Jones's house in", "\"The problem was, it was the end of one", "one lot of technology. The first time it snowed, all", "late 80s. He shared the experience. \"I used it in", "backwards and forwards on it, I thought it was smashing.\"", "system. It was lifted up by the magnetic field (under", "mostly in tunnel, at 500km/h, taking a shocking 40", "at back on it from the distance of decades. Or", "was in full operation. An understanding of the wheel and", "Today, on the elevated track that gambols over windswept" ], [ "was still a time of great British national-funded engineering,\" he", "Now it sits in a field behind Jones's house in", "British inventor, Eric Laithwaite, who was working on the linear", "at the National Rail Museum in York, says: \"British", "Bob Gwynne, associate curator of collections and research at", "in Germany,\" says Tim Dunn, \"is that it doesn't really", "Pearce. \"The train rode along the track on a cushion", "Pinkus, the Samuda Brothers and eventually by Isambard Kingdom", "Yet a little-known footnote from this period involves the interaction", "Jones splashed out a mere £100 for it on eBay", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "in Burton Green, a couple of miles east of the", "\"The problem was, it was the end of one", "and eventually Britain pulled the plug. In February 1973, a", "same time, maglev technology was being developed by the British", "on their final approach. Birmingham isn't like other British cities", "Tim Dunn, transport historian and co-presenter of the BBC's", "primarily an engineer, designed for BOAC's planes; and architect James", "Back in Burton Green, Andy Jones's maglev car lies", "other British invention that prevailed for a while but then" ], [ "It's understandable that most serious interest in maglev deployment", "The maglev was a development that spun out of this", "(Maglev is indisputably more expensive upfront than high-speed rail.)", "\"The problem with high-speed maglev like Transrapid in", "But the British maglev never really took off. Tim", "In the far east, attitudes to maglev are different. Japan", "When the Birmingham Maglev was shuttered in 1995, one", "near enough demand to justify maglev; probably not enough to", "successful maglev and many other things.\" Gwynne has got the", "districts. Japan's system is a superconducting maglev, different to", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "John Harding, former chief maglev scientist for the US Department", "longest, fastest maglev in the world. It will run mostly", "more exciting: the world's first commercial maglev, or magnetic", "Japan began maglev testing at roughly the same time as", "General Electric Company. The maglev cars were built by Metro", "Scotland by maglev. It never materialised. HS2 was the", "Germany's other maglev, the M-Bahn (or Magnetbahn), a", "same time, maglev technology was being developed by the British", "will probably be the greatest success for maglev.\" The first" ], [ "In the far east, attitudes to maglev are different. 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[ "Which word least describes Sophie Walker?", "Why was Sophie Walker's speech described at the beginning?", "What is the best summary for emotions described in this passage?", "How does the author feel about Brexit?", "Which statement would the author most likely agree with?", "Who has best used emotion to make positive changes?", "What isn't a problem happening because people don't face their emotions?", "What doesn't the author want to see in politics?", "What is the author's purpose for writing this?", "What doesn't the author want you to believe?" ]

[ [ "passionate", "intelligent", "manipulative", "privileged" ], [ "to show the danger of using emotions in politics", "to make the reader sympathetic towards female politicians", "to show the reader how the author feels about the topic", "to give an example to support the main idea of the passage" ], [ "females are using more emotions in politics, but males are still staying rational", "emotions are being used more in politics than they used to", "emotions are too stereotyped to be valid in politics", "emotions are too powerful and shouldn't be involved in politics" ], [ "it would have gone differently if people would have been more logical", "it was backed by research and an iconic move", "it was a turning point for Britain", "emotional persuasion was used appropriately to produce the best outcome" ], [ "politicians on both sides are learning how to use emotions to their advantage", "feminists have been using emotions to make positive changes for years", "emotions tend to make people look weak or angry, so they should stay out of the political realm", "emotions are complicated but can be advantageous when expressed properly" ], [ "Jane Austen", "Simon Jenkins", "Donald Trump", "Nicky Morgan" ], [ "increasing mental health disorders", "people are finding unhealthy ways to solve problems", "women and minorities are being ignored more often", "blame gets pushed onto others" ], [ "people to be honest and willing to collaborate", "a change to how people view politics", "more soul and compassion", "more \"be-more-like-a-man feminists\"" ], [ "to inform people of what happened in the last few years of politics", "to inform people of the changing political world", "to persuade people to be more emotional", "to persuade people to look at politics differently" ], [ "there needs to be a balance of reason and feeling in politics", "the idea of incorporating emotion into politics is a new, brilliant idea", "all politicians need to be more caring", "more women are needed to improve politics" ] ]

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I gripped the sides", "about women 'doing politics differently'. The phrase was trotted out", "conference speech, promptly supplying the (clearly absurd) answer: 'Economically" ], [ "The emotion is there, nevertheless, metastasising. Since men without", "– subjective emotions – therefore does not.\" There is no", "When people admit to their emotions, they call for empathy;", "of Emotions. (Sad!) Yet we are ill-equipped to understand", "– more tellingly. Her tears powerfully conveyed her devastation at", "All this emotion-with-nowhere-to-go was seized on by the Trump", "Trump, rage was right up there. Emotion is back in", "in which the only permissible emotions are triumph and mocking", "How, then, to comprehend, let alone articulate, the vulnerability,", "emotional distress. 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[ "Why is Isobar a good name for the main character in the story?", "What is the relevance of \"green cheese\" in this story?", "What is the meaning of \"O.Q.?\"", "Why does Isobar's complexion change color the second time he answers the phone?", "Why doesn't Isobar have a healthy, tanned look?", "Why did Isobar want to stay in Sparks' office after he delivered the weather report to Sparks?", "Why is Isobar prohibited from playing his \"doodlesack\" in the Moon's habitat dome?", "What native fauna has been discovered on the Moon?", "How does Isobar get oxygen when he fools the door sentry and goes outside the habitat dome?", "What does the author of the story think of bagpipe music?" ]

[ [ "Because the main character spends a lot of time in a nightclub called the Isobar.", "Because the main character is an introvert - he tends to isolate himself - and he was a lawyer before coming to the Moon.", "Because the main character is a meteorologist, and isobars, or lines of equal atmospheric pressure on a map, are related to meterology.", "Because the main character only knows hot to play one song, and he plays the same bars over and over again," ], [ "In the habitat dome on the Moon, food for the colony is stored in the crawl space below the office and living level. Green cheese keeps a long time, but has a strong smell which is affecting Isobar Jones' work.", "The story takes place on the Moon, which is often referred to in popular culture as being made of green cheese.", "There is a piece of moldy cheese under the paper on which Isobar Jones wrote the report.", "Isobar Jones has only green cheese in his refrigerator, not having shopped for awhile, and with only green cheese to eat, he is not able to concentrate." ], [ "It is the story author's way of making \"OK\" seem more futuristic, and means the same thing.", "It stands for \"Operational Qualification,\" and using the abbreviation is common among the Moon's governmen administrative personnel.", "It means \"On Queue,\" and refers to the fact that in the Moon colony, people have to wait in line for everything.", "It stands for \"Office Quote,\" and a speaker uses it to indicate that everyone on the meteorology team tends to use the phrase that follows \"O.Q.\" so often that it is a cliche." ], [ "The second call was from a young lady who has nothing to do with his report, so he is embarrassed by his brusque approach when he realizes it.", "Tnhe second call is from Isobar's boss's boss, and he knows he is in real trouble over his late report.", "The second call is from hisi banker, Miss Sally, wanting to knwo when he plans to make his next loan payment.", "The second one is a prank call from a local \"lady of the night\" that his teammates paid for." ], [ "The material that the Moon station is made of blocks the type of light that allows tanning, and Isobar has been there for half a year.", "Isobar is very careful not to get burned by the strong sunlight on the Moon's light side, and wears sunblock that filters out ultraviolet waves.", "Isobar is just recovering from an illness, which is why his meteorological report is so late.", "Isobar is homesick for Earth and a bit depressed, so he allowed a beard to grow and cover his face. He recently shaved it off, and his skin had become quite pale underneath." ], [ "The Terran weather service broadcaster was a good friend of Isobar's and Isobar wanted to chat with him for awhile.", "Because Isobar miised his home so much that he wanted a chance to see normal outdoor scenery such as one can see anywhere on his home planet.", "Isobar was very bored and anything was better than returning to his \"cloistered cell\" after delivering the report to Sparks.", "Because Isobar wanted a good look at a girl he was sweet on who worked in the weather office back on the home planet." ], [ "Loud sounds attract Grannies to the perimeter of the habitat dome.", "Because playing wind instruments on the Moon causes the player to use more than their allotted share of the dome's air supply.", "Because its noises are picked up and carried to all parts of the dome by the dome's ventilation system.", "Because the dome commander dislikes Isobar and is trying to make his service unpleasant enoug that he will quit and leave." ], [ "The lush vegetation outside the dome supports insects and even a few small animals similar to the trilobites found in Earth's fossil record.", "The moon dome is nestled in the middle a very pretty, green valley, full of so many plants and flowers that that they have not all been catalogued yet.", "The only life on the Moon, except for what was brought there from Earth, is a few extremely hardy species of bacteria, which have been found to thrive around the outside of the foundations of the habitat dome.", "A species of creatures that are not very smart, but are very dangerous to humans, and whose outer covering somewhat resembles grayish rock." ], [ "He wears the newest generation of oxygen generators, which takes up no more space than a face shield to protect the eyes and skin from the sun. ", "He just breathes normally. The moon has an atmosphere with sufficient oxygen.", "He wears a standard-issue moon pressure suit with high-capacity air tanks, good for 24 hours.", "He drags a lightweight hose that connects to a port on the outside of the dome. No need for oxygen tanks, as he does not intend to go very far from the dome." ], [ "He loves it and thinks it is undervalued by most people.", "He is indifferent to bagpipe music, but realizes that some people may find it enjoyable.", "He hates it so much that he re-imagines it as a weapon.", "He obviously knows nothing at all about bagpipe music, and the way he describes it in the story shows that." ] ]

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[ [ "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "\"\nHaa-a-roong!\n\" blew Isobar Jones.\nIV", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"It is,\" promised Isobar. \"It'll be swell all weekend, Miss Sally.\n Fine sunshiny weather. You can go.\"\n\n\n \"That's wonderful. Thanks so much, Isobar.\"", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "Isobar said, \"H-huh? Oh, you mean—Oh, thanks, no! I just thought mebbe\n you wouldn't mind if I—well—er—\"", "Isobar said defiantly, \"It ain't a doodlesack. It's a bagpipe. And I\n guess I can play it if I want to—\"", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "But Isobar Jones, generally mild and gentle, was now in a perfect\n fury. His pale eyes blazed, he stomped his foot on the floor, and from", "\"A pain!\" declared Isobar Jones. \"That's what it is; a pain in the\n stummick. Not even allowed to—Yeah?\"", "Isobar knew all about the Grannies. The only mobile form of life\n found by space-questing man on Earth's satellite, their name was an", "He suddenly seemed to gain stature.\n\n\n \"No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire\n organization for your own—er—amusement.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" said Isobar.", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "Isobar said stubbornly, \"Well, I sort of figured I'd amuse myself for a\n while—\"\n\n\n \"I thought that, too. And with\nwhat\n, pray, Jones?\"", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten" ], [ "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "fragrant with the scent of growing things, made his pulses stir with\n joyous abandon. He was Outside! He was Outside, in good sunlight, at\n last! After six long and dreary months!", "\"We've got\nthem\nright here on Luna. Go look out the tower window,\n Jonesy. The Dome's nestled smack in the middle of the prettiest,\n greenest little valley you ever saw.\"", "\"", "were useless, and time was of the essence. There was but one temporary\n way of staving off disaster. \"Over here ... this tree! Quick! Up you", "\"Excuse me, my boy,\" interrupted the aged physicist, his voice gentle,\n \"it is not mere homesickness that troubles our friend. It is something", "\"Well,\" he said, \"one man's fish—hey, Jonesy? Too bad you can't play\n your doodlesack any more, but frankly, I'm just as glad. Of all the\n awful screeching wails—\"", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"And so,\" chuckled Riley, \"he left, bubbling like a kettle on a red-hot\n oven. But, boy! was he ever mad! Just about ready to bust, he was.\"", "\"Hold on!\" roared Roberts. His warning came just in time. Once more,\n the three tree-sitters shook like dried peas in a pod as their leafy", "\"O.Q.,\" he said wearily. \"O.Q. I told you it would be ready in a couple\n o' minutes. Keep your pants on!\"", "\"Yeah? What?\"\n\n\n \"Well, it's Roberts and Brown—\"\n\n\n \"What about 'em?\"\n\n\n \"They've gone Outside to make foundation repairs.\"", "\"\nStop talking!\n\" roared Roberts. \"Stop talking, guy, and start\n blowing! I think you've got something there. Anyhow, it's our last\n hope.\nBlow!\n\"", "\"They ain't been any Grannies seen around the Dome,\" he said, \"for\n a 'coon's age. Anyhow, if I seen any comin', I could run right back\n inside—\"", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "can\nhear, after all! See that?\n They're lying down to listen—like so many lambs! Keep playing, Isobar!", "\"It's not that. I'm trying to rouse the boys in the Dome. We're right\n opposite the atmosphere-conditioning-unit. See that grilled duct over" ], [ "\"O.Q.,\" he said wearily. \"O.Q. I told you it would be ready in a couple\n o' minutes. Keep your pants on!\"", "\"That is all,\" he concluded.\n\n\n \"O.Q.,\" verified the other radioman. Isobar writhed anxiously, prodded\n Riley's shoulder.", "\"Done,\" said Isobar. \"I was just gettin' the sheets together for you.\"\n\n\n \"O.Q. But just bring\nit\n. Nothing else.\"", "\"I get it!\" Sparks grinned. \"Want to play peekaboo while the contact's\n open, eh? Well, O.Q. Watch the birdie!\"", "\"That goes for me, too, Jonesy,\" added Brown from an upper bough.\n \"But I'm afraid you just delayed matters. This tree's O.Q. as long", "Isobar Jones awakened from his trance, eyes dulling. Reluctantly he\n nodded. Riley stared at him strangely, almost gently. To the other\n radioman, \"O.Q., pal,\" he said. \"Cut!\"", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"What? Why—why, yes, but—\"\n\n\n \"Without buts,\" said Sparks grumpily. \"Yours not to reason why; yours\n but to do or don't. Will you do it?\"", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "\"Below, I guess. In his quarters.\"\n\n\n \"Ah, good! Perhaps he is sleeping. Let us hope so. In slumber he will\n find peace and forgetfulness.\"", "\"Notified of\nwhat\n?\"\n\n\n \"Why, the general council of all Patrolmen! Weren't you told that I\n would take your place here while you reported to G.H.Q.?\"", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"", "\"Any word from them yet, sir?\" asked Sparks eagerly.\n\n\n \"Not yet. But we're expecting them to return at any minute now. Jones!\n Where are\nyou\ngoing?\"", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"It says,\" stated Eagan deliberately, \"'\nIn order that work or rest\n periods of the Dome's staff may not be disturbed, it is hereby ordered", "\"Ask him, Sparks! Go on ask him!\"\n\n\n \"Oh, cut jets, will you?\" snapped Sparks. The Terra operator looked\n startled.", "\"Yeah? What?\"\n\n\n \"Well, it's Roberts and Brown—\"\n\n\n \"What about 'em?\"\n\n\n \"They've gone Outside to make foundation repairs.\"", "\"After you? Those Grannies? Hell's howling acres—\nthose Grannies are\n stone dead\n!\"", "\"\nStop talking!\n\" roared Roberts. \"Stop talking, guy, and start\n blowing! I think you've got something there. Anyhow, it's our last\n hope.\nBlow!\n\"" ], [ "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "But Isobar Jones, generally mild and gentle, was now in a perfect\n fury. His pale eyes blazed, he stomped his foot on the floor, and from", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "Isobar Jones awakened from his trance, eyes dulling. Reluctantly he\n nodded. Riley stared at him strangely, almost gently. To the other\n radioman, \"O.Q., pal,\" he said. \"Cut!\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe audiophone buzzed thrice—one long, followed by two shorts—and\n Isobar Jones pressed the stud activating its glowing scanner-disc.", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "Isobar said, \"H-huh? Oh, you mean—Oh, thanks, no! I just thought mebbe\n you wouldn't mind if I—well—er—\"", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"\nWeather forecast for Terra\n,\" he wrote, his pen making scratching\n sounds.\n\n\n The audiophone rasped again. Isobar jabbed the stud and answered\n without looking.", "So stunned with surprise was Isobar that his grip on the pipes relaxed,\n his lips almost slipped from the reed. But Brown's delighted bellow\n lifted his paralysis.", "\"That is all,\" he concluded.\n\n\n \"O.Q.,\" verified the other radioman. Isobar writhed anxiously, prodded\n Riley's shoulder.", "\"\nHaa-a-roong!\n\" blew Isobar Jones.\nIV", "\"To,\" interrupted a crisp voice, \"what?\"\n\n\n Isobar spun, flushing; his eyes dropped before those of Dome Commander\n Eagan. He squirmed.", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "He suddenly seemed to gain stature.\n\n\n \"No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire\n organization for your own—er—amusement.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" said Isobar." ], [ "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "But Isobar Jones, generally mild and gentle, was now in a perfect\n fury. His pale eyes blazed, he stomped his foot on the floor, and from", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "\"It is,\" promised Isobar. \"It'll be swell all weekend, Miss Sally.\n Fine sunshiny weather. You can go.\"\n\n\n \"That's wonderful. Thanks so much, Isobar.\"", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"A pain!\" declared Isobar Jones. \"That's what it is; a pain in the\n stummick. Not even allowed to—Yeah?\"", "But Dr. Loesch would have been far less sanguine had some power the\n \"giftie gi'en\" him of watching Isobar Jones at that moment.", "\"It's no use, Isobar. You trying to scare them off? They have no sense\n of hearing. That's been proven—\"\n\n\n Isobar took his lips from the reed to explain.", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "Isobar nodded. He knew what falling into the clutch of the Grannies\n meant. He had once seen the grisly aftermath of a Graniteback feast." ], [ "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "He left. Sparks turned to Isobar, grinning.", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "Isobar said, \"H-huh? Oh, you mean—Oh, thanks, no! I just thought mebbe\n you wouldn't mind if I—well—er—\"", "\"It is,\" promised Isobar. \"It'll be swell all weekend, Miss Sally.\n Fine sunshiny weather. You can go.\"\n\n\n \"That's wonderful. Thanks so much, Isobar.\"", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "He didn't leave Sparks' turret after the sheets were delivered.\n Instead, he hung around, fidgeting so obtrusively that Riley finally\n turned to him in sheer exasperation.", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "Isobar said stubbornly, \"Well, I sort of figured I'd amuse myself for a\n while—\"\n\n\n \"I thought that, too. And with\nwhat\n, pray, Jones?\"", "\"\nWeather forecast for Terra\n,\" he wrote, his pen making scratching\n sounds.\n\n\n The audiophone rasped again. Isobar jabbed the stud and answered\n without looking.", "Some minutes had passed since Isobar had left; Riley was talking to Dr.\n Loesch, head of the Dome's Physics Research Division. The older man\n nodded commiseratingly.", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "\"That's all right, Isobar. I just called to ask you about the weather", "\"You mean,\" demanded Sparks anxiously, \"Isobar ain't got all his\n buttons?\"", "He suddenly seemed to gain stature.\n\n\n \"No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire\n organization for your own—er—amusement.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" said Isobar.", "Isobar Jones awakened from his trance, eyes dulling. Reluctantly he\n nodded. Riley stared at him strangely, almost gently. To the other\n radioman, \"O.Q., pal,\" he said. \"Cut!\"" ], [ "\"But the Dome,\" pointed out Commander Eagan, \"has an air-conditioning\n system which can't be shut off. The ungodly moans of\n your—er—so-called musical instrument can be heard through the entire\n structure.\"", "that the playing or practicing of all or any musical instruments must\n be discontinued immediately. By order of the Dome Commander\n,' That\n means you, Jones!\"", "Isobar said defiantly, \"It ain't a doodlesack. It's a bagpipe. And I\n guess I can play it if I want to—\"", "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "\"No!\"\n\n\n Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already.\n If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last\n amusement which lightened his moments of freedom—", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "\"So I can't play you, huh?\" he muttered darkly. \"It disturbs the peace\n o' the dingfounded, dumblasted Dome staff, does it? Well, we'll\nsee\nabout that!\"", "\"With the only dratted thing,\" said Isobar, suddenly petulant, \"that\n gives me any fun around this dagnabbed place! With my bagpipe.\"", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"Well,\" he said, \"one man's fish—hey, Jonesy? Too bad you can't play\n your doodlesack any more, but frankly, I'm just as glad. Of all the\n awful screeching wails—\"", "TROUBLE ON TYCHO\nBy NELSON S. BOND\nIsobar and his squeeze-pipes were the bane of\n\n the Moon Station's existence. But there came", "\"Oh, no? Well, I'm talking about that squawk-filled doodlesack of\n yours, sonny boy. Don't bring that bag-full of noise up here with you.\"", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "\"It says,\" stated Eagan deliberately, \"'\nIn order that work or rest\n periods of the Dome's staff may not be disturbed, it is hereby ordered", "\"It's no use, Isobar. You trying to scare them off? They have no sense\n of hearing. That's been proven—\"\n\n\n Isobar took his lips from the reed to explain.", "Some minutes had passed since Isobar had left; Riley was talking to Dr.\n Loesch, head of the Dome's Physics Research Division. The older man\n nodded commiseratingly.", "\"To,\" interrupted a crisp voice, \"what?\"\n\n\n Isobar spun, flushing; his eyes dropped before those of Dome Commander\n Eagan. He squirmed.", "\"We've got\nthem\nright here on Luna. Go look out the tower window,\n Jonesy. The Dome's nestled smack in the middle of the prettiest,\n greenest little valley you ever saw.\"" ], [ "\"We've got\nthem\nright here on Luna. Go look out the tower window,\n Jonesy. The Dome's nestled smack in the middle of the prettiest,\n greenest little valley you ever saw.\"", "And behind these two, grim, grey, gaunt figures that moved with\n astonishing speed despite their massive bulk, came three ... six ... a\n dozen of those lunarites whom all men feared. The Grannies!\nIII", "\"Well, that's the way it goes. We knew what we were risking when we\n volunteered to come Outside. This damn moon! It'll never be worth", "refuge trembled before the locomotive onslaught of the lunar beasts.\n This time the already-exposed roots strained and lifted, several", "\"Earth answering Luna. Earth answering Luna's call. Can you hear me,\n Luna? Can you hear—?\"", "Isobar knew all about the Grannies. The only mobile form of life\n found by space-questing man on Earth's satellite, their name was an", "abbreviation of the descriptive one applied to them by the first Lunar\n exployers: Granitebacks. This was no exaggeration; if anything, it was", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "way from home. His lean, gangling frame was immured, and had been for\n six tedious Earth months, beneath the\nimpervite\nhemisphere of Lunar", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "\"No!\"\n\n\n Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already.\n If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last\n amusement which lightened his moments of freedom—", "Worse yet, they were an enemy almost indestructible! No man had ever\n yet brought to Earth laboratories the carcass of a Grannie; science", "Raptly, blissfully, all thought of caution tossed to the gentle breezes\n that ruffled his sparse hair, Isobar Jones stepped forward into the\n lunar valley....", "TROUBLE ON TYCHO\nBy NELSON S. BOND\nIsobar and his squeeze-pipes were the bane of\n\n the Moon Station's existence. But there came", "entered the Dome Commander's log upon the Home Office records, and\n dictated a short entry from the Luna Biological Commission. Then:", "fragrant with the scent of growing things, made his pulses stir with\n joyous abandon. He was Outside! He was Outside, in good sunlight, at\n last! After six long and dreary months!", "\"Sweet snakes of Saturn, Jonesy, what's the trouble? Bugs in your\n britches?\"", "\"Nothing,\" shrugged Riley \"\nHe twisted\nthe mike; not me. But—how come\n you always want to take a squint at Earth when the circuit's open,\n Jonesy? Homesick?\"", "to one side, and the erstwhile solid earth about its base was broken\n and cracked—revealing fleshy tentacles uprooted from ancient moorings!", "expelled. The giant lung swelled, the chaunter emitted its distinctive,\n fearsome, \"\nKaa-aa-o-o-o-oro-oong!\n\"" ], [ "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "its hemispherical perimeter to a point nearly two miles from the\n Gateway. By the placement of ports and windows, Isobar was able to\n judge his location perfectly; he was opposite that portion of the", "Some minutes had passed since Isobar had left; Riley was talking to Dr.\n Loesch, head of the Dome's Physics Research Division. The older man\n nodded commiseratingly.", "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "there? That's an inhalation-vent. The portable transmitter's out of\n order, and our voices ain't strong enough to carry into the Dome—but", "And tucking the bag under his arm, he had cautiously slipped from the\n room, down little-used corridors, and now he stood before the huge\nimpervite\ngates which were the entrance to the Dome and the doorway\n to Outside.", "\"No!\"\n\n\n Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already.\n If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last\n amusement which lightened his moments of freedom—", "A flood of warmth, exhilarating after the constantly regulated\n temperature of the Dome, descended upon him. Fresh air, thin, but", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "Raptly, blissfully, all thought of caution tossed to the gentle breezes\n that ruffled his sparse hair, Isobar Jones stepped forward into the\n lunar valley....", "\"Be right up,\" promised Isobar, and, sheets in hand, he ambled from his\n cloistered cell toward the central section of the Dome.", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"It's no use, Isobar. You trying to scare them off? They have no sense\n of hearing. That's been proven—\"\n\n\n Isobar took his lips from the reed to explain." ], [ "\"With the only dratted thing,\" said Isobar, suddenly petulant, \"that\n gives me any fun around this dagnabbed place! With my bagpipe.\"", "Isobar said defiantly, \"It ain't a doodlesack. It's a bagpipe. And I\n guess I can play it if I want to—\"", "encased his precious set of bagpipes. These he had taken from their\n pegs, gazed upon defiantly, and fondled with almost parental affection.", "play my bagpipes! I know these lunks around here don't appreciate good\n music, so I always go in my office and lock the door after me—\"", "his instrument, and was now rather amazed to discover that somehow\n throughout all the excitement he had held onto it. \"Why, I just\n happened to—Oh!\nthe pipes!", "But Isobar Jones had a one-track mind. \"The pipes!\" he cried again,\n excitedly. \"That's the answer!\" And he drew the instrument into playing", "Roberts said, \"That's right. But what are\nyou\ndoing out here, Isobar?\n And why, for Pete's sake, the bagpipes?\"", "knew was that above the skirling drone of his pipes there came another\n sound, the metallic clanking of a man-made machine ... an armored tank,", "And Roberts roared, above the skirling of the\npiobaireachd\ninto", "the sound of these pipes is! And Commander Eagan told me just a short\n while ago that the sound of the pipes carries all over the building!", "And—even he could not have foreseen the astounding results of\n his piping! What happened next was as astonishing as it was", "position, bag cuddled beneath one arm-pit, drones stiffly erect over\n his shoulder, blow-pipe at his lips. His cheeks puffed, his breath", "\"Well,\" he said, \"one man's fish—hey, Jonesy? Too bad you can't play\n your doodlesack any more, but frankly, I'm just as glad. Of all the\n awful screeching wails—\"", "So stunned with surprise was Isobar that his grip on the pipes relaxed,\n his lips almost slipped from the reed. But Brown's delighted bellow\n lifted his paralysis.", "Followed then what, under somewhat different circumstances, should have\n been a piper's dream. For Isobar had an audience which would not—and\n in two cases", "Then the answer from below. The fantastic answer in Sparks' familiar\n voice. The answer that caused the bagpipes to slip from Isobar's\n fingers as Isobar Jones passed out in a dead faint:", "dared\nnot—allow him to stop playing. And to this\n audience he played over and over again his entire repertoire. Marches,\n flings, dances—the stirring", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"Oh, no? Well, I'm talking about that squawk-filled doodlesack of\n yours, sonny boy. Don't bring that bag-full of noise up here with you.\"", "Coghiegh nha Shie\nwhose keening is like the\n sound of a sobbing nation.\nThe Cock o' the North\n, he played, and" ] ]

[ "Morley laments the loss of a \"normal\" existence. He feels he is the only person to blame for his current predicament. What explanation does he seem to settle on for the decision that has put him in the position he is currently in?", "Morley and Madsen contrast", "The fact that Morley compares the situation he finds himself in with either waking Madsen or land the ship below to Scylla and Charybdis lets the reader know that ", "How can Morely be described?", "Morely is best known for what type of knowledge?", "While it is evident that Madsen and Morely are not fond of one another, how do they deal with it differently?", "What are the duos only hopes for survival?", "When faced with a serious situation, Morely's brain becomes", "Of the two main characters, who changes the most throughout the story and why?" ]

[ [ "He was forced by his parents to leave his home.", "He felt compelled to follow in the footsteps of other family members. ", "He was following a girl.", "He went through a spell where he was not behaving like himself, and he took the plunge." ], [ "In attitude.", "All of the above", "In appearance.", "In intelligence level." ], [ "Madsen does not like to be woken from his naps.", "Morley is weak in many ways, and he shows it right away.", "The landing is something that Morely wants to do on his own to prove himself as a competent pilot.", "Morley doesn't know which of the two options is going to be more uncomfortable to deal with." ], [ "He is just above average intelligence, and he enjoys letting others be in charge in any given situation.", "He enjoys showing everyone he is smarter than them.", "He is a brave young man and misses his family.", "He has a lot of initiative, and he is proud of his work." ], [ "General knowledge that will always come in helpful in a pinch.", "He is simply \"books smart\" with no knowledge of anything in the \"real world.\"", "He typically knows more than he lets on about all subjects, but he cannot let others know.", "Useless information that doesn't always serve as helpful." ], [ "Morely is not bothered by Madsen at all.", "Madsen is not bothered by Morely at all.", "Morely is very boisterous about his disdain for Madsen.", "Madsen is very boisterous about his disdain for Morely." ], [ "None of the above are threats.", "They must make it to the Distress Depots.", "Both A and B.", "They must survive the dangerous wildlife." ], [ "Useless. He cannot function under pressure.", "Reliant on others to help him come up with ideas.", "There is no change. He is a very static character.", "Almost like a computer where he can remember exactly what he learned." ], [ "Madsen changes the most because he actually begins to show human kindness towards Morley, and he starts to care about him.", "Morely changes the most because he allows his depth of knowledge to put the two in a very precarious situation.", "Morely changes the most because he becomes courageous, and he takes charge of the situation.", "Madsen changes the most because he becomes very fearful of the situation, and he lets it show." ] ]

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[ [ "\"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 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", "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 swung himself into the pilot's seat, too numb with humiliation\n to answer. Almost an hour passed before he started the regulation", "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.", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "For the hundredth time he pondered miserably over the sad condition\n of what had been a reasonably well ordered existence. The worst of", "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", "A little notice on the bulletin board was Morley's first inkling that\n his safe, secure routine was on the verge of mutating into something\n frighteningly unpredictable.", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "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.", "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,", "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", "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 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", "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", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "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", "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.", "and then crumpled completely against an outcropping granite ledge.\n Finally Morley gulped audibly, and Madsen laughed.", "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.", "Madsen was at the controls. Without a single spoken word on the\n subject, he was automatically the captain, and Morley, the crew. The", "Morley stiffened in alarm. \"Is anything—\" He quailed under Madsen's\n glare.", "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", "\"Campsite,\" he grunted.\n\n\n \"Alabama,\" Morley murmured.\n\n\n Madsen goggled. \"Are you delirious? What do you mean—Alabama?\"", "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.", "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach.", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "tins of emergency food concentrate were stowed in two knapsacks. Madsen\n took charge of the sextant, and Morley carried a lightweight repeating", "Madsen spoke first. \"You probably got some mud in the barrel when we\n stopped last time,\" he accused. \"Look at us now.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "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 biting contempt involved, and the Charybdis of attempting to land\n single handed on Japetus, less than five hundred miles below. Neither\n course was appealing.", "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", "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,", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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", "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 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", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "\"Were you ever wrecked before, Madsen?\"\n\n\n \"Once, on Venus. Cartographic expedition.\"\n\n\n \"What happened?\"", "situation crystallized twenty-four hours out of Port Ulysses. Morley\n was poring over the Ephemeris prior to taking his watch at the controls", "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", "scouring the miniature mountains for Japori crystals, with Madsen,\n MADSEN! for his only companion.\nA week later the Solarian teetered down to a landing at Port Ulysses.", "\"Poisonous and carnivorous, too,\" said Morley, shakingly. \"I remember\n reading that Valdez dissected one when he first landed here twenty", "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.", "\"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.", "\"Campsite,\" he grunted.\n\n\n \"Alabama,\" Morley murmured.\n\n\n Madsen goggled. \"Are you delirious? What do you mean—Alabama?\"" ], [ "Morley was sweating, gently and steadily. His palms were wet, and the\n thin thoughtful face, shining in the glow of the instrument panel", "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach.", "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 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", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "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", "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 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 climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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", "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.", "blaster he had drawn and looked whitely at Morley.", "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.", "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", "Morley digested this, while Oscar basked in the light of his own\n knowledge, enjoying himself hugely.\n\n\n \"And the trips, Oscar?\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"Once or twice.\" Morley was almost apologetic. \"But I learned judo a\n few years ago, just for the hell of it, so I didn't get hurt much.\"", "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," ], [ "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", "Morley digested this, while Oscar basked in the light of his own\n knowledge, enjoying himself hugely.\n\n\n \"And the trips, 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.", "\"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.\"", "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach.", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "Satellites, Inc., had done as well as possible with the raw material\n known as Morley, Vincent, No. 4628. His psychograph indicated a born", "Morley was sweating, gently and steadily. His palms were wet, and the\n thin thoughtful face, shining in the glow of the instrument panel", "MORLEY'S WEAPON\nBy D. W. BAREFOOT\nOut of the far reaches of the universe sped", "He didn't know, or need to know that other generations of Morleys had\n fought in revolutions, or sailed in square riggers, or clawed gold from", "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", "except for several articles which Morley unobtrusively stowed away\n about his person.", "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", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "\"Once or twice.\" Morley was almost apologetic. \"But I learned judo a\n few years ago, just for the hell of it, so I didn't get hurt much.\"", "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", "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.", "blaster he had drawn and looked whitely at Morley.", "His doubts were hidden, and Morley thanked him with his eyes." ], [ "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", "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", "Madsen was at the controls. Without a single spoken word on the\n subject, he was automatically the captain, and Morley, the crew. The", "He was fairly popular with the crew, except for a big Norwegian from\n New York, named Olaf Madsen. Madsen was a chunky, hard bitten veteran", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "Morley stiffened in alarm. \"Is anything—\" He quailed under Madsen's\n glare.", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "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 was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "Madsen spoke first. \"You probably got some mud in the barrel when we\n stopped last time,\" he accused. \"Look at us now.\"", "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", "and then crumpled completely against an outcropping granite ledge.\n Finally Morley gulped audibly, and Madsen laughed.", "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 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.", "Madsen blinked, and seeming to find expression difficult, forbore to\n answer.", "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 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", "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.", "when he became aware that Madsen, red faced and breathing heavily, was\n peering over his shoulder." ], [ "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", "Two hours later, they plodded wearily through the last of the swamp\n onto higher ground. The two haggard, muddied figures that threw", "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", "\"And try to find a D.D. Correct. If we last that long. Let's salvage\n what we can out of this junk and shove off.\"", "\"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.'\"", "Less than three hours after the crash, the two men shouldered their\n burdens, took a bearing to determine their course, and headed into the\n south.", "When the whispering of scaled wings had died away, the castaways\n resumed their steady plodding into the south. Twice they crossed small", "practically hopeless. Our only long range gun! What do we do now if we\n do find game—dig pits for it?\"", "in. There was a hopeless hissing, a vicious clicking of mandibles. The\n struggle subsided. Once again the day was silent. Madsen holstered the", "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,", "\"Right. Two or three hundred miles to go. We might make it in two\n weeks.\"", "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", "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", "a fruitless shot. They slept and ate again, and now the last of the\n rations were gone. They went on.", "Both men whirled at a sudden crashing on their left. Something like a\n large splay footed kangaroo broke cover, and went loping away, clearing", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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.", "\"From now on, laddie, keep your eyes peeled for game, and if you see\n any, use that rifle. If we don't knock down some meat, and soon, we", "were still audible. \"It's an awful long walk back, chum, if anybody\n pulls a bull.\"", "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" ], [ "Morley was sweating, gently and steadily. His palms were wet, and the\n thin thoughtful face, shining in the glow of the instrument panel", "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 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.\"", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "\"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 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", "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 swung himself into the pilot's seat, too numb with humiliation\n to answer. Almost an hour passed before he started the regulation", "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.", "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", "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,", "\"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—\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "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", "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", "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach." ], [ "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", "Two hours later, they plodded wearily through the last of the swamp\n onto higher ground. The two haggard, muddied figures that threw", "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", "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,", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "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", "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", "Less than three hours after the crash, the two men shouldered their\n burdens, took a bearing to determine their course, and headed into the\n south.", "When the whispering of scaled wings had died away, the castaways\n resumed their steady plodding into the south. Twice they crossed small", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "As they made southing, the dull sun crept higher in the sky by\n infinitesimal degrees. Now the going became tougher. Patches of evil", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "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", "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", "\"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.'\"", "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", "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", "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", "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" ] ]

[ "The director is \"practically the czar of the world,\" and his daughter is described as", "Mart discusses that he is on a rigid schedule due to ", "What does Mart initially find to be strange about the visitor in his office?", "When the pirate shit was discovered, what was not found inside the wreckage. ", "How does the pirate slip into the offices?", "What sets this pirate apart from others?", "When he is threatened to be sent to earth, what is Tar Norn's \"ace in the hole?\"", "What is it that Tar Norm demands?", "How are Venutians the personification of oxymorions?" ]

[ [ "Being very much like a \"mean girl.\"", "Being a spoiled child who is unlikable.", "Being absent most of the time and avoiding others.", "Not sharing the same attitude as her father, as she does not feel that she is \"better than others.\"" ], [ "It is a cultural thing, and he does not want to disappoint his family by deviating from the norm.", "The Director was a stickler for scheduling.", "The nature of his job.", "He has OCD and cannot deviate from his schedule." ], [ "He was supposed to meet the director earler but changed his schedule, which was against the norm.", "He is dressed in a garb that is uncommon for the area.", "He is clearly not there to see the director as he stated.", "He is wearing glasses that were not necessary for that area." ], [ "The pilot of the ship.", "A schedule.", "Maps of the area.", "Reports on other ships." ], [ "He crashes into the building.", "He walks in when no one is looking and hides until the time is right for him to show himself.", "He wears a simple discuse of tinted glasses, a wig, and a worker's uniform.", "He crawles in a window and takes a worker hostage," ], [ "He is only there to take revenge for what has been done to his people.", "He is considered one of the most cruel pirates in history. ", "He feels guilty for the things he is forced to do in his line of work.", "He is a kind person who is misunderstoon." ], [ "He wants to go to Earth anyway, and he is in need of transportationl.", "He is going to blow up the planet if his demands are not met.", "He is ready to die, and he does not want to have to take his own life.", "He has a hostage of great importance." ], [ "To marry the director's daughter.", "A ship that if fast, fuled, and ready to go.", "to be allowed to stay there because he is on the run from other pirates.", "To train as a member of their forces." ], [ "They are though to be out for revenge for what has been done to their people, but they are acutally greatful for ttheir new lifestyles.", "They are thought to enjoy their lifestyle, but they find it difficult.", "They have very impressive skill sets in particular areas, and areas that should be complementary, they have no understanding of.", "They are thought to be horrible people, but they are actually kind and helpful." ] ]

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[ [ "czar of a world. Yes, the Director could well afford to look down his\n long nose at any uniform with fewer than six stars on its right sleeve.\n But Leah didn't feel that—", "\"Your daughter, Director,\" he continued. \"If you wish to see her again,\n you will give me a ship, your\nfastest\nship.\"", "\"You won't murder your own daughter, Director. This is a bluff. But\n mine isn't. She dies at nine-thirty unless you find her. I swear that\n by the\nEternal Varga\n.\"", "of the director. He would have had no trouble finding Leah's room.\n Venusians could see in the dark and walk as silently as cats. He would\n undoubtedly have drugged Leah into unconsciousness, probably without", "reporting direct.... Listen to this, Director.\"\nThe tall slender figure of Director Barrow stood impassively beside\n Mart's desk and listened to a repetition of Wayne's report. Not a", "my—get Leah Barrow at once. Ring her room. If no answer there, get my\n housekeeper. This is Director Barrow.\"", "He turned back to the papers and finished initialing them, grinning\n inwardly at being able to say that the Director would arrive in", "ship.\"\nThere was a moment of dead, utter silence. Then Director Barrow leaned\n over the desk and flicked the key of the communicator. \"Control? Get", "communicator. \"Director Barrow? Leah isn't here. I looked in her room\n and her bed is disarranged as though she left suddenly. She always\n makes it herself as soon as she gets up.\"", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "Mart glanced at Barrow. The Director was sitting as immobile as a\n statue. His eyes were closed and every muscle of his thin face was\n tense. Probably he was trying not to look at the chronometer on the\n wall. It was nine-fifteen.", "the Venusian Pirate meant death for many, and\n\n it was Director Barrow's duty to hold him—even\n\n though it would cost his daughter's life.", "Director Barrow opened his eyes and stood up. \"Don't presume anything.\n Search here, too.\"\n\n\n The men came in and began a detailed but fruitless search. Nobody spoke\n until they left.", "He saw again the corpse-like face of the Director. Yes, they had all\n been wrong in thinking that nothing mattered to Barrow more than the\n schedules—", "Mart whistled. \"Well, the Director's due now. He'll want a search\n organized and—Wait, here he is. Tell it over again, Cap, and you'll be", "Leah with a capital L, and a fat lot of good that did him when Leah\n Barrow's father was Old Fish-face himself, Director of Comprotown.", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "rectangles. To use its language, Director Barrow, I have an ace in the\n hole.\"", "\"—before the Supreme Council on Earth,\" Mart finished. Then, glancing\n side-wise at Director Barrow and seeing him nod, he stepped forward", "Mart Wells glanced fearfully at the dial of the chronometer. It was\n eight-forty now. He turned and caught the Director's glance. \"\nThe" ], [ "Mart glanced at Barrow. The Director was sitting as immobile as a\n statue. His eyes were closed and every muscle of his thin face was\n tense. Probably he was trying not to look at the chronometer on the\n wall. It was nine-fifteen.", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart Wells glanced fearfully at the dial of the chronometer. It was\n eight-forty now. He turned and caught the Director's glance. \"\nThe", "As he walked across the field toward headquarters, Mart surveyed the\n familiar scene. Three squat freighters were up on the racks, their ugly", "twenty-one minutes exactly. It wasn't everywhere that one could make\n so accurate a prediction about anyone's arrival time, but Barrow was\n something of a chronometer himself.", "He twisted a pencil between his fingers, held himself rigid to keep\n from turning and looking at the chronometer again. It hadn't been over", "Mart's fists were clenched, his fingernails biting into the palms. But\n he knew Barrow was right; that he couldn't possibly take any other", "Mart was already running toward the corner from which he could see the\n landing field. He stopped so suddenly that the mechanic almost ran into", "Three minutes to go. Mart could see by the attitude of the others that\n they were bracing themselves for the sound of an explosion. All of them", "\"Director Barrow in?\"\n\n\n Mart glanced up at the wall clock before he answered. \"He'll be here in\n twenty-one minutes. Sit down and wait if you're off duty.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMart Wells shut off the alarm buzzer and jumped out of bed—much to his", "With a sudden intake of breath that was almost a gasp, Mart whirled and\n ran to the communicator. The others looked at him, startled. Mart was", "have made a time-bomb, even with the timer. He couldn't have rigged\n a circuit that would set off a cap! And, Mart realized suddenly, the", "\"But he's\nnot\nbluffing,\" Mart raved. \"Leah will surely die at", "ten o'clock hop. And an hour later,\nFreighter Two\nwould start to warm\n up for the eleven o'clock blasting-off. And then the others, every hour", "Mart whistled. \"Well, the Director's due now. He'll want a search\n organized and—Wait, here he is. Tell it over again, Cap, and you'll be", "Mart strode to the window and looked out so the others wouldn't see his\n face. Less than three-quarters of an hour to search all of Callisto\n within a radius of fifty miles!", "Obviously, Wayne had been thinking the same thing. \"He timed his\n arrival,\" he said bitterly. \"He gave us less than an hour. He'd", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"" ], [ "wearing tinted glasses, stood looking into the office. Mart didn't\n remember ever seeing him before—but with several hundred workmen, you\n couldn't remember all of them.", "The door opened. Mart put down the papers and glanced up.\nOne of the workmen from the smelting plant, a tall black-haired fellow", "At his desk in the Administration Building, Mart picked up the familiar\n sheaf of clearance papers waiting for his attention, and glanced", "Mart glanced at Barrow. The Director was sitting as immobile as a\n statue. His eyes were closed and every muscle of his thin face was\n tense. Probably he was trying not to look at the chronometer on the\n wall. It was nine-fifteen.", "Curiously, he turned to glance at the seated workman. But the carrier\n wave of the desk communicator hummed and he forgot his visitor as\n Captain Wayne's voice boomed in.", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "With a sudden intake of breath that was almost a gasp, Mart whirled and\n ran to the communicator. The others looked at him, startled. Mart was", "The office door opened and Captain Wayne came in, followed by Roger\n Corey. Their eyes widened as they saw the Venusian. Wayne's hand darted", "As he walked across the field toward headquarters, Mart surveyed the\n familiar scene. Three squat freighters were up on the racks, their ugly", "Mart whistled. \"Well, the Director's due now. He'll want a search\n organized and—Wait, here he is. Tell it over again, Cap, and you'll be", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart was already running toward the corner from which he could see the\n landing field. He stopped so suddenly that the mechanic almost ran into", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "\"Director Barrow in?\"\n\n\n Mart glanced up at the wall clock before he answered. \"He'll be here in\n twenty-one minutes. Sit down and wait if you're off duty.\"", "The office door opened and three uniformed mechanics from the field\n stood in the doorway. The foremost of them saluted. \"This entire\n building has been searched twice except this office. I presume—\"", "The silence of the office was broken only by the low voice of Captain\n Wayne giving orders into the communicator. Abruptly he turned to his\n superior. His face was white.", "the back of his mind. It took him a moment to trace what it was. Of\n course. The workman who was waiting for the Director was wearing tinted\n glasses.", "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "Mart Wells glanced fearfully at the dial of the chronometer. It was\n eight-forty now. He turned and caught the Director's glance. \"\nThe", "The hum of the carrier wave died and Mart clicked off the set.\n Then, belatedly, he stood up and saluted. \"Anything I can do, sir?" ], [ "\"We've examined the spaceship. No one's in it, hurt or otherwise. It's\n a single seater. A pirate ship all right.\"\n\n\n \"You sure? How can you be certain?\"", "The sardonic smile did not fade from the pirate's thin lips. He rose\n and extended his arms upward. \"I am unarmed,\" he cut in. \"It will help\n our discussion if you will verify that.\"", "The\n timer!\n\" he said grimly. \"Captain Wayne said it was missing from the\n wrecked ship. He must have—\"", "\"Looks intact, but he probably has sidearms. All the pirates carry\n them. One funny thing, Director. The timer robot has been removed from\n the control panel. What on Callisto would he want with a loose timer?\"", "The pirate's face became vicious. \"I do not think so,\" he snapped.\n \"I have taken a hostage. It was quite dark—your tiny Callisto in", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "The pirate's smile faded. \"It will take half an hour to prepare the\n ship, Director Barrow. Better not stall too long.\"", "The thought of ships reminded him of the freighters. \"Cap,\" he asked\n Wayne, \"the freighters been searched thoroughly?\"", "Venusian renegades—the pirates—got off with before then. Well—we're\n going down. Corey's found a place not too far from it where he can set", "\"Don't worry. We're armed. And the ship's pretty smashed up. Probably\n at least kayoed whoever was in it. Well, keep your key open and I'll\n call you back. We're down.\"", "Director Barrow opened his eyes and stood up. \"Don't presume anything.\n Search here, too.\"\n\n\n The men came in and began a detailed but fruitless search. Nobody spoke\n until they left.", "be. Leah is gone and the timer is gone. And a pirate ship would have\n uranite.\"", "\"Holy stars! But why should a pirate be interested in ore?\"", "out in the barren, warped hills. A gleam of metal where metal shouldn't\n have been. And it looked like a small spaceship.", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart said, his voice urgent. \"But, sir,\nLeah\n! What's one pirate\n compared to—\"", "dot an inch or two away. That was the point where Tar Norn's ship had\n wrecked itself in landing.", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "As Wayne finished, the Director asked, \"Is he armed? Anything taken\n from the ship's equipment, Captain?\"", "\"The Ganymede jewel shipments, Mart. I'd say he was bound for Gany and\n his ship went blooie while he was scudding past Callisto. He got pulled" ], [ "The sardonic smile did not fade from the pirate's thin lips. He rose\n and extended his arms upward. \"I am unarmed,\" he cut in. \"It will help\n our discussion if you will verify that.\"", "The pirate's smile faded. \"It will take half an hour to prepare the\n ship, Director Barrow. Better not stall too long.\"", "The silence of the office was broken only by the low voice of Captain\n Wayne giving orders into the communicator. Abruptly he turned to his\n superior. His face was white.", "The office door opened and three uniformed mechanics from the field\n stood in the doorway. The foremost of them saluted. \"This entire\n building has been searched twice except this office. I presume—\"", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "The pirate's face became vicious. \"I do not think so,\" he snapped.\n \"I have taken a hostage. It was quite dark—your tiny Callisto in", "Venusian renegades—the pirates—got off with before then. Well—we're\n going down. Corey's found a place not too far from it where he can set", "The office door opened and Captain Wayne came in, followed by Roger\n Corey. Their eyes widened as they saw the Venusian. Wayne's hand darted", "wearing tinted glasses, stood looking into the office. Mart didn't\n remember ever seeing him before—but with several hundred workmen, you\n couldn't remember all of them.", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "At his desk in the Administration Building, Mart picked up the familiar\n sheaf of clearance papers waiting for his attention, and glanced", "Director Barrow opened his eyes and stood up. \"Don't presume anything.\n Search here, too.\"\n\n\n The men came in and began a detailed but fruitless search. Nobody spoke\n until they left.", "ship.\"\nThere was a moment of dead, utter silence. Then Director Barrow leaned\n over the desk and flicked the key of the communicator. \"Control? Get", "The door opened. Mart put down the papers and glanced up.\nOne of the workmen from the smelting plant, a tall black-haired fellow", "\"Don't worry. We're armed. And the ship's pretty smashed up. Probably\n at least kayoed whoever was in it. Well, keep your key open and I'll\n call you back. We're down.\"", "\"Looks intact, but he probably has sidearms. All the pirates carry\n them. One funny thing, Director. The timer robot has been removed from\n the control panel. What on Callisto would he want with a loose timer?\"", "\"We've examined the spaceship. No one's in it, hurt or otherwise. It's\n a single seater. A pirate ship all right.\"\n\n\n \"You sure? How can you be certain?\"", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "He sat down at his desk again. In front of him were the signed\n clearance papers for the freighters. In half an hour he'd take out the\n papers for the first freighter. But before that half hour was up—" ], [ "The sardonic smile did not fade from the pirate's thin lips. He rose\n and extended his arms upward. \"I am unarmed,\" he cut in. \"It will help\n our discussion if you will verify that.\"", "The pirate's face became vicious. \"I do not think so,\" he snapped.\n \"I have taken a hostage. It was quite dark—your tiny Callisto in", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "course and be worthy of his post. One life couldn't weigh against the\n many lives that meeting the pirate's terms would mean. That was where", "Mart said, his voice urgent. \"But, sir,\nLeah\n! What's one pirate\n compared to—\"", "The pirate's smile faded. \"It will take half an hour to prepare the\n ship, Director Barrow. Better not stall too long.\"", "\"Holy stars! But why should a pirate be interested in ore?\"", "\"We've examined the spaceship. No one's in it, hurt or otherwise. It's\n a single seater. A pirate ship all right.\"\n\n\n \"You sure? How can you be certain?\"", "\"If that's a pirate ship, Cap, be careful!\"", "Venusian renegades—the pirates—got off with before then. Well—we're\n going down. Corey's found a place not too far from it where he can set", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "Mart growled, \"If Leah dies, I'm going to take that filthy pirate and—\"", "\"Looks intact, but he probably has sidearms. All the pirates carry\n them. One funny thing, Director. The timer robot has been removed from\n the control panel. What on Callisto would he want with a loose timer?\"", "Barrow was looking straight ahead, and not a muscle of his face moved\n until he spoke. \"I'm afraid he isn't bluffing. No reason why he should", "Barrow's face was granite-like. \"He's killed hundreds of people. If we\n release him, he'll kill hundreds more. One life cannot weigh against", "toward his holster, then relaxed as he saw Mart's blaster trained on\n the pirate.", "be. Leah is gone and the timer is gone. And a pirate ship would have\n uranite.\"", "the Venusian Pirate meant death for many, and\n\n it was Director Barrow's duty to hold him—even\n\n though it would cost his daughter's life.", "twenty-one minutes exactly. It wasn't everywhere that one could make\n so accurate a prediction about anyone's arrival time, but Barrow was\n something of a chronometer himself." ], [ "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Tar Norn could have set the timer all right. For that matter, he could\n calculate an orbit and make settings for space flight. But he couldn't", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "\"The ship?\" asked Tar Norn. \"It will take some time to fuel it and—\"\n\n\n Director Barrow's voice was positive. \"There will be no ship for you,\n Tar Norn.\"", "if one went blah away from base, it was a gone ship as far as they\n were concerned. Probably the trouble that had forced Tar Norn down on\n Callisto had been a minor matter that any Earthman could have taken in", "his stride. But to Tar Norn it meant a new ship or nothing.", "Tar Norn sat down again and folded his six-fingered hands quite calmly.\n Light from the ceiling overhead seemed to cast a malignant glow on his\n dead-white scalp.", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "But Tar Norn must have planned it all before he left the wrecked ship.\n Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the timer and—", "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "Tar Norn tossed the wig and glasses to the floor as Corey took his arm.\n His pupil-less eyes seemed to glow with anger.", "that. Corey, take him away. Lock him up until the next ship leaves for\n Earth.\"", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "Barrow shook his head. \"No use, Corey. Venusians don't mind pain as\n much as Earthmen. They almost like it. You could take him apart, and he\n wouldn't talk.\"", "Then, from the information about Callisto and Comprotown that had\n been in the papers in Tar Norn's ship, the pirate had found the home", "\"Your daughter, Director,\" he continued. \"If you wish to see her again,\n you will give me a ship, your\nfastest\nship.\"" ], [ "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "Tar Norn sat down again and folded his six-fingered hands quite calmly.\n Light from the ceiling overhead seemed to cast a malignant glow on his\n dead-white scalp.", "his stride. But to Tar Norn it meant a new ship or nothing.", "Tar Norn tossed the wig and glasses to the floor as Corey took his arm.\n His pupil-less eyes seemed to glow with anger.", "He drew a line from the point to the square. That was Tar Norn coming\n in to the town. That would have been about ten hours ago.", "\"The ship?\" asked Tar Norn. \"It will take some time to fuel it and—\"\n\n\n Director Barrow's voice was positive. \"There will be no ship for you,\n Tar Norn.\"", "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "But Tar Norn must have planned it all before he left the wrecked ship.\n Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the timer and—", "\"Your daughter, Director,\" he continued. \"If you wish to see her again,\n you will give me a ship, your\nfastest\nship.\"", "Tar Norn could have set the timer all right. For that matter, he could\n calculate an orbit and make settings for space flight. But he couldn't", "Barrow was looking straight ahead, and not a muscle of his face moved\n until he spoke. \"I'm afraid he isn't bluffing. No reason why he should", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "\"You won't murder your own daughter, Director. This is a bluff. But\n mine isn't. She dies at nine-thirty unless you find her. I swear that\n by the\nEternal Varga\n.\"", "The sardonic smile did not fade from the pirate's thin lips. He rose\n and extended his arms upward. \"I am unarmed,\" he cut in. \"It will help\n our discussion if you will verify that.\"" ], [ "Venusians were, compared to Earth standards, a strange combination of\n genius and idiocy. Brilliant mathematicians, they had no mechanical", "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "Wayne's voice was bitter. \"Venusians can't help what they are. Blame\n the Earth council that sold them those ships. If they had used more\n sense, there wouldn't be a Venusian off Venus.\"", "The Venusian glanced down at the wig and glasses. \"Standard equipment,\"\n he explained. \"I always carry them in my ship and they've come in handy\n before.\"", "Barrow shook his head. \"No use, Corey. Venusians don't mind pain as\n much as Earthmen. They almost like it. You could take him apart, and he\n wouldn't talk.\"", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "\"A Venusian wouldn't trust his own mother,\" Barrow snapped. \"He'd\n insist on taking off first and then radioing back where she is. And\n don't think he wouldn't check the fuel tanks.\"", "eclipse of its huge primary—when I was forced down. But darkness means\n nothing to a Venusian. You Earthmen play a strange game with cardboard", "\"Tell them to hurry,\" the Venusian cut in mockingly. \"They have until\n nine-thirty o'clock.\"", "nine-thirty. That damned oath.\nVarga.\nIt's the only thing a Venusian\n is afraid of. He isn't—\" His voice broke.", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "Corey started off with the Venusian.", "Venusian renegades—the pirates—got off with before then. Well—we're\n going down. Corey's found a place not too far from it where he can set", "\"Your fastest ship,\" repeated the Venusian. \"Well stocked with\n supplies. Enough to take me to—to a place in the Asteroid belt. I\n shall be too late now to carry out my original plans on Ganymede.\"", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "disguise of wig and glasses was removed, Mart noted some of the other\n distinguishing features that marked the Venusian. The general flatness", "to set off the uranite. He'd have needed a battery, a spark-coil, and—\nBut Venusians weren't mechanics.\nThey didn't understand machines, or electricity, or even simple", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"" ] ]

[ "Why is Isobar homesick for Earth?", "What is ironic about the creatures name, Grannies?", "What word best describes Isobar's personality?", "The author uses the made up word impervite to describe the dome and the gates to the entrance. What is the best definition of the word?", "What is the most significant meaning of the bagpipes in the story?", "What do you notice about the dialogue between Isobar and his colleagues?", "What does the story suggest about freedom?", "What is comedically ironic about the Grannies death?" ]

[ [ "He is tired of the Dome Commander's reign", "He is bored of the routine of his job", "He is unable to go outside on Luna and experience the valley", "He misses his family and loved ones" ], [ "They travel in groups of 12", "They are fast and lethal", "They are slow", "They are very old" ], [ "Weary", "Abrasive", "Angry", "Whiny" ], [ "Imperative", "Impenetrable", "Imperialistic", "Impervious" ], [ "No significance", "Important ceremonial piece in funerals", "They would be the cause of the survival from the Grannies", "Were played during war" ], [ "Isobar is whiny and a complainer", "The colleagues are demeaning and disrespectful towards Isobar", "Isobar does not follow protocol", "Isobar uses old fashioned verb-age compared to his colleagues" ], [ "Freedom is lack of restraint rather than your location", "Freedom is only as strong as your distance from home", "Freedom is what space exploration is for", "Freedom is unattainable" ], [ "The jabbing of colleagues about the bad bagpipe music actually caused death", "Grannies weren't actually tough at all and died so easily", "No comedic elements to the Grannies' death", "They turned to stone from the music" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It ain't Earth I'm homesick for,\" explained Isobar. \"It's—well, it's\n the things that go with it. I mean things like grass and flowers and\n trees.\"", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "\"Well, hell, aren't we all? But we can't leave here for another six\n months at least. Not till our tricks are up. I should think it'd only\n make you feel worse to see Earth.\"", "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "Isobar knew all about the Grannies. The only mobile form of life\n found by space-questing man on Earth's satellite, their name was an", "\"Excuse me, my boy,\" interrupted the aged physicist, his voice gentle,\n \"it is not mere homesickness that troubles our friend. It is something", "\"No!\"\n\n\n Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already.\n If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last\n amusement which lightened his moments of freedom—", "\"Nothing,\" shrugged Riley \"\nHe twisted\nthe mike; not me. But—how come\n you always want to take a squint at Earth when the circuit's open,\n Jonesy? Homesick?\"", "way from home. His lean, gangling frame was immured, and had been for\n six tedious Earth months, beneath the\nimpervite\nhemisphere of Lunar", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "Some minutes had passed since Isobar had left; Riley was talking to Dr.\n Loesch, head of the Dome's Physics Research Division. The older man\n nodded commiseratingly.", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "its hemispherical perimeter to a point nearly two miles from the\n Gateway. By the placement of ports and windows, Isobar was able to\n judge his location perfectly; he was opposite that portion of the", "Raptly, blissfully, all thought of caution tossed to the gentle breezes\n that ruffled his sparse hair, Isobar Jones stepped forward into the\n lunar valley....", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report," ], [ "an understatement. For the Grannies, though possessed of certain low\n intelligence, had quickly proven themselves a deadly, unyielding and\n implacable foe.", "He meant the Grannies. Again they were huddling for attack, once more,\n a solid phalanx of indestructible, granite flesh, they were smashing\n down upon the tree.", "\"After you? Those Grannies? Hell's howling acres—\nthose Grannies are\n stone dead\n!\"", "And behind these two, grim, grey, gaunt figures that moved with\n astonishing speed despite their massive bulk, came three ... six ... a\n dozen of those lunarites whom all men feared. The Grannies!\nIII", "\"Outside!\" Eagan stared at him incredulously. \"Are you mad? How about\n the Grannies?\"", "Isobar nodded. He knew what falling into the clutch of the Grannies\n meant. He had once seen the grisly aftermath of a Graniteback feast.", "For the Grannies, who had huddled for a moment as if in telepathic\n consultation, now joined forces, turned, and as one body charged", "Brown stared at this evidence of the Grannies' power with\n terror-fascinated eyes. His voice was none too firm.", "Isobar knew all about the Grannies. The only mobile form of life\n found by space-questing man on Earth's satellite, their name was an", "Isobar needed no urging. He, too, had noted how the Grannies' attack\n had stopped, how every last one of the gaunt grey beasts had suddenly,", "inches beneath one kicking foot, then the Granny fell back with a thud.\n The Graniteback was\nnot\na climber. It was far too ungainly, much too", "as it lasts, but—\" He stared down upon the gathering knot of\n Grannies unhappily—\"it's not going to last long with that bunch of", "All this Isobar knew about the Grannies. Yet:", "Worse yet, they were an enemy almost indestructible! No man had ever\n yet brought to Earth laboratories the carcass of a Grannie; science", "the carapace or exoskeleton of the Grannies was formed of something\n harder than steel, diamond, or battleplate! This flesh could be\n penetrated by no weapon known to man; neither by steel nor flame,", "Brown sobbed, not with fear but with impotent anger, and in a gesture\n of enraged desperation, hurled his now-empty weapon at the retreating\n Grannies.", "\"And quick!\" appended Brown. \"For here they come!\"\nIsobar played, blew with all his might, while the Grannies raged below.", "\"They ain't been any Grannies seen around the Dome,\" he said, \"for\n a 'coon's age. Anyhow, if I seen any comin', I could run right back\n inside—\"", "abbreviation of the descriptive one applied to them by the first Lunar\n exployers: Granitebacks. This was no exaggeration; if anything, it was", "\"Careful, boys! Drive the tank right up beneath us so we can hop in and\n get out of here! Watch the Grannies—they'll be after us the minute\n Isobar stops playing!\"" ], [ "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "But Isobar Jones, generally mild and gentle, was now in a perfect\n fury. His pale eyes blazed, he stomped his foot on the floor, and from", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "\"\nHaa-a-roong!\n\" blew Isobar Jones.\nIV", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"It is,\" promised Isobar. \"It'll be swell all weekend, Miss Sally.\n Fine sunshiny weather. You can go.\"\n\n\n \"That's wonderful. Thanks so much, Isobar.\"", "Up to this worthy strode Isobar Jones, confident and assured, exuding\n an aura of propriety.", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "\"Sort of,\" admitted Isobar guiltily.", "Isobar said stubbornly, \"Well, I sort of figured I'd amuse myself for a\n while—\"\n\n\n \"I thought that, too. And with\nwhat\n, pray, Jones?\"", "Isobar said, \"H-huh? Oh, you mean—Oh, thanks, no! I just thought mebbe\n you wouldn't mind if I—well—er—\"", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "He suddenly seemed to gain stature.\n\n\n \"No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire\n organization for your own—er—amusement.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" said Isobar.", "\"A pain!\" declared Isobar Jones. \"That's what it is; a pain in the\n stummick. Not even allowed to—Yeah?\"" ], [ "And tucking the bag under his arm, he had cautiously slipped from the\n room, down little-used corridors, and now he stood before the huge\nimpervite\ngates which were the entrance to the Dome and the doorway\n to Outside.", "its hemispherical perimeter to a point nearly two miles from the\n Gateway. By the placement of ports and windows, Isobar was able to\n judge his location perfectly; he was opposite that portion of the", "way from home. His lean, gangling frame was immured, and had been for\n six tedious Earth months, beneath the\nimpervite\nhemisphere of Lunar", "He did not have to name its reason, even to himself. For at that\n moment, there came racing around the curve of the Dome a pair of", "the carapace or exoskeleton of the Grannies was formed of something\n harder than steel, diamond, or battleplate! This flesh could be\n penetrated by no weapon known to man; neither by steel nor flame,", "out of sight. Then swiftly he pulled open the massive gate, slipped\n through, and closed it behind him.", "\"We've got\nthem\nright here on Luna. Go look out the tower window,\n Jonesy. The Dome's nestled smack in the middle of the prettiest,\n greenest little valley you ever saw.\"", "\"It says,\" stated Eagan deliberately, \"'\nIn order that work or rest\n periods of the Dome's staff may not be disturbed, it is hereby ordered", "\"It's not that. I'm trying to rouse the boys in the Dome. We're right\n opposite the atmosphere-conditioning-unit. See that grilled duct over", "He whirled, staring about him wildly, and discovered that though his\n meandering had kept him near the Dome, he had unconsciously followed", "abbreviation of the descriptive one applied to them by the first Lunar\n exployers: Granitebacks. This was no exaggeration; if anything, it was", "were useless, and time was of the essence. There was but one temporary\n way of staving off disaster. \"Over here ... this tree! Quick! Up you", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "that the playing or practicing of all or any musical instruments must\n be discontinued immediately. By order of the Dome Commander\n,' That\n means you, Jones!\"", "A flood of warmth, exhilarating after the constantly regulated\n temperature of the Dome, descended upon him. Fresh air, thin, but", "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "fragrant with the scent of growing things, made his pulses stir with\n joyous abandon. He was Outside! He was Outside, in good sunlight, at\n last! After six long and dreary months!", "there? That's an inhalation-vent. The portable transmitter's out of\n order, and our voices ain't strong enough to carry into the Dome—but", "\"But the Dome,\" pointed out Commander Eagan, \"has an air-conditioning\n system which can't be shut off. The ungodly moans of\n your—er—so-called musical instrument can be heard through the entire\n structure.\"", "On all save those occasions when a spacecraft landed in the cradle\n adjacent the gateway, these portals were doubly locked and barred. But" ], [ "encased his precious set of bagpipes. These he had taken from their\n pegs, gazed upon defiantly, and fondled with almost parental affection.", "Isobar said defiantly, \"It ain't a doodlesack. It's a bagpipe. And I\n guess I can play it if I want to—\"", "But Isobar Jones had a one-track mind. \"The pipes!\" he cried again,\n excitedly. \"That's the answer!\" And he drew the instrument into playing", "his instrument, and was now rather amazed to discover that somehow\n throughout all the excitement he had held onto it. \"Why, I just\n happened to—Oh!\nthe pipes!", "Roberts said, \"That's right. But what are\nyou\ndoing out here, Isobar?\n And why, for Pete's sake, the bagpipes?\"", "\"With the only dratted thing,\" said Isobar, suddenly petulant, \"that\n gives me any fun around this dagnabbed place! With my bagpipe.\"", "play my bagpipes! I know these lunks around here don't appreciate good\n music, so I always go in my office and lock the door after me—\"", "knew was that above the skirling drone of his pipes there came another\n sound, the metallic clanking of a man-made machine ... an armored tank,", "Then the answer from below. The fantastic answer in Sparks' familiar\n voice. The answer that caused the bagpipes to slip from Isobar's\n fingers as Isobar Jones passed out in a dead faint:", "position, bag cuddled beneath one arm-pit, drones stiffly erect over\n his shoulder, blow-pipe at his lips. His cheeks puffed, his breath", "And Roberts roared, above the skirling of the\npiobaireachd\ninto", "\"Oh—the pipes?\" Isobar flushed painfully. He had almost forgotten\n his original reason for adventuring Outside, had quite forgotten", "the sound of these pipes is! And Commander Eagan told me just a short\n while ago that the sound of the pipes carries all over the building!", "And—even he could not have foreseen the astounding results of\n his piping! What happened next was as astonishing as it was", "Coghiegh nha Shie\nwhose keening is like the\n sound of a sobbing nation.\nThe Cock o' the North\n, he played, and", "So stunned with surprise was Isobar that his grip on the pipes relaxed,\n his lips almost slipped from the reed. But Brown's delighted bellow\n lifted his paralysis.", "\"\nStop talking!\n\" roared Roberts. \"Stop talking, guy, and start\n blowing! I think you've got something there. Anyhow, it's our last\n hope.\nBlow!\n\"", "Followed then what, under somewhat different circumstances, should have\n been a piper's dream. For Isobar had an audience which would not—and\n in two cases", "dared\nnot—allow him to stop playing. And to this\n audience he played over and over again his entire repertoire. Marches,\n flings, dances—the stirring", "\"Well,\" he said, \"one man's fish—hey, Jonesy? Too bad you can't play\n your doodlesack any more, but frankly, I'm just as glad. Of all the\n awful screeching wails—\"" ], [ "\"I—er—I beg your pardon, Isobar?\" queried a mild voice.\n\n\n Isobar started. His sallow cheeks achieved a sickly salmon hue. He\n blinked nervously.", "to himself. The plate dulled. Isobar said, \"Nuts!\" and returned to\n his duties. He jotted neat ditto marks under the word \"Clear\" which,", "\"Ask him,\" whispered Isobar eagerly. \"Sparks, don't forget to ask him!\"\nRiley motioned for silence, but nodded. He finished the weather report,", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "\"Never mind that,\" snapped Isobar, \"now!\" Placid by nature, he could\n move when urgency drove. His quick mind saw the immediateness of their", "\"\nHaa-a-roong!\n\" blew Isobar Jones.\nIV", "\"I will,\" promised Isobar, \"don't worry.\"\nWilkins moved away. Isobar waited until the Patrolman was completely", "\"It's no use, Isobar. You trying to scare them off? They have no sense\n of hearing. That's been proven—\"\n\n\n Isobar took his lips from the reed to explain.", "\"Almost,\" acknowledged Isobar gloomily. \"It prob'ly ain't right,\n though. How anybody can be expected to get\nanything\nright on this\n dagnabbed hunk o' green cheese—\"", "Some minutes had passed since Isobar had left; Riley was talking to Dr.\n Loesch, head of the Dome's Physics Research Division. The older man\n nodded commiseratingly.", "Isobar said, \"H-huh? Oh, you mean—Oh, thanks, no! I just thought mebbe\n you wouldn't mind if I—well—er—\"", "He suddenly seemed to gain stature.\n\n\n \"No, Jones, this order is final! You cannot disrupt our entire\n organization for your own—er—amusement.\"\n\n\n \"But—\" said Isobar.", "And Isobar played on. How, or what, he did not know. The memory of\n those next few minutes was never afterward clear in his mind. All he", "Isobar Jones awakened from his trance, eyes dulling. Reluctantly he\n nodded. Riley stared at him strangely, almost gently. To the other\n radioman, \"O.Q., pal,\" he said. \"Cut!\"", "\"To,\" interrupted a crisp voice, \"what?\"\n\n\n Isobar spun, flushing; his eyes dropped before those of Dome Commander\n Eagan. He squirmed.", "\"That is all,\" he concluded.\n\n\n \"O.Q.,\" verified the other radioman. Isobar writhed anxiously, prodded\n Riley's shoulder.", "Isobar was not asleep. Far from it. Wide awake and very much astir, he\n was acting in a singularly sinister role: that of a slinking, furtive\n culprit.", "\"A pain!\" declared Isobar Jones. \"That's what it is; a pain in the\n stummick. Not even allowed to—Yeah?\"", "But Isobar Jones, generally mild and gentle, was now in a perfect\n fury. His pale eyes blazed, he stomped his foot on the floor, and from", "If home is where the heart is, Horatio Jones—known better as \"Isobar\"\n to his associates at the Experimental Dome on Luna—was a long, long" ], [ "fragrant with the scent of growing things, made his pulses stir with\n joyous abandon. He was Outside! He was Outside, in good sunlight, at\n last! After six long and dreary months!", "\"No!\"\n\n\n Isobar wriggled desperately. Life on Luna was sorry enough already.\n If now they took from him the last remaining solace he had, the last\n amusement which lightened his moments of freedom—", "\"I heard you, Jones. And please let me hear no more of such talk, sir!\n It is strictly forbidden for anyone to go Outside except in cases of\n absolute necessity. Such labor as caused Patrolmen Brown and Roberts to\n go, for example—\"", "\"\nStop talking!\n\" roared Roberts. \"Stop talking, guy, and start\n blowing! I think you've got something there. Anyhow, it's our last\n hope.\nBlow!\n\"", "\"I know,\" complained Isobar. \"And that's what makes it even worse. All\n that pretty, soft, green stuff Outside—and we ain't allowed to go out\n in it. Sometimes I get so mad I'd like to—\"", "How long he wandered thus, carefree and utterly content, he could not\n afterward say. It seemed like minutes; it must have been longer. He", "were useless, and time was of the essence. There was but one temporary\n way of staving off disaster. \"Over here ... this tree! Quick! Up you", "anything\nto retrieve his lost happiness, rid\n his soul of its dark oppression. His world-sickness is like a crying\n hunger—By the way, where is he now?\"", "\"Well, that's the way it goes. We knew what we were risking when we\n volunteered to come Outside. This damn moon! It'll never be worth", "\"", "\"What? Why—why, yes, but—\"\n\n\n \"Without buts,\" said Sparks grumpily. \"Yours not to reason why; yours\n but to do or don't. Will you do it?\"", "they find themselves, they rebel in curious ways. Suicide ... mad acts\n of valor ... deeds of cunning or knavery....\"", "\"Below, I guess. In his quarters.\"\n\n\n \"Ah, good! Perhaps he is sleeping. Let us hope so. In slumber he will\n find peace and forgetfulness.\"", "\"Hold on!\" roared Roberts. His warning came just in time. Once more,\n the three tree-sitters shook like dried peas in a pod as their leafy", "\"If they hear this, they'll get mad because I'm disobeyin' orders.\n They'll start lookin' for me. If they can't find me inside, maybe", "\"Then I—I guess it won't be long now,\" he mourned. \"If we could have\n only got a message through, they would have sent out an armored car to\n pick us up. But as it is—\"", "\"Six solid months! Six sad, dreary months!\" thought Isobar, \"Locked up\n in an airtight Dome like—like a goldfish in a glass bowl!\" Sunlight?", "And tucking the bag under his arm, he had cautiously slipped from the\n room, down little-used corridors, and now he stood before the huge\nimpervite\ngates which were the entrance to the Dome and the doorway\n to Outside.", "\"Well,\" he said, \"one man's fish—hey, Jonesy? Too bad you can't play\n your doodlesack any more, but frankly, I'm just as glad. Of all the\n awful screeching wails—\"", "Desperately they clung to their perches. Though the great tree bent, it\n did not break. But when it stopped trembling, it was canted drunkenly" ], [ "\"After you? Those Grannies? Hell's howling acres—\nthose Grannies are\n stone dead\n!\"", "He meant the Grannies. Again they were huddling for attack, once more,\n a solid phalanx of indestructible, granite flesh, they were smashing\n down upon the tree.", "an understatement. For the Grannies, though possessed of certain low\n intelligence, had quickly proven themselves a deadly, unyielding and\n implacable foe.", "For the Grannies, who had huddled for a moment as if in telepathic\n consultation, now joined forces, turned, and as one body charged", "Brown sobbed, not with fear but with impotent anger, and in a gesture\n of enraged desperation, hurled his now-empty weapon at the retreating\n Grannies.", "as it lasts, but—\" He stared down upon the gathering knot of\n Grannies unhappily—\"it's not going to last long with that bunch of", "snapped; when the Grannies again withdrew, complacently unaware that\n the \"lethal ray\" of Brown's Haemholtz was wasting itself upon their", "\"Outside!\" Eagan stared at him incredulously. \"Are you mad? How about\n the Grannies?\"", "All this Isobar knew about the Grannies. Yet:", "Brown stared at this evidence of the Grannies' power with\n terror-fascinated eyes. His voice was none too firm.", "\"And quick!\" appended Brown. \"For here they come!\"\nIsobar played, blew with all his might, while the Grannies raged below.", "\"Lucky, no. Stiffs, maybe—if they should meet any Grannies. Well,\n scoot along. I'm on the ether in four point sixteen minutes.\"", "There was no doubt about it; the Grannies\nliked\nthis music. Eyes", "Isobar needed no urging. He, too, had noted how the Grannies' attack\n had stopped, how every last one of the gaunt grey beasts had suddenly,", "Roberts moaned.\n\n\n \"Oh, Lord! A guy can't even die in peace!\"\n\n\n And Brown stared at him hopelessly.", "\"Careful, boys! Drive the tank right up beneath us so we can hop in and\n get out of here! Watch the Grannies—they'll be after us the minute\n Isobar stops playing!\"", "Isobar nodded. He knew what falling into the clutch of the Grannies\n meant. He had once seen the grisly aftermath of a Graniteback feast.", "And behind these two, grim, grey, gaunt figures that moved with\n astonishing speed despite their massive bulk, came three ... six ... a\n dozen of those lunarites whom all men feared. The Grannies!\nIII", "\"It is funny, yes,\" he agreed, \"but at the same time it is not\n altogether amusing. I feel sorry for him. He is a very unhappy man, our\n poor Isobar.\"", "\"They ain't been any Grannies seen around the Dome,\" he said, \"for\n a 'coon's age. Anyhow, if I seen any comin', I could run right back\n inside—\"" ] ]

[ "How did Marty run away from his parents' house?", "How was the Astronomy class different from Celestial Navigation?", "Why was Marty disinterested in poetry?", "Where was Marty flying with Nan when he hit turbulence?", "Why does Nan want Marty to sell his racing-plane?", "Who was MacKenzie?", "Why did the Personnel Manager show Ish Earth?", "Why did MacKenzie hypnotize Ish?" ]

[ [ "He didn't. He hid behind the porch stairs.", "He hopped on a bus.", "He walked down the street, ignoring his father's yells.", "He flew away in a rocket." ], [ "It concentrated more on math and engineering.", "It focused on the characteristics of stars instead of the navigational functions.", "It was part of the liberal arts track.", "It was much harder than Celestial Navigation." ], [ "He considered poetry more of a hobby than a serious craft.", "He only cared to study topics related to flying.", "He wasn't impressed by the creations of man.", "He liked poetry, but not poetry that was four hundred years old." ], [ "The first leg of the Vandenberg Cup.", "Outer space.", "Florida.", "The Air Force base." ], [ "So he can get a new job, and they can afford to get married.", "She wants him to give up his dream of becoming a rocket pilot.", "It is old and costs a lot to maintain.", "She was scared of flying." ], [ "An Air Force colonel.", "The Flight Surgeon.", "His college advisor.", "A psychiatrist." ], [ "To show him how far away he was from home.", "So that he would choose to stay.", "To show him the grandeur of the planet.", "To convince him to leave." ], [ "So that he could meet with the Personnel Manager.", "To eliminate his thrill-seeking tendencies, which were a liability.", "The incident in the Everglades indicated he was a physical danger to himself and others.", "To make him believe he was in space." ] ]

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[ [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "\"Marty!\"", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"Crazy kid,\" Howard Isherwood muttered. He stared at the figure of his\n son as the boy reached the end of the walk and turned off into the\n street. \"", "\"Are you sure, Howard?\" his wife asked faintly.\n\n\n \"Yes, I'm\nsure\n!\"\n\n\n \"But, where's he going?\"", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "Suddenly, he was tired, there was something in him that was trying to\n break out against his will, and his reaction was that of a child whose\n candy is being taken away from him after only one bite.", "Ish could feel the anger that still ran through him—anger, and more\n fear than he wanted to admit. \"I'm due at a briefing,\" he said tautly.\n \"You through with me?\"", "Ish slammed the door behind him. He stood in the corridor, jamming a\n fresh cigarette in his mouth. He threw a glance at his watch. Twelve\n hours, twenty-two minutes, and four days to go.", "And he stood there, shaking like a leaf, outraged, while the guards came\n and got her.", "Howard Isherwood, stocky, red-faced, forty-seven, and defeated, turned\n away from the retreating bus and looked at his wife. \"I don't know,\" he", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all", "\"All right,\" he mumbled. \"Okay. I'm up.\" He sat on the edge of his bunk\n looking down at his hands. They were blue under the fingernails. He\n sighed, feeling the air moving down into his lungs.", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"" ], [ "Isherwood shook his head. \"Uh-unh. Not interested. No time. And that\n Astronomy course isn't a breather. Different slant from Cee Nav—they", "The faculty advisor snorted. \"A snap course. A breather, after you've\n studied the same stuff in Celestial Navigation. What's the matter, Ish?\n Scared of liberal arts?\"", "\"I'm signed up for Astronomy 101,\" Isherwood pointed out.", "fifteen pounds, I'm five feet tall, and I know more navigation and math\n than anybody the Air Force or Navy have! I can use words like\n brennschluss and mass-ratio without running over to a copy of", "won't be talking about stars as check points, but as things in\n themselves.\" Something seemed to flicker across his face as he said it.", "Somehow, Ish was not astonished. He looked up at the Earth, touched by\n cloud and sunlight, marked with ocean and continent, crowned with ice.\n The unblinking stars filled the night.", "The advisor missed it; he was too engrossed in his argument. \"Still a\n snap. What's the difference, how you look at a star?\"", "was the way the image had slowly built up in his mind, through the\n years, through the training, through the work. It was what he had aimed\n the\nNavion", "\"Not long,\" the Personnel Manager said. He half-turned and pointed up at\n the Earth, hanging just beyond the wall of the crater in which they were\n suddenly standing.\n\n\n \"Earth,\" the Personnel Manager said.", "you'll\nreally\nget an idea of how fast we're going.\" He nudged the\n wheel forward, and the\nNavion", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"There was no other way to do it! I had to cancel out the thrill that\n comes from challenging the unknown. You knew what death was like, and\n you knew what the Moon was like. Can you understand why I had to do it?\"", "with his spinner. His lips peeled back from his teeth, and his jaw set.\n The\nNavion\nwent up at the clouds, her engine turning over as fast as", "The Moon opened its face to him. From where he lay, strapped into the\n control seat in the forward bubble, he looked at it emotionlessly, and\n began to brake for a landing.", "He looked around him. The Moon was silent—quiet, patient, waiting.\n Somewhere, a metal glint against the planet above, if it were only large\n enough to be seen, was the Station, and the ship for which the Moon had\n waited.", "HE BROUGHT the Mark VII out of her orbit after two days of running rings\n around the spinning Earth, and the world loved him. He climbed out of", "He looked for footprints in the crater, though he knew he hadn't left\n any. Earth was a familiar sight over his right shoulder.", "\"Streamlined, huh?\" he said bitterly.\n\n\n \"It's a little different for everybody,\" she said with unexpected\n gentleness. \"It would have to be, wouldn't it?\"", "Navion\ndipped its nose in a shallow dive,\n flattening out thirty feet above the mangrove. The swamp howled with the", "He remembered the time with the\nNavion\n, and nodded. \"I might have.\"" ], [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "The advisor lifted two fingers to the bartender and shrugged. \"It's a\n poem; about four hundred years old, as a matter of fact.\"\n\n\n \"Oh.\"", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "Ish took a swallow of his beer. \"Well, now, if I was a poet, I'd say it\n was the finest thing that man has ever done.\"", "THE SMALL man looked at his faculty advisor. \"No,\" he said. \"I am not\n interested in working for a degree.\"", "\"Marty!\"", "\"It wasn't any good was it? You'd done it all before; you'd been there.\"\n\n\n He was past emotions. \"Yeah?\"", "\"I'm sorry, Marty,\" she said in a rush. \"I didn't understand. I couldn't", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "Isherwood almost winced. \"Call it a hobby,\" he said. He looked down at", "huskily quiet as he said his few words into the network microphones. And\n he was not satisfied. There was no peace in his eyes, and his hands\n moved even more sharply in their expressive gestures as he gave an", "All she could think of to say was, \"But, Darling, there\naren't\nany\n man-carrying rockets.\"\n\n\n \"That's not my fault,\" he said, and walked away from her.", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all", "Suddenly, he was tired, there was something in him that was trying to\n break out against his will, and his reaction was that of a child whose\n candy is being taken away from him after only one bite.", "He looked at her with faint surprise on his face. \"Well, Nan!\" he\n mumbled. But he did not put his hand over her own where it touched his\n shoulder.", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "Isherwood shook his head. \"Uh-unh. Not interested. No time. And that\n Astronomy course isn't a breather. Different slant from Cee Nav—they", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"" ], [ "\"Relax, Nan,\" he said, his words colored by the lingering laughter.\n \"It's only air; nasty old air.\"", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "aircraft leveled off as he pushed at the wheel with suddenly lax hands.\n Still half-lost, he turned and looked at the white-faced girl. \"Scare\n you—?\" he asked gently.", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "girl in the other half of the side-by-side was thrown against him. Ish\n laughed, a sound that came out of his throat as turbulently as that", "Nan could see that. Four years ago, he had been different. Four years\n ago, if she had only known the right words, he wouldn't be so intent now\n on throwing himself away to the sky.", "He looked at her with faint surprise on his face. \"Well, Nan!\" he\n mumbled. But he did not put his hand over her own where it touched his\n shoulder.", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "The girl patted her short hair back into place. \"I wish you wouldn't fly\n this low,\" she said, half-frightened.", "\"Marty!\"", "Nan's eyes clouded, and her lips trembled. \"That's what I've been trying\n to say.\nWhy", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "The girl reached up, as if the physical touch could bring him back to\n her, and put her fingers around his wrist. \"Darling!\" she said. \"If it's\n that\nrocket\npilot business again....\"", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all", "with his spinner. His lips peeled back from his teeth, and his jaw set.\n The\nNavion\nwent up at the clouds, her engine turning over as fast as", "you'll\nreally\nget an idea of how fast we're going.\" He nudged the\n wheel forward, and the\nNavion", "A week later, he took his stripped-down F-110 across the last line with\n a scream like that of a hawk that brings its prey safely to its nest.", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little." ], [ "Why\ndo you have to win the Vandenberg Cup next week? Why can't\n you sell the Foo and go into some kind of business? You're a trained\n pilot.\"", "Nan could see that. Four years ago, he had been different. Four years\n ago, if she had only known the right words, he wouldn't be so intent now\n on throwing himself away to the sky.", "a racing-plane? Everything I own is tied up in the Foo, my ground crew,\n my trailer, and that scrummy old Ryan that should have been salvaged ten\n years ago. I", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "\"Relax, Nan,\" he said, his words colored by the lingering laughter.\n \"It's only air; nasty old air.\"", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "you'll\nreally\nget an idea of how fast we're going.\" He nudged the\n wheel forward, and the\nNavion", "Nan's eyes clouded, and her lips trembled. \"That's what I've been trying\n to say.\nWhy", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "with his spinner. His lips peeled back from his teeth, and his jaw set.\n The\nNavion\nwent up at the clouds, her engine turning over as fast as", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "A week later, he took his stripped-down F-110 across the last line with\n a scream like that of a hawk that brings its prey safely to its nest.", "He looked at her with faint surprise on his face. \"Well, Nan!\" he\n mumbled. But he did not put his hand over her own where it touched his\n shoulder.", "aircraft leveled off as he pushed at the wheel with suddenly lax hands.\n Still half-lost, he turned and looked at the white-faced girl. \"Scare\n you—?\" he asked gently.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all", "around this way again.\" Suddenly, he found himself pleading. \"All I need\n is a week,\" he said. \"It'll be a rough week—no picnic, no pleasures of", "All she could think of to say was, \"But, Darling, there\naren't\nany\n man-carrying rockets.\"\n\n\n \"That's not my fault,\" he said, and walked away from her.", "The girl reached up, as if the physical touch could bring him back to\n her, and put her fingers around his wrist. \"Darling!\" she said. \"If it's\n that\nrocket\npilot business again....\"", "\"Marty!\"" ], [ "MacKenzie's face passed no judgements—he simply hunched in his chair,\n seemingly dwarfed by the shoulders of his perfectly tailored suit, his", "MacKenzie seemed to collapse in his chair. The brief commanding burst\n was over, and his face was apologetic, \"Sorry,\" he said. He seemed", "\"We couldn't take the chance.\" MacKenzie was trying desperately to\n explain. \"You were the best there was—but you'd done something to", "MacKENZIE didn't seem to be taking any notes, or paying any special\n attention to the answers Ish was giving to his casual questions. But the\n questions fell into a pattern that was far from casual, and Ish could", "MacKenzie grunted. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright in his chair, and swung\n toward Ish. His lean arm shot out, and his index finger was aimed\n between Isherwood's eyes. \"You can't go!\"", "\"Ish.\"\n\n\n It was MacKenzie, bending over him.\n\n\n Ish grunted.", "MacKenzie nodded, still embarrassed. \"Sorry.\"", "\"Fellow named MacKenzie. Big gun in the head-thumping racket.\" The\n Flight Surgeon was trying to be as casual as he could. \"Air Force", "\"I hypnotized you,\" MacKenzie said. \"You were never dead. I don't know\n what the details of your hallucination were, but the important part came", "\"I don't know,\" MacKenzie said softly. \"I wish I did.\"", "MacKENZIE was waiting for him in the crew section. Ish flicked his\n stolid eyes at him, shrugged, and stripped out of his clothes. He pulled", "Ish knew the normal reaction a statement like that should have brought.\n MacKenzie's face did not go into a blank of repression—but it still\n passed no judgements.", "\"Been working your own way for the last seventeen years, haven't you?\"\n MacKenzie seemed to mumble in a perfectly clear voice.\n\n\n Ish nodded.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "good as said so. After that—\" His voice had regained some of its former\n animation from this new source. Now he broke off, and shrugged. \"I've\n told you all this before.\"", "\"Can it! Who's your Section boss? Get him down here. On the double. Come\n on!\" His face was streaming with perspiration but his voice was firm\n with the purpose that drove him.", "The girl reached up, as if the physical touch could bring him back to\n her, and put her fingers around his wrist. \"Darling!\" she said. \"If it's\n that\nrocket\npilot business again....\"", "see how much it all meant.\" Her face was flushed, and she spoke as\n rapidly as she could, not noticing that Ish had already gestured away\n the guards she was afraid would interrupt her.", "The advisor, not much older than Isherwood, shrugged, defeated. \"Crazy,\"\n he muttered. But it was a hot day, and he was as thirsty as the next\n man.", "huskily quiet as he said his few words into the network microphones. And\n he was not satisfied. There was no peace in his eyes, and his hands\n moved even more sharply in their expressive gestures as he gave an" ], [ "THE PERSONNEL Manager wore a perfectly-tailored suit. He strode across\n the lobby floor toward Ish, his hand outstretched.", "The Personnel Manager smiled. \"I was about to say something.\"\n\n\n Ish stopped, abashed. \"Sorry.\"", "The Personnel Manager hesitated. \"Suppose—\" he began, but Ish\n interrupted him.", "\"Not long,\" the Personnel Manager said. He half-turned and pointed up at\n the Earth, hanging just beyond the wall of the crater in which they were\n suddenly standing.\n\n\n \"Earth,\" the Personnel Manager said.", "\"I'll bet,\" Ish said dryly, giving the Personnel Manager's hand a short\n shake. \"I've got other ideas. I want out.\"", "\"All right,\" the Personnel Manager said. His face was grave, but his\n eyes were shining a little.", "Ish found himself liking the man. He had a job to do, and after the\n preliminary formality of the greeting had been passed, he was ready to", "The Personnel Manager frowned. \"Um. Yes. Well, that's not unprecedented.\"\n\n\n \"But hardly usual,\" he added.", "Ish could feel the anger that still ran through him—anger, and more\n fear than he wanted to admit. \"I'm due at a briefing,\" he said tautly.\n \"You through with me?\"", "Somehow, Ish was not astonished. He looked up at the Earth, touched by\n cloud and sunlight, marked with ocean and continent, crowned with ice.\n The unblinking stars filled the night.", "The Personnel Manager sighed again. \"There wouldn't be, you know. Taking\n off from the Station, landing here—vacuum.\"", "She smiled back. \"It happens.\"\n\n\n He took time to give her one more smile and a half-wink, and swung back\n to the Personnel Manager.", "He looked up at her face and shook his head in quiet pity. One of the\n shocked technicians was trying to pull her away, and Ish made no move to\n stop him.", "\"Don't you see,\" Ish said, \"It\ncan't\nbe the same. I didn't push the\n beast up here. There wasn't any\nfeel\nto it. There wasn't any sound of\n rockets.\"", "Ish answered him truthfully, without more than ordinary reservations.\n This was the man who could ground him He was dangerous—red-letter\n dangerous—because of it.\n\n\n \"No family.\"", "in the dark background of his mind, they only served to push him faster,\n as they always had. Nothing but death could stop him now.\nISH LOOKED up bitterly at the Receptionist. \"No,\" he said.", "\"Ish.\"\n\n\n It was MacKenzie, bending over him.\n\n\n Ish grunted.", "MacKENZIE didn't seem to be taking any notes, or paying any special\n attention to the answers Ish was giving to his casual questions. But the\n questions fell into a pattern that was far from casual, and Ish could", "see how much it all meant.\" Her face was flushed, and she spoke as\n rapidly as she could, not noticing that Ish had already gestured away\n the guards she was afraid would interrupt her.", "Ish shook his head. \"There'd still be a sound. Maybe not for anybody\n else to hear—and, maybe, maybe there\nwould\nbe. There'd be people,\n back on Earth, who'd hear it.\"" ], [ "\"I hypnotized you,\" MacKenzie said. \"You were never dead. I don't know\n what the details of your hallucination were, but the important part came", "MacKENZIE didn't seem to be taking any notes, or paying any special\n attention to the answers Ish was giving to his casual questions. But the\n questions fell into a pattern that was far from casual, and Ish could", "\"Ish.\"\n\n\n It was MacKenzie, bending over him.\n\n\n Ish grunted.", "MacKenzie grunted. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright in his chair, and swung\n toward Ish. His lean arm shot out, and his index finger was aimed\n between Isherwood's eyes. \"You can't go!\"", "Ish knew the normal reaction a statement like that should have brought.\n MacKenzie's face did not go into a blank of repression—but it still\n passed no judgements.", "MacKENZIE was waiting for him in the crew section. Ish flicked his\n stolid eyes at him, shrugged, and stripped out of his clothes. He pulled", "MacKenzie's face passed no judgements—he simply hunched in his chair,\n seemingly dwarfed by the shoulders of his perfectly tailored suit, his", "\"Been working your own way for the last seventeen years, haven't you?\"\n MacKenzie seemed to mumble in a perfectly clear voice.\n\n\n Ish nodded.", "\"We couldn't take the chance.\" MacKenzie was trying desperately to\n explain. \"You were the best there was—but you'd done something to", "MacKenzie seemed to collapse in his chair. The brief commanding burst\n was over, and his face was apologetic, \"Sorry,\" he said. He seemed", "Ish willed his eyes to open. He felt his heart begin to move again, felt\n the blood sluggishly beginning to surge into his veins. His hands and\n feet were very cold.", "\"I don't know,\" MacKenzie said softly. \"I wish I did.\"", "see how much it all meant.\" Her face was flushed, and she spoke as\n rapidly as she could, not noticing that Ish had already gestured away\n the guards she was afraid would interrupt her.", "Ish could feel the anger that still ran through him—anger, and more\n fear than he wanted to admit. \"I'm due at a briefing,\" he said tautly.\n \"You through with me?\"", "Ish ignored the man's obvious feelings. He stopped at the door to send a\n parting stroke at the thing that had frightened him. \"Big gun in the", "\"ISH! HEY, Ish, wake up, will you!\" There was a hand on his shoulder.\n \"Will you get a\nload\nof this guy!\" the voice said to someone else. \"An", "MacKenzie nodded, still embarrassed. \"Sorry.\"", "Ish could feel his jaw muscles bunching. \"Don't put words in my mouth!\"\n he snapped. \"Just get me back, and we'll split hairs about it when I get", "Ish found himself liking the man. He had a job to do, and after the\n preliminary formality of the greeting had been passed, he was ready to", "\"Fellow named MacKenzie. Big gun in the head-thumping racket.\" The\n Flight Surgeon was trying to be as casual as he could. \"Air Force" ] ]

[ "How did Grunfeld measure the size of Uranus?", "Why did the crew of the Prospero change the colors representing the other four ships?", "Why was there only one ship from Earth navigating space during a period of the First Interstellar War?", "Why did the Space Force leave its initial orbit?", "How did Grunfeld estimate the Prospero could prevent itself from zooming past Uranus into unknown space?", "What important realization did Jackson have thanks to his telepathy?", "What happened when Grunfeld saw the black pillow?" ]

[ [ "He watched it block out stars and moons and used the surrounding light to estimate its depth.", "He took readings as the Prospero flew past the planet at a chilly distance.", "He analyzed the speed of the spinning of the equatorial bands.", "He used known diameters of other stars and moons to determine the diameter of Uranus." ], [ "It revealed their respective skin and cabin temperatures as well as their gravitational pull readings. ", "It indicated that Caliban, Snug, Mother, and Starveling were flying on automatic.", "It represented their readiness to chart a course upon observing rim contact once full occultation was achieved.", "The Enemy ships were bright green, so they changed the indicators to blue." ], [ "An attack by a fission-headed anti-missile left the Combined Fleet in disarray. ", "The Enemy destroyed most Terran spaceships and continued attacking others into retreat.", "The crews of other ships were busy managing groundside and satellite rocketyards.", "The ships were unable to compete with the Enemy ships due to their lack of anti-gravity technology." ], [ "To go to an orbit at a safer distance from the Enemy.", "It was being relentlessly attacked by the nearly invisible Enemy fleet.", "To better position themselves for the task of prospecting and mineral exploitation of Mercury.", "Because the fleet was ready to begin space-to-space flights inside Earth's orbit." ], [ "Once they reached a certain diameter from Uranus, they could better attach to its orbit.", "They could ram the Enemy spaceships to slow their speed.", "They could slow the ship's speed against the planet's thick atmosphere.", "They could use the functioning solar jet to decelerate quickly." ], [ "The Enemy were the ships themselves, not their inhabitants.", "The Enemy had killed the crew from the First Uranus Expedition.", "The Space Force had lost the Battle of Jupiter.", "The Enemy used its anti-gravity capabilities to jettison from the discontinuum." ], [ "He died.", "He was reminded of life on Earth.", "He understood the true purpose of the Enemy.", "The Prospero successfully decelerated. " ] ]

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[ [ "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "than one. Grunfeld found the next sizable star due to occult. Five-six\n minutes to rim contact. He floated back a foot from the telescope,", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "leading forward.\nGrunfeld was losing the new star at 2200 miles into Uranus when he saw\n the two viridian flares flashing between it and the rim. Each flash was", "seen from Earth. Her whitish equatorial bands went from bottom to top,\n where, Grunfeld knew, they were spinning out of sight at three miles a", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "The pale greenish bulk of Uranus was centered in the big bridge\n spaceshield against the black velvet dark and bayonet-bright stars, a", "Prospero's\nbridge telescope. The star was a twentieth planetary\n diameter into Uranus, the crosslines showed—a glint almost lost in", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "The black rim of Uranus ahead suddenly brightened along its length,\n which was very slightly bowed, like a section of a giant new moon. A", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "distance from Sol. G'by, fleet. G'by, C.C.Y. spaceman.\nGrunfeld looked for the pale planet's moons. Miranda and Umbriel were", "The straight edge of Uranus was getting hazier. Even the fainter\n stars shone through, spangling it. A bell jangled and the pale green", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "ramming the gaseous bulk of Uranus. This idea of atmospheric braking\n on a grand scale had sounded possible at first suggestion, half a", "\"Thank you, Grunfeld.\" He caught the edge of the skull's answering\n grin. \"We\nare\nbeginning to hit hydrogen,\" the quiet voice went on.\n \"Forward skin temperature's up to 9 K.\"", "The cabin air was cold on Grunfeld's forehead. And now he was sure he\n felt weight—maybe five pounds of it. Suddenly aft was\nup\n. It was as\n if he were lying on his back on the spaceshield.", "Grunfeld relaxed his neck and let his gaze drift down across the\n curving star-bordered forward edge of\nProspero's" ], [ "The four telltales for the fleet unblinkingly glowed dimmest blue—one\n each for\nCaliban\n,", "satellite positions prior to the prospecting and mineral exploitation\n of the small sun-blasted planet. These five ships, each with a skeleton\n five-man crew, were essentially Ross-Smith space stations with a solar", "in line astern on slave automatic—though for months inertia\n had done all five ships' piloting. Once the buttons had been green,\n but they'd wiped that color off the boards because of the Enemy.", "\"They've seen it too,\" the captain said. He snatched up the mike and\n his next words rang through the\nProspero\n.", "Prospero\n(then only\nMercury One\n) out here.\nII", "Supposing her solar jet worked out here and she had the reaction\n mass,\nProspero\ncould have shed her present velocity in five hours,\n decelerating at a comfortable one G.", "as this again, but behind them, sunward, having altered their outward\n course by some small and as yet unpredictable angle, but no more able\n to slow\nProspero", "the needed boilable ejectant mass to slow its flight. Weeks became\n months. The ships were renamed for the planet they were aimed at. At\n least the fleet's trajectory had been truly set.", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "\"Our telescopes show no more green around Jove,\" Ness reminded him. \"We\n counted 27 rainbows of Enemy cruisers 'burning.' Captain verified the\n count.\"", "them, homing toward the Enemy. He imaged its tiny red jet over the\n great gray-green glowing plain. Four more would be taking off from the", "The blue telltales for\nCaliban\nand\nStarveling\nbegan to blink.", "too tiny to make disks, but he distinguished Ariel four diameters above\n the planet and Oberon a dozen below. Spectral sequins. If the fleet", "semi-circles, just beyond the captain, of the board. Then the muted\n interior cabin lights glowed on.\nJackson droned: \"They and their ships come from very far away, from the", "Something else shone on the board, something Grunfeld knew had to be\n wrong. Three little words: SHIP ON MANUAL.", "brightly all colors against the pale starfields, like two dead fish\n phosphorescing.\n\"The torps got to 'em,\" Croker said, pushed forward beside Grunfeld to\n the right.", "Meanwhile the five-ship fleet sped onward, its solar drive quite\n useless in this twilight region even if it could have scraped together", "five ships cracked on all possible speed, drawing on the solar drive's\n high efficiency near the sun and expending all their hydrogen and most\n material capable of being vaporized, including some of the light-metal", "five bulbous pressure suits, once more rigidly upright in their braced\n racks, that they'd been wearing during that stretch of acceleration\n inside the orbit of Mercury. He started. For a moment he'd thought" ], [ "When the First Interstellar War erupted, the pioneer fleets of Earth's\n nations had barely pushed their explorations beyond the orbit of", "Earth and get a really high-speed retrieve-and-rescue ship started out\n after us.\nIf\nwe've won the War.\"", "line. For a full year Earth, though her groundside and satellite\n rocketyards were furiously busy, had no vehicle in deep space—with one\n exception.", "During the first months the advantage lay wholly with the slim black\n cruisers of the Enemy, who had an antigravity which allowed them", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "the needed boilable ejectant mass to slow its flight. Weeks became\n months. The ships were renamed for the planet they were aimed at. At\n least the fleet's trajectory had been truly set.", "Grunfeld chopped off that train of thought short. He was young and\n the First Interstellar War had snatched him up and now it was going", "Despite his impressive maneuverability and armament, the Enemy was\n oddly timid about attacking live planets. He showed no fear of the big", "satellite positions prior to the prospecting and mineral exploitation\n of the small sun-blasted planet. These five ships, each with a skeleton\n five-man crew, were essentially Ross-Smith space stations with a solar", "However, while still accelerating into the sun for maximum boost, the\n fleet received information that two Enemy cruisers were in pursuit. The", "nearer gas giants Jupiter and Saturn. In the empty regions of space the\n relatively defenseless fleet might escape the attention of the Enemy.", "Saturn. Except for the vessels of the International Meteor Guard,\n spaceflight was still a military enterprise of America, Russia, England\n and the other mega-powers.", "than any power of travel in time or sub-space, as was first assumed.\n Earthmen could only guess at the physical appearance of the Enemy,\n since no prisoners were taken on either side.", "exception.\nAt the onset of the War a fleet of five mobile bases of the U. S. Space\n Force were in Orbit to Mercury, where it was intended they take up", "at all. They were (there's no other word for it) space animals. We've\n always thought life was a prerogative of planets, that space was", "No Enemy ship was captured, boarded, or seriously damaged—except\n for one which, apparently by a fluke, was struck by a fission-headed", "Meanwhile the five-ship fleet sped onward, its solar drive quite\n useless in this twilight region even if it could have scraped together", "caution in maneuver and making no direct attacks on planets. It was as\n if a race of heavily armed marine creatures should sink all ocean-going\n ships or drive them to harbor, but make no assaults beyond the shore", "\"I did find out at the end,\" Jackson said quietly from the left, his\n voice at last free of the trance-tone. \"The Enemy ships weren't ships", "\"Rig ship for the snowbank orbit! Snowbank orbit with stinger! Mr.\n Grunfeld, raise the fleet.\"" ], [ "The view stayed the same, though broadening out: stars above, a\n curve-edged velvet black plain below. They were orbiting.", "exception.\nAt the onset of the War a fleet of five mobile bases of the U. S. Space\n Force were in Orbit to Mercury, where it was intended they take up", "After Far Side, this \"tin can\" fleet was ordered to bypass Mercury\n and, tacking on the sun, shape an orbit for Uranus, chiefly because", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "When the First Interstellar War erupted, the pioneer fleets of Earth's\n nations had barely pushed their explorations beyond the orbit of", "the needed boilable ejectant mass to slow its flight. Weeks became\n months. The ships were renamed for the planet they were aimed at. At\n least the fleet's trajectory had been truly set.", "Earth and get a really high-speed retrieve-and-rescue ship started out\n after us.\nIf\nwe've won the War.\"", "at all. They were (there's no other word for it) space animals. We've\n always thought life was a prerogative of planets, that space was", "\"Yeah, so he kills himself fretting and the rest of us die of old age\n in the outskirts of the Solar System. Join the Space Force and See the", "Near Terra the first tactic of the black cruisers, after destroying\n Lunostrovok and Circumluna, was to hover behind the moon, as though", "drive, assembled in space and intended solely for space-to-space flight\n inside Earth's orbit. A huge paraboloid mirror, its diameter four times", "\"Rig ship for the snowbank orbit! Snowbank orbit with stinger! Mr.\n Grunfeld, raise the fleet.\"", "Titania to send their jeep to pick you up. Have to start the maneuver\n four hours this side of Uranus, though. Take that long at 1 G to shed\n it.\"", "to hover near planets without going into orbit; and a frightening\n degree of control over light itself. Indeed, their principal weapon\n was a tight beam of visible light, a dense photonic stiletto with an", "it was their torpedo taking off, to skim by Uranus in the top of the\n atmosphere and then curve inward the little their chem fuel would let", "Suddenly Grunfeld jerked his face back toward the spaceshield—so\n violently that his body began very slowly to spin in the opposite", "second. Use it all in braking and you've only taken 30 from 100. The\n launch is still going past Uranus and out of the system at 70 miles a\n second.\"", "However, while still accelerating into the sun for maximum boost, the\n fleet received information that two Enemy cruisers were in pursuit. The", "nearer gas giants Jupiter and Saturn. In the empty regions of space the\n relatively defenseless fleet might escape the attention of the Enemy.", "five bulbous pressure suits, once more rigidly upright in their braced\n racks, that they'd been wearing during that stretch of acceleration\n inside the orbit of Mercury. He started. For a moment he'd thought" ], [ "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "Supposing her solar jet worked out here and she had the reaction\n mass,\nProspero\ncould have shed her present velocity in five hours,\n decelerating at a comfortable one G.", "Grunfeld relaxed his neck and let his gaze drift down across the\n curving star-bordered forward edge of\nProspero's", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "leading forward.\nGrunfeld was losing the new star at 2200 miles into Uranus when he saw\n the two viridian flares flashing between it and the rim. Each flash was", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "interstellar night, into which the fleet would inevitably vanish....\nUnless, Grunfeld told himself ... unless the fleet shed its velocity by", "Suddenly Grunfeld jerked his face back toward the spaceshield—so\n violently that his body began very slowly to spin in the opposite", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "Prospero's\nbridge telescope. The star was a twentieth planetary\n diameter into Uranus, the crosslines showed—a glint almost lost in", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "The cabin air was cold on Grunfeld's forehead. And now he was sure he\n felt weight—maybe five pounds of it. Suddenly aft was\nup\n. It was as\n if he were lying on his back on the spaceshield.", "as this again, but behind them, sunward, having altered their outward\n course by some small and as yet unpredictable angle, but no more able\n to slow\nProspero", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "curvature. The atmosphere must have a steep gradient, Grunfeld thought,\n or they'd already be feeling decel. That stuff ahead looked more like\n water than any kind of air. It bothered him that the captain was still", "\"Thank you, Grunfeld.\" He caught the edge of the skull's answering\n grin. \"We\nare\nbeginning to hit hydrogen,\" the quiet voice went on.\n \"Forward skin temperature's up to 9 K.\"", "Pain ignored, Grunfeld pushed himself forward out of his suit and\n pulled himself past the captain's to the spaceshield.", "nearer than a light-minute, Jackson would esp it and give warning. The\n next star was still three minutes from rim contact. Grunfeld's mind\n retreated to the circumstances that had brought", "it was their torpedo taking off, to skim by Uranus in the top of the\n atmosphere and then curve inward the little their chem fuel would let" ], [ "Ness. And he wasn't, like Jackson, a telepathy-racked visionary\n entranced by the Enemy. Worry and responsibility had turned the", "\"I did find out at the end,\" Jackson said quietly from the left, his\n voice at last free of the trance-tone. \"The Enemy ships weren't ships", "\"And Jackson hears the Enemy think ... and Heimdall hears the grass\n grow,\" Croker commented with a harsh manic laugh. \"Isn't an Enemy for", "Jackson stirred in his hammock. His lips worked. \"They....\" he\n breathed. Croker and Ness instantly watched him. \"They....\"", "Jackson sighed and they both looked quickly at the dark unlined face\n above the cocoon, but the lips did not flutter again, or the eyelids.\n Croker said, \"Suppose he knows what the Enemy looks like?\"", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "The cheekpieces and foreheadpiece of Grunfeld's suit began to close on\n his face like layers of pliable ice.\n\n\n Jackson called faintly, \"\nNow\nI understand. Their ship—\" His voice\n was cut off.", "dark-circled eyes in a skull-angular face under a battered cap with a\n tarnished sunburst. Damn, thought Croker, how does the captain always\n know when Jackson's going to talk?", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "louder, though his eyes stayed shut. \"They're welcoming us, they're\n our brothers.\" The smile died. \"But they know they got to kill us, they\n know we got to die.\"", "In the aft cabin, lank hairy-wristed Croker pinned another blanket\n around black Jackson as the latter shivered in his trance. Then Croker\n turned on a small light at the head of the hammock.", "\"That's crazy,\" Grunfeld said. \"All of it. A child's picture.\"\n\n\n \"Sure it is,\" Jackson agreed.", "nearer than a light-minute, Jackson would esp it and give warning. The\n next star was still three minutes from rim contact. Grunfeld's mind\n retreated to the circumstances that had brought", "the jutting misty cheekpieces. Ahead to the left was Jackson—just\n the back of his suit, like a black snowman standing at attention,", "light at the head of Jackson's hammock, flicking his hands from the\n wrists like flippers. \"I got one thing against the sun,\" he said", "jolt of excitement that made him grin. With it came a touch on his\n shoulder. He thought, the captain always knows.", "From beyond Jackson, Ness, punching buttons, said, \"Quiet.\"", "For a moment he glimpsed Jackson's dark profile—all five suits were\n revolving in their framework. They locked into position when the men in", "decided, then shivered and started at the thought that he was alive and\n in free-fall. His body didn't feel like a mass of internal hemorrhages.\n Or did it?", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much" ], [ "The weight was stifling now, crushing—a hill of invisible sand.\n Grunfeld saw a black pillow hanging in the cabin above him aft. It had\n red fringe around it. It grew.", "The black pillow came down on him, crushing out sight, crushing out\n thought.\nThe universe was a black tingling, a limitless ache floating in a", "Then in the top of the spacefield, almost out of vision, Grunfeld saw\n the source of the pulsing glow: two sharp-ended ovals flickering", "The cabin wall moved sideways. Grunfeld's suit had begun to revolve\n slowly on a vertical axis.", "The cabin air was cold on Grunfeld's forehead. And now he was sure he\n felt weight—maybe five pounds of it. Suddenly aft was\nup\n. It was as\n if he were lying on his back on the spaceshield.", "Grunfeld relaxed his neck and let his gaze drift down across the\n curving star-bordered forward edge of\nProspero's", "The cheekpieces and foreheadpiece of Grunfeld's suit began to close on\n his face like layers of pliable ice.\n\n\n Jackson called faintly, \"\nNow\nI understand. Their ship—\" His voice\n was cut off.", "They looked away from it. Grunfeld turned around.", "Suddenly Grunfeld jerked his face back toward the spaceshield—so\n violently that his body began very slowly to spin in the opposite", "The captain was in his suit now. Grunfeld sensed a faint throbbing and\n felt a rush of cold air. The cabin refrigeration system had started up,", "Grunfeld's ice-mask was tight shut. He felt a small surge of vigor as\n the suit took over his breathing and sent his lungs a gush of high-oxy", "And now Grunfeld thought he began to feel it—the first faint thrill,\n less than a cobweb's tug, of\nweight\n.", "Grunfeld thought, now he can rest.", "captain's face into a skull which floated in Grunfeld's imagination\n when he wasn't actually seeing it, but the tired eyes deep-sunk in", "larger black infinity. Something drew back and there was a dry fiery\n wind on numb humps and ridges—the cabin air on his face, Grunfeld", "Grunfeld wet his lips. \"Captain,\" he said hesitantly. \"Captain?\"", "In the aft cabin, lank hairy-wristed Croker pinned another blanket\n around black Jackson as the latter shivered in his trance. Then Croker\n turned on a small light at the head of the hammock.", "Pain ignored, Grunfeld pushed himself forward out of his suit and\n pulled himself past the captain's to the spaceshield.", "brightly all colors against the pale starfields, like two dead fish\n phosphorescing.\n\"The torps got to 'em,\" Croker said, pushed forward beside Grunfeld to\n the right.", "Three quarters of a day later Grunfeld felt a spasm of futile fear and\n revolt as the pressure suit closed like a thick-fleshed carnivorous" ] ]

[ "According to Mr. Retief, what is the most common goal in life?", "What was the GFE?", "Why does Mr. Retief smoke cigars?", "How did Retief so effectively control Jake's actions?", "Who composed the warning letter to Sternwheeler?", "Why did Retief claim to punch Jake in the face?", "According to Jake, why did the working-class drive out the managerial class?", "How did the managerial representatives rid themselves of General Sozier?" ]

[ [ "To ride the coattails of someone else's hard work.", "To get out of meetings as quickly as possible.", "To have a government controlled by blue-collar workers.", "To have a large balance of money stored in neutral banks." ], [ "Glavian Free Electorate.", "Goodies For Everybody.", "Glorious Fun Eternally.", "Glave For Everyone." ], [ "Sternwheeler dislikes how they smell, so the meetings don't last as long.", "He loves the taste and the thick smoke clouds they create.", "He enjoys lighting them with a permatch.", "They give him more confidence and make him feel more important during conference sessions." ], [ "He made Jake believe he was a powerful diplomat.", "By punching him in the jaw.", "He mirrored Jake's societal perceptions through ticky wordplay and manipulation.", "He took the power cylinder from Jake's rifle." ], [ "Trundy and Little Moe.", "Jake, Horny, and Pud.", "General Sozier.", "The Peace Enforcers." ], [ "So that he could escape being his prisoner.", "So that Jake would have a reason to report to his superiors for failing in his duties.", "So that he could steal his weapon.", "So that he could easily enter the pumping station and meet Corasol." ], [ "They were fed poorly.", "They were tired of working for the managerial class's profit.", "They were bitter about the education they were being provided.", "They were tired of the regimentation and class structure." ], [ "They sent Retief as a mole.", "They manipulated Jake to do their bidding.", "That shot at him with machine gun turret fixed to station's rooftop.", "They blasted his car with water from the pumping station." ] ]

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[ [ "\"The most popular aspiration I know of is to live high off someone\n else's effort,\" Retief said. \"I don't know of anyone outside the Corps", "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "important intelligence.\" He blinked at Retief expectantly. Retief\n raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry.", "Retief sighed. \"The trouble with taking over your boss's job is\n discovering its drawbacks. It's disillusioning, I know, Sozier, but—\"", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "Retief rose and dusted his knees. \"That's all for now, boys,\" he said.\n \"I'll take the rest of your money later.\" He followed the junior", "\"That's enough smart talk.\" The biggest of the three newcomers moved\n up to Retief. \"You stuck your nose in at the wrong time. We just had a\n change of management around here.\"", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "The man eyed Retief's bag. \"What's in that?\"\n\n\n \"Personal belongings under duty-free entry.\"\n\n\n \"Guns?\"", "\"What are you proposing, Mr. Retief?\"", "Retief pocketed the cylinder. \"You sit in back. I'll drive.\" He wheeled\n the car off along a broad avenue crowded with vehicles and lined with", "Retief. \"You're in luck. I'm too busy right now to bother with you.\n You get back over to the port and leave the same way you came—and tell", "\"You can come out now,\" Retief said. \"They've gone.\"\n\n\n The man rose, dusting himself off. He looked over Retief's shoulder.\n \"Who's gone?\"", "\"Ambassador Sternwheeler seemed quite upset, Mr. Retief,\" the messenger\n said.\n\n\n \"He usually is, Pete.\" Retief took a cigar from his breast pocket. \"Got\n a light?\"", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "\"I heard about it,\" Retief said. \"Who do I complain to?\"\n\n\n \"Complain? What about?\"", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "\"I'd like to take a look at that message,\" Retief said. It was passed\n along to him. He read it.", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"You might start by assigning me an escort for a conducted tour of\n the capital,\" Retief went on. \"I want to be in a position to confirm" ], [ "\"GFE? GFE? What do the letters SIGNIFY?\"\n\n\n \"Glorious Fun Eternally,\" Retief suggested. \"Or possibly Goodies For\n Everybody.\"", "\"Yes, of course; let me have it.\"\n\n\n \"What's the GFE?\" someone asked.\n\n\n \"It's the revolutionary group,\" the messenger said, passing the message\n over.", "\"Mr. Ambassador, I have a reply to your message—just received from\n Glave. It's signed by the Steward of the GFE, and I thought you'd want\n to see it at once....\"", "divert course and bypass Glave entirely. It seems the GFE wants no\n interference from meddling foreign exploiters, as they put it!\"", "\"I believe that's 'Glavian Free Electorate',\" the Third Secretary said.\n\n\n Sternwheeler stared at the paper, lips pursed. His face grew pink. He\n slammed the paper on the table.", "\"Except, presumably, the Glavian Free Electorate,\" Retief said blandly.\n \"But tell me, General—who's actually running the show?\"", "Retief grounded the lighter, in-cycled the lock and stepped out. The\n hot yellow Glavian sun beat down on a broad expanse of concrete, an", "\"It seems,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"that there has been a change in\n regime on Glave. A week ago, the government which invited the dispatch", "\"The most popular aspiration I know of is to live high off someone\n else's effort,\" Retief said. \"I don't know of anyone outside the Corps", "of this mission—and to which we're accredited—was overthrown.\n The former ruling class has fled into exile. A popular workers' and\n peasants' junta has taken over.\"", "\"Quite a bruise you've got there,\" Retief commented heartily. \"Power\n failure at sunset,\" he added softly. The technician hesitated, nodded\n and moved on.", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "Back in the car, Retief gave Jake directions. At the end of three\n hours, he had seen twelve smooth-running, heavily guarded installations.", "\"Oh, I think we need have no fear on that score,\" the Chief of the\n Political Section spoke up. \"I know these entrenched cliques. Once", "\"I heard about it,\" Retief said. \"Who do I complain to?\"\n\n\n \"Complain? What about?\"", "Back in the car, headed west, Retief studied the blank windows of\n office buildings, the milling throngs in beer bars, shooting galleries,", "\"All right, all right, that's outside my department. You better see the\n boss.\"\n\n\n \"The boss? I thought you got rid of the bosses.\"", "important intelligence.\" He blinked at Retief expectantly. Retief\n raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry.", "\"I'd like to go on record,\" Magnan piped, \"as registering my deep\n gratification at this fulfillment of popular aspirations—\"", "THIS POINT, through the chandeliered and draped ballroom and along a\n stretch of soundless carpet to a heavy door bearing a placard with the\n legend CONFERENCE IN SESSION." ], [ "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "\"Ambassador Sternwheeler seemed quite upset, Mr. Retief,\" the messenger\n said.\n\n\n \"He usually is, Pete.\" Retief took a cigar from his breast pocket. \"Got\n a light?\"", "Retief nodded. \"I only smoke this kind at conferences. It makes for\n shorter sessions.\" He stepped into the room. Ambassador Sternwheeler\n eyed him down the length of the conference table.", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "\"Here it is.\" Retief plucked a worn stub from the pocket of the soiled\n shirt sagging under the weight of braided shoulderboards. \"You can sign", "The Third Secretary produced a permatch. \"I don't know why you smoke\n those things instead of dope sticks, Mr. Retief,\" he said. \"The\n Ambassador hates the smell.\"", "Retief pocketed the cylinder. \"You sit in back. I'll drive.\" He wheeled\n the car off along a broad avenue crowded with vehicles and lined with", "The man eyed Retief's bag. \"What's in that?\"\n\n\n \"Personal belongings under duty-free entry.\"\n\n\n \"Guns?\"", "\"That's enough smart talk.\" The biggest of the three newcomers moved\n up to Retief. \"You stuck your nose in at the wrong time. We just had a\n change of management around here.\"", "important intelligence.\" He blinked at Retief expectantly. Retief\n raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry.", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "Retief dribbled ash on Sozier's desk and glanced at the green uniform\n front bulging between silver buttons.\n\n\n \"Who paid for your potbelly, Sozier?\" he inquired carelessly.", "Retief rose and dusted his knees. \"That's all for now, boys,\" he said.\n \"I'll take the rest of your money later.\" He followed the junior", "The narrow door set in the high blank wall opened as Retief approached.\n A gun barrel poked out, followed by a small man with bushy red hair. He\n looked Retief over.", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "Retief's left fist shot out to connect solidly with Jake's jaw. Jake\n dropped the gun and sat down hard. Retief turned and headed for the", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "\"You can come out now,\" Retief said. \"They've gone.\"\n\n\n The man rose, dusting himself off. He looked over Retief's shoulder.\n \"Who's gone?\"" ], [ "Retief's left fist shot out to connect solidly with Jake's jaw. Jake\n dropped the gun and sat down hard. Retief turned and headed for the", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "Retief swung into a parking lot under a high blank facade. He set the\n brake and stepped out.\n\n\n \"Lead the way, Jake.\"", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "\"Sure. Which way?\" With Jake directing, Retief ascended to the ridge\n top, cruised past the blank white facade of the station.", "\"What's it all about, Jake?\" Retief enquired. \"Since the parasites have", "Back in the car, Retief gave Jake directions. At the end of three\n hours, he had seen twelve smooth-running, heavily guarded installations.", "\"Just between us, Jake—where did the former Planetary Manager General\n go?\" Retief watched Jake's heavy face in the mirror. Jake jumped,\n clamped his mouth shut.\n\n\n \"I don't know nothing.\"", "\"The corporal's a busy man, Jake. We won't worry him by telling him\n about it.\"\n\n\n Jake followed Retief up the walk. The broad double doors were locked.\n \"Let's try the back.\"", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "\"I ain't going down there,\" Jake said sullenly.\n\n\n Retief braked. \"In that case, I'm afraid our association is at an end,\n Jake.\"", "Retief rose and dusted his knees. \"That's all for now, boys,\" he said.\n \"I'll take the rest of your money later.\" He followed the junior", "\"I must admit I'm surprised, Jake,\" Retief said. \"Everything seems\n orderly. No signs of riots or panic. Power, water, communications", "\"Ah, the good corporal. Glad you mentioned him, Jake. He's the man to\n see.\" Retief stepped out of the car and started through the crowd. A", "At the curb, Retief held out his hand. \"Give me the power cylinder out\n of your rifle, Jake.\"\n\n\n \"Huh?\"", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief." ], [ "\"As I have been explaining to the remainder of my staff for the past\n quarter-hour,\" Sternwheeler rumbled, \"I've been the recipient of", "\"Just what I was about to suggest,\" Magnan said.\n\n\n \"That might be dangerous,\" Sternwheeler said.\n\n\n \"That's why I didn't suggest it,\" Magnan said.", "who's managed it.\"\n\"Gentlemen!\" Sternwheeler bellowed. \"I'm awaiting your constructive\n suggestions—not an exchange of political views. We'll arrive off", "\"Sit down, you idiot!\" Sternwheeler roared. \"If you think I'm\n consenting to have my career blighted—my first Ambassadorial post\n whisked out from under me—the Corps made a fool of—\"", "\"It seems,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"that there has been a change in\n regime on Glave. A week ago, the government which invited the dispatch", "\"Ambassador Sternwheeler seemed quite upset, Mr. Retief,\" the messenger\n said.\n\n\n \"He usually is, Pete.\" Retief took a cigar from his breast pocket. \"Got\n a light?\"", "\"I appreciate your attitude, gentlemen,\" Sternwheeler said, studying\n the ceiling. \"But I'm afraid I must limit the privilege of volunteering\n for this hazardous duty to those officers of more robust physique,\n under forty years of age—\"", "\"Well, gentlemen! It appears our worst fears have been realized!\n This is nothing less than a warning! A threat! We're advised to", "\"Unfortunately,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"the entire affair has\n apparently been carried off without recourse to violence, leaving the\n Corps no excuse to move in—that is, it appears our assistance in\n restoring order will not be required.\"", "\"Still it's essential that we learn more of the situation than can be\n gleaned from official broadcasts,\" Sternwheeler mused. \"Now, while I", "\"Mr. Ambassador, I have a reply to your message—just received from\n Glave. It's signed by the Steward of the GFE, and I thought you'd want\n to see it at once....\"", "\"I believe that's 'Glavian Free Electorate',\" the Third Secretary said.\n\n\n Sternwheeler stared at the paper, lips pursed. His face grew pink. He\n slammed the paper on the table.", "to welcome the new government of Glave into the family of planetary\n ruling bodies—\"\n\"Sit down, Magnan!\" Sternwheeler snapped. \"Of course the Corps always\n recognizes", "\"I warned you off,\" he snapped. \"You came anyway.\" He leaned forward\n and slammed a fist down on the desk. \"You're used to throwing your", "\"You in there, Corasol! This is General Sozier, and I'm warning you to\n come out now or you and your smart friends are in for a big surprise.", "\"Do you mind if I run along now, Mr. Ambassador?\" Retief said. \"It's\n time for my insulin shot.\"\n\n\n Sternwheeler's mouth dropped open.", "\"I heard you. Five times. And I only warned you once. You're getting\n ahead of me.\" Retief rose, motioned to the hulking guard. \"Come on,", "\"I know you can hear me, damn you!\" Sozier squalled. \"You'd better get\n the doors open and get out here fast!\"", "Sozier yelled. His car started up, moved forward, horns blaring. As\n Retief watched, a white stream arced up from the turret, catching the", "\"The port's a mess,\" Retief barked. \"Nobody on duty to receive official\n visitors! No passenger service facilities! Why, do you know I had to\n carry my own bag—\"" ], [ "Retief's left fist shot out to connect solidly with Jake's jaw. Jake\n dropped the gun and sat down hard. Retief turned and headed for the", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "Retief swung into a parking lot under a high blank facade. He set the\n brake and stepped out.\n\n\n \"Lead the way, Jake.\"", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "\"I ain't going down there,\" Jake said sullenly.\n\n\n Retief braked. \"In that case, I'm afraid our association is at an end,\n Jake.\"", "\"The corporal's a busy man, Jake. We won't worry him by telling him\n about it.\"\n\n\n Jake followed Retief up the walk. The broad double doors were locked.\n \"Let's try the back.\"", "Retief rose and dusted his knees. \"That's all for now, boys,\" he said.\n \"I'll take the rest of your money later.\" He followed the junior", "\"Just between us, Jake—where did the former Planetary Manager General\n go?\" Retief watched Jake's heavy face in the mirror. Jake jumped,\n clamped his mouth shut.\n\n\n \"I don't know nothing.\"", "\"What's it all about, Jake?\" Retief enquired. \"Since the parasites have", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "\"Sure. Which way?\" With Jake directing, Retief ascended to the ridge\n top, cruised past the blank white facade of the station.", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "Jake shook his head angrily and stamped past Retief. \"When I joined up\n with Sozier, I didn't figger I'd be getting in this kind of mess.\"", "abruptly swung inward. Retief sprinted, plunged through the opening\n as a second shot seared the paint on the doorframe. The door clanged\n behind him. Retief glanced over the half dozen men confronting him.", "\"That's enough smart talk.\" The biggest of the three newcomers moved\n up to Retief. \"You stuck your nose in at the wrong time. We just had a\n change of management around here.\"", "\"Ah, the good corporal. Glad you mentioned him, Jake. He's the man to\n see.\" Retief stepped out of the car and started through the crowd. A" ], [ "\"Sorry, Jake; no can do. Tell me, what was the real cause of the\n revolution? Not enough to eat? Too much regimentation?\"", "Jake nodded. \"Yeah, it was them schools done it. All the time trying\n to make a feller do some kind of class. Big shots. Know it all. Gonna\n make us sit around and view tapes. Figgered they was better than us.\"", "\"I know, Jake. It's tough. Sometimes it seems like a fellow works\n harder after he's thrown out the parasites than he did before.\"", "\"Shooting, eh? I thought it was a sort of peaceful revolution. The\n managerial class were booted out, and that was that.\"", "normal—just as the general said. Remarkable, isn't it, considering\n that the entire managerial class has packed up and left?\"", "of this mission—and to which we're accredited—was overthrown.\n The former ruling class has fled into exile. A popular workers' and\n peasants' junta has taken over.\"", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"Look, Mister, the corporal only wanted me to show you the outside.\"\n\n\n \"Anything to hide, Jake?\"", "\"I dunno. I guess he's pretty busy right now.\" Jake snickered. \"Some of\n them guys call themselves colonels turned out not to know nothing about\n how to shoot off the guns.\"", "Jake. We've got a lot of ground to cover before we come back for our\n dinner.\"\nIII", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "\"I ain't going down there,\" Jake said sullenly.\n\n\n Retief braked. \"In that case, I'm afraid our association is at an end,\n Jake.\"", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"", "\"Just between us, Jake—where did the former Planetary Manager General\n go?\" Retief watched Jake's heavy face in the mirror. Jake jumped,\n clamped his mouth shut.\n\n\n \"I don't know nothing.\"", "\"My boner, Jake. Known Sozier long?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. He useta come around to the club.\"\n\n\n \"I take it he was in the army under the old regime?\"", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"And once you got them out of the way, the regular fellows would have a\n chance. Chaps that don't spend all their time taking baths and reading", "Back in the car, Retief gave Jake directions. At the end of three\n hours, he had seen twelve smooth-running, heavily guarded installations.", "\"You know, the slick-talking ones; the fancy dressers; the guys that\n walk around and tell other guys what to do. We do all the work and they\n get all the big pay.\"", "\"Who's this party, Jake?\" he barked.\n\n\n \"Sozier said show him the plant,\" Jake said." ], [ "\"General Sozier, damn you! and plaster your big mouth shut!\" He\n gestured to one of the uniformed men standing by.", "\"Looking for what, Mr. Sozier?\"\n\n\n \"Call me General!\"", "\"And Sozier's idea was you'd take over, and you wouldn't have to be\n bothered.\"\n\n\n \"Aw, it wasn't Sozier's idea. He ain't the big leader.\"", "normal—just as the general said. Remarkable, isn't it, considering\n that the entire managerial class has packed up and left?\"", "Sozier was a small man with thin hair oiled across a shiny scalp,\n prominent ears and eyes like coal chips set in rolls of fat. He", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"You in there, Corasol! This is General Sozier, and I'm warning you to\n come out now or you and your smart friends are in for a big surprise.", "midst of the besieging mob, Sozier's red face and bald head bobbed as\n he harangued a cluster of green-uniformed men from his place in the\n rear of a long open car.", "\"This guy asks too many questions,\" the man with the gun said. \"Let's\n let Sozier answer 'em.\"\n\n\n \"Who's he?\"", "\"Eh?\" Sozier's head whipped around to stare at the building.\n\n\n \"Isn't that a gun I see sticking out?\"\n\n\n Sozier dropped. \"Where?\"", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "Retief dribbled ash on Sozier's desk and glanced at the green uniform\n front bulging between silver buttons.\n\n\n \"Who paid for your potbelly, Sozier?\" he inquired carelessly.", "\"And once you got them out of the way, the regular fellows would have a\n chance. Chaps that don't spend all their time taking baths and reading", "Sozier's eyes narrowed to slits. \"I could have you shot!\"", "Sozier yelled. His car started up, moved forward, horns blaring. As\n Retief watched, a white stream arced up from the turret, catching the", "\"All right, all right, that's outside my department. You better see the\n boss.\"\n\n\n \"The boss? I thought you got rid of the bosses.\"", "Retief sighed. \"The trouble with taking over your boss's job is\n discovering its drawbacks. It's disillusioning, I know, Sozier, but—\"", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "Sozier's fingers squeaked on the arms of his chair. He swallowed.", "\"I know you can hear me, damn you!\" Sozier squalled. \"You'd better get\n the doors open and get out here fast!\"" ] ]

[ "In what part of Marty’s childhood house does the initial conversation between Marty and his father take place?", "What was the result of Mr. Isherwood’s interactions with Marty in the opening scene?", "The story describes a flight that Marty went on, accompanied by his girlfriend. What phrase best describes Marty’s behavior during this flight?", "How does Marty feel about Nan?", "What does Marty’s dad say in answer to Marge’s question about Marty’s destination when he got on the bus, that foreshadows events at the end of the story?", "What casually-mentioned, unhealthy habit does Marty have that is highly unlikely in a current day astronaut?", "Which choice below best describes what Marty was willing to give up to achieve his life’s ambition?", "Where were Marty’s start and end point for his space flight?", "What similarities do we see between Marty and his father in the story?", "Did Marty’s answer to his questions satisfy Mackenzie?" ]

[ [ "The kitchen", "The living room", "The front porch", "Marty's bedroom" ], [ "After taking the bus to town, Marty realized he needed go home and finish school in order to accomplish his goals.", "Marty ran away from home and lost contact with his family for the rest of his life.", "Marty’s mother had a gigantic fight with Marty’s dad, and they ended up getting a divorce.", "Marty’s father realized how much Marty’s dreams meant to him and decided to support his ambition to be a rocket pilot." ], [ "He was a daredevil obsessed with taking chances. ", "He was focused on the science that could be gained on each flight, instead of Nan's feelings.", "He was a careful flyer who didn’t take chances.", "He was showing off to Nan." ], [ "She's ok until something better comes along.", "He likes her, but he likes flying more.", "He loves her so much that he is willing to give up flying.", "He is only interested in getting sex on demand." ], [ "He says, with hatred, that Marty will come to a bad end.", "He says, with admiration, that Marty may end up on the Moon. ", "He says, scornfully, that perhaps he is going to the Moon.", "He says, with sadness, that Marty will come around and understand the need to have a solid trade when he is more mature." ], [ "He is a workaholic", "A single-minded focus on flying rockets", "Smoking", "Constantly drumming his fingers on the table" ], [ "Everything.", "A relationship with his parents.", "Having children.", "Smoking." ], [ "The flight started on Earth and ended up on a space station.", "The flight started on Earth and ended up on the Moon.", "The flight started on the Moon and ended up on Earth.", "The flight started on a space station and ended up on the Moon." ], [ "Both fall short of their ultimate dreams, but still find happiness.", "Both enjoy relaxing over the Sunday papers.", "Both are completely irresponsible.", "Both have personalities that are full of anger, expressed or otherwise." ], [ "Mackenzie cleared Marty to fly.", "Mackenzie thought Marty was completely unstable and sent him to a mental institution.", "Mackenzie thought that Marty was in good mental condition for a short trip, but not the long one that had been planned.", "Mackenzie knew that Marty was lying about being OK and grounded him." ] ]

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[ [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"Marty!\"", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little.", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "\"All right,\" he mumbled. \"Okay. I'm up.\" He sat on the edge of his bunk\n looking down at his hands. They were blue under the fingernails. He\n sighed, feeling the air moving down into his lungs.", "The boy stared silently at the convulsed figure in the chair. His lips\n fell into a set white bar, and the corners of his jaws bulged with the", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "opening. Sit down. What for? Did somebody really believe that anything\n he might hear would make him faint? He smiled with as much expression as\n he ever did, and chose a comfortable chair, rolling the white cylinder", "relaxed—more—he slumped—and something began to die in his face, and\n the first faint lines crept in to show that after it had died, it would", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"", "\"A\nrocket\npilot!\" His father's derision hooted through the quiet\n parlor. \"A ro—\noh, no!\n—a rocket\npilot\n!\"", "Howard Isherwood, stocky, red-faced, forty-seven, and defeated, turned\n away from the retreating bus and looked at his wife. \"I don't know,\" he", "\"Crazy kid,\" Howard Isherwood muttered. He stared at the figure of his\n son as the boy reached the end of the walk and turned off into the\n street. \"", "Ish slammed the door behind him. He stood in the corridor, jamming a\n fresh cigarette in his mouth. He threw a glance at his watch. Twelve\n hours, twenty-two minutes, and four days to go.", "\"SIT DOWN, Ish,\" the Flight Surgeon said.\nThey always begin that way\n, Isherwood thought. The standard medical" ], [ "\"How's that?\"\n\n\n The corners of Isherwood's mouth twitched, and he said \"Yes\" for the\n recorder's benefit.\n\n\n \"Odd jobs, first of all?\"", "\"Martin Isherwood!\" he exclaimed enthusiastically. \"I'm\nvery\nglad to\n meet you!\"", "Isherwood almost winced. \"Call it a hobby,\" he said. He looked down at", "Howard Isherwood, stocky, red-faced, forty-seven, and defeated, turned\n away from the retreating bus and looked at his wife. \"I don't know,\" he", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "The advisor, not much older than Isherwood, shrugged, defeated. \"Crazy,\"\n he muttered. But it was a hot day, and he was as thirsty as the next\n man.", "\"SIT DOWN, Ish,\" the Flight Surgeon said.\nThey always begin that way\n, Isherwood thought. The standard medical", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "Ish found himself liking the man. He had a job to do, and after the\n preliminary formality of the greeting had been passed, he was ready to", "Margaret Isherwood's brow furrowed into a faint, bewildered frown.\n \"But—isn't he a little young? I know they're teaching some very odd\n things in high schools these days, but it seems to me....\"", "\"Sure.\" Something flickered in Isherwood's eyes. Amusement at the Flight\n Surgeon's discomfort was part of it. Worry was some of the rest.", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "Ish could feel the anger that still ran through him—anger, and more\n fear than he wanted to admit. \"I'm due at a briefing,\" he said tautly.\n \"You through with me?\"", "MacKenzie grunted. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright in his chair, and swung\n toward Ish. His lean arm shot out, and his index finger was aimed\n between Isherwood's eyes. \"You can't go!\"", "Ish willed his eyes to open. He felt his heart begin to move again, felt\n the blood sluggishly beginning to surge into his veins. His hands and\n feet were very cold.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"Marty!\"", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "\"Crazy kid,\" Howard Isherwood muttered. He stared at the figure of his\n son as the boy reached the end of the walk and turned off into the\n street. \"", "\"Ish.\"\n\n\n It was MacKenzie, bending over him.\n\n\n Ish grunted." ], [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "aircraft leveled off as he pushed at the wheel with suddenly lax hands.\n Still half-lost, he turned and looked at the white-faced girl. \"Scare\n you—?\" he asked gently.", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "The girl reached up, as if the physical touch could bring him back to\n her, and put her fingers around his wrist. \"Darling!\" she said. \"If it's\n that\nrocket\npilot business again....\"", "girl in the other half of the side-by-side was thrown against him. Ish\n laughed, a sound that came out of his throat as turbulently as that", "The girl patted her short hair back into place. \"I wish you wouldn't fly\n this low,\" she said, half-frightened.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"SIT DOWN, Ish,\" the Flight Surgeon said.\nThey always begin that way\n, Isherwood thought. The standard medical", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"", "with his spinner. His lips peeled back from his teeth, and his jaw set.\n The\nNavion\nwent up at the clouds, her engine turning over as fast as", "\"Marty!\"", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little.", "\"What man?\" It didn't really matter. He had a feeling that anything he\n said or did now would have a bearing, somehow, on the trip. If they\n wanted him to do something for them, he was bloody well going to do it.", "\"Me too,\" he said. \"Lost my head. Sorry.\"\n\"LOOK,\" HE told the girl, \"You got any idea of what it costs to maintain", "A week later, he took his stripped-down F-110 across the last line with\n a scream like that of a hawk that brings its prey safely to its nest." ], [ "He looked at her with faint surprise on his face. \"Well, Nan!\" he\n mumbled. But he did not put his hand over her own where it touched his\n shoulder.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "\"Relax, Nan,\" he said, his words colored by the lingering laughter.\n \"It's only air; nasty old air.\"", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "Nan could see that. Four years ago, he had been different. Four years\n ago, if she had only known the right words, he wouldn't be so intent now\n on throwing himself away to the sky.", "Nan's eyes clouded, and her lips trembled. \"That's what I've been trying\n to say.\nWhy", "\"Thanks,\" he said sarcastically, and waited impatiently. Odd, the way\n the Receptionist looked a little like Nan.", "\"Marty!\"", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"I'm sorry, Marty,\" she said in a rush. \"I didn't understand. I couldn't", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"About getting out of here! Come on, come on,\" he barked, snapping his\n fingers impatiently. \"I haven't got much time.\"\n\n\n She smiled sweetly. \"Oh, but you do.\"", "The girl reached up, as if the physical touch could bring him back to\n her, and put her fingers around his wrist. \"Darling!\" she said. \"If it's\n that\nrocket\npilot business again....\"", "see how much it all meant.\" Her face was flushed, and she spoke as\n rapidly as she could, not noticing that Ish had already gestured away\n the guards she was afraid would interrupt her.", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little.", "\"Yeah, I guess so,\" he admitted slowly. Then he lost his momentary awe,\n and his posture grew tense again. He glanced down at his wrist. Six\n hours, forty-seven minutes, and no days to go.", "\"Me too,\" he said. \"Lost my head. Sorry.\"\n\"LOOK,\" HE told the girl, \"You got any idea of what it costs to maintain", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"" ], [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "Howard Isherwood, stocky, red-faced, forty-seven, and defeated, turned\n away from the retreating bus and looked at his wife. \"I don't know,\" he", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "\"Are you sure, Howard?\" his wife asked faintly.\n\n\n \"Yes, I'm\nsure\n!\"\n\n\n \"But, where's he going?\"", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"But you've\ngot\nto learn a trade,\" his father said, exasperated. \"I\n can't afford to send you to college; you know that.\"\n\n\n \"I've got a trade,\" he answered.", "\"Marty!\"", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"Look, they need it, down there. They've got to have a target, someplace\n to go. We're built for it. People have to have—but what am I telling\nyou\nfor. If you don't know, who does?\"", "\"What man?\" It didn't really matter. He had a feeling that anything he\n said or did now would have a bearing, somehow, on the trip. If they\n wanted him to do something for them, he was bloody well going to do it.", "mourned him. I wonder what it was like, in his mind, when he really\n died. But he spent the days he had, after the trip, just sitting at an", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "\"Look, Honey, I've seen company poop sheets before. Now, let's cut this\n nonsense. I've got to get back.\"\n\n\n \"But\nnobody\ngoes back.\"", "good as said so. After that—\" His voice had regained some of its former\n animation from this new source. Now he broke off, and shrugged. \"I've\n told you all this before.\"", "around this way again.\" Suddenly, he found himself pleading. \"All I need\n is a week,\" he said. \"It'll be a rough week—no picnic, no pleasures of", "\"But\neverybody\nfills out an application,\" she protested.\n\n\n \"No. I've\ngot\na job,\" he said as he had been saying for the last half\n hour.", "\"Oh, for Pete's sake, Marge, there aren't even any rockets yet!\nCome\n back here, you idiot!" ], [ "of a cigarette between his fingers. He glanced at his watch. Fourteen\n hours, thirty-six minutes, and four days to go.", "HE BROUGHT the Mark VII out of her orbit after two days of running rings\n around the spinning Earth, and the world loved him. He climbed out of", "He didn't live too long after that. He never entered a rocket again—he\n died on the Station, and was buried in space, while a grateful world", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "\"All right,\" he mumbled. \"Okay. I'm up.\" He sat on the edge of his bunk\n looking down at his hands. They were blue under the fingernails. He\n sighed, feeling the air moving down into his lungs.", "The Moon opened its face to him. From where he lay, strapped into the\n control seat in the forward bubble, he looked at it emotionlessly, and\n began to brake for a landing.", "through, all right. You thought you'd been to the Moon before. It took\n all the adventure out of the actual flight; it was just a workaday\n trip.\"", "Martin Isherwood, rocket pilot, weight 102, height 4', 11\", had come of\n age at seventeen.", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "\"Not long,\" the Personnel Manager said. He half-turned and pointed up at\n the Earth, hanging just beyond the wall of the crater in which they were\n suddenly standing.\n\n\n \"Earth,\" the Personnel Manager said.", "rocket\npilot business,'\" he said, mimicking her voice. \"Damn it, I'm\n the only trained rocket pilot in the world! I weigh a hundred and", "\"Marty!\"", "The Personnel Manager sighed again. \"There wouldn't be, you know. Taking\n off from the Station, landing here—vacuum.\"", "\"But it's all right, now. You got your rockets. You've done it. You\n trained yourself for it, and now it's over. You've flown your rocket!\"", "\"Fellow named MacKenzie. Big gun in the head-thumping racket.\" The\n Flight Surgeon was trying to be as casual as he could. \"Air Force", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "He had but one ambition, one desire: to pilot the first manned rocket to\n\n the moon. And he was prepared as no man had ever prepared himself", "Ish slammed the door behind him. He stood in the corridor, jamming a\n fresh cigarette in his mouth. He threw a glance at his watch. Twelve\n hours, twenty-two minutes, and four days to go.", "opening. Sit down. What for? Did somebody really believe that anything\n he might hear would make him faint? He smiled with as much expression as\n he ever did, and chose a comfortable chair, rolling the white cylinder" ], [ "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "He had but one ambition, one desire: to pilot the first manned rocket to\n\n the moon. And he was prepared as no man had ever prepared himself", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "yourself by becoming the best. You shut yourself off from your family.\n You had no close friends, no women. You had no other interests. You were", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "it—that's not really what's galling you. It's not really the job, is\n it? It's just that you think you've been cheated out of what you devoted\n your life to.\"", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"But you've\ngot\nto learn a trade,\" his father said, exasperated. \"I\n can't afford to send you to college; you know that.\"\n\n\n \"I've got a trade,\" he answered.", "around this way again.\" Suddenly, he found himself pleading. \"All I need\n is a week,\" he said. \"It'll be a rough week—no picnic, no pleasures of", "\"Marty!\"", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"", "Nan could see that. Four years ago, he had been different. Four years\n ago, if she had only known the right words, he wouldn't be so intent now\n on throwing himself away to the sky.", "relaxed—more—he slumped—and something began to die in his face, and\n the first faint lines crept in to show that after it had died, it would", "\"We couldn't take the chance.\" MacKenzie was trying desperately to\n explain. \"You were the best there was—but you'd done something to", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"What man?\" It didn't really matter. He had a feeling that anything he\n said or did now would have a bearing, somehow, on the trip. If they\n wanted him to do something for them, he was bloody well going to do it.", "huskily quiet as he said his few words into the network microphones. And\n he was not satisfied. There was no peace in his eyes, and his hands\n moved even more sharply in their expressive gestures as he gave an", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "\"All right,\" he mumbled. \"Okay. I'm up.\" He sat on the edge of his bunk\n looking down at his hands. They were blue under the fingernails. He\n sighed, feeling the air moving down into his lungs.", "And, suddenly, it was as if there were no girl beside him, to be teased,\n and no air to rock the wings—there were no wings. His face lost all" ], [ "HE BROUGHT the Mark VII out of her orbit after two days of running rings\n around the spinning Earth, and the world loved him. He climbed out of", "He didn't live too long after that. He never entered a rocket again—he\n died on the Station, and was buried in space, while a grateful world", "He looked around him. The Moon was silent—quiet, patient, waiting.\n Somewhere, a metal glint against the planet above, if it were only large\n enough to be seen, was the Station, and the ship for which the Moon had\n waited.", "The Moon opened its face to him. From where he lay, strapped into the\n control seat in the forward bubble, he looked at it emotionlessly, and\n began to brake for a landing.", "\"Not long,\" the Personnel Manager said. He half-turned and pointed up at\n the Earth, hanging just beyond the wall of the crater in which they were\n suddenly standing.\n\n\n \"Earth,\" the Personnel Manager said.", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"But it's all right, now. You got your rockets. You've done it. You\n trained yourself for it, and now it's over. You've flown your rocket!\"", "He had but one ambition, one desire: to pilot the first manned rocket to\n\n the moon. And he was prepared as no man had ever prepared himself", "through, all right. You thought you'd been to the Moon before. It took\n all the adventure out of the actual flight; it was just a workaday\n trip.\"", "\"Marty!\"", "\"Now. Let's get this thing straightened out. I've got—\" He stopped to\n look at his watch. \"Six hours and a few minutes. They're fueling the\n beast right now.\"", "He looked for footprints in the crater, though he knew he hadn't left\n any. Earth was a familiar sight over his right shoulder.", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "Martin Isherwood, rocket pilot, weight 102, height 4', 11\", had come of\n age at seventeen.", "The Personnel Manager sighed again. \"There wouldn't be, you know. Taking\n off from the Station, landing here—vacuum.\"", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "\"A\nrocket\npilot!\" His father's derision hooted through the quiet\n parlor. \"A ro—\noh, no!\n—a rocket\npilot\n!\"", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "\"There was no other way to do it! I had to cancel out the thrill that\n comes from challenging the unknown. You knew what death was like, and\n you knew what the Moon was like. Can you understand why I had to do it?\"" ], [ "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "His father laughed in the way the boy had learned to anticipate and\n hate. \"Yeah,\" he said. He leaned back in his chair and laughed so hard", "\"Marty!\"", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "His father smiled thinly. \"What?\" he asked patronizingly.\n\n\n \"I'm a rocket pilot,\" the boy said, his thin jaw stretching the skin of\n his cheeks.", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"\nStop that! Get off that bus! YOU hear me?\nMarty?\"\n\n\n \"\nHoward!\nStop acting like a child and\ntalk\nto me! Where is that boy\n going?\"", "The\nNavion\nbroke through the cloud, kept going. \"Up.\" If he listened\n closely, in just the right way, he could almost hear ...\n\n\n \"Marty!\"", "\"But you've\ngot\nto learn a trade,\" his father said, exasperated. \"I\n can't afford to send you to college; you know that.\"\n\n\n \"I've got a trade,\" he answered.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "THE SMALL young man looked at his father, and shook his head.", "Howard Isherwood, stocky, red-faced, forty-seven, and defeated, turned\n away from the retreating bus and looked at his wife. \"I don't know,\" he", "\"Me too,\" he said. \"Lost my head. Sorry.\"\n\"LOOK,\" HE told the girl, \"You got any idea of what it costs to maintain", "MacKenzie's face passed no judgements—he simply hunched in his chair,\n seemingly dwarfed by the shoulders of his perfectly tailored suit, his", "tension in their muscles. Suddenly, he turned on his heel and stalked\n out of the parlor, through the hall, out the front door, to the porch.\n He stopped there, hesitating a little.", "\"A\nrocket\npilot!\" His father's derision hooted through the quiet\n parlor. \"A ro—\noh, no!\n—a rocket\npilot\n!\"", "expression. Faint beads of sweat broke out above his eyes and under his\n nose. \"Up,\" he grunted through his clenched teeth. His fists locked on\n the wheel. \"Up!\"", "\"But\neverybody\nfills out an application,\" she protested.\n\n\n \"No. I've\ngot\na job,\" he said as he had been saying for the last half\n hour.", "relaxed—more—he slumped—and something began to die in his face, and\n the first faint lines crept in to show that after it had died, it would", "The boy stared silently at the convulsed figure in the chair. His lips\n fell into a set white bar, and the corners of his jaws bulged with the" ], [ "MacKenzie's face passed no judgements—he simply hunched in his chair,\n seemingly dwarfed by the shoulders of his perfectly tailored suit, his", "MacKENZIE didn't seem to be taking any notes, or paying any special\n attention to the answers Ish was giving to his casual questions. But the\n questions fell into a pattern that was far from casual, and Ish could", "Ish knew the normal reaction a statement like that should have brought.\n MacKenzie's face did not go into a blank of repression—but it still\n passed no judgements.", "MacKenzie seemed to collapse in his chair. The brief commanding burst\n was over, and his face was apologetic, \"Sorry,\" he said. He seemed", "\"I don't know,\" MacKenzie said softly. \"I wish I did.\"", "\"Ish.\"\n\n\n It was MacKenzie, bending over him.\n\n\n Ish grunted.", "\"I hypnotized you,\" MacKenzie said. \"You were never dead. I don't know\n what the details of your hallucination were, but the important part came", "\"Been working your own way for the last seventeen years, haven't you?\"\n MacKenzie seemed to mumble in a perfectly clear voice.\n\n\n Ish nodded.", "She was a woman scorned. She had to lie to herself. She broke out of the\n press section and ran over to him. \"Marty!\" She brushed past a\n technician.", "MacKenzie nodded, still embarrassed. \"Sorry.\"", "MacKenzie grunted. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright in his chair, and swung\n toward Ish. His lean arm shot out, and his index finger was aimed\n between Isherwood's eyes. \"You can't go!\"", "\"We couldn't take the chance.\" MacKenzie was trying desperately to\n explain. \"You were the best there was—but you'd done something to", "nothing could stop him now, that the last hurdle was beaten. He was\n going. He was going, and if there were faint echoes of \"Marty!\" ringing", "huskily quiet as he said his few words into the network microphones. And\n he was not satisfied. There was no peace in his eyes, and his hands\n moved even more sharply in their expressive gestures as he gave an", "\"\nMarty!\n\" His father's shout followed him out of the parlor. It seemed\n to act like a hand between the shoulder-blades, because the boy almost\n ran as he got down the porch stairs.", "MacKENZIE was waiting for him in the crew section. Ish flicked his\n stolid eyes at him, shrugged, and stripped out of his clothes. He pulled", "She smiled back. \"It happens.\"\n\n\n He took time to give her one more smile and a half-wink, and swung back\n to the Personnel Manager.", "\"What is it, Howard?\" Marty's mother asked in a worried voice as she\n came in from the kitchen, her damp hands rubbing themselves dry against\n the sides of her housedress.", "\"Yeah, I guess so,\" he admitted slowly. Then he lost his momentary awe,\n and his posture grew tense again. He glanced down at his wrist. Six\n hours, forty-seven minutes, and no days to go.", "\"Marty!\"" ] ]

[ "Who is Copperhead?", "What was the problem with the fleet’s main propulsion system when used in the vicinity of Uranus??", "Who won the Battle of Jupiter?", "What possible explanation for the captain being portrayed consistently as having a head like a skull with dark, sunken eyes best fits the rest of the facts of the story?", "How is Jackson’s statement that the alien beings don’t want to kill anyone, but their ship is making them, eventually explained?", "Did any of the members of the first exploratory mission to the vicinity of Uranus, several years ago, survive?", "Why does the narrator describe Uranus as “spinning on your side like a poisoned pregnant cockroach …”?", "How does the spaceship crew intend to make use of Uranus when they arrive?" ]

[ [ "It's a nickname for Ross Smith, one of the Prospero's crewmen.", "It's a nickname for the spaceship's computer.", "It is Grunfeld's nickname. As navigator, he has to be ready to move quickly, like a snake.", "It's the nickname for the lead ship, more formally known as Prospero, in the 5-ship fleet headed to Uranus." ], [ "The ship had expended all the fuel in its chemical rockets while escaping from Mercury's orbit, so there was nothing left for the Uranus maneuver.", "All of the on-board hydrogen fuel was used to accelerate the ship across the solar system. Uranus had plenty of hydrogen for refueling, but there was not enough heat available to ionize the fuel gases to create the required reaction drive forces.", "The ship scooped up interstellar gases that were freely available and focused the sun's heat onto the stream of gases to ionize them and provide reaction mass. But at Uranus, there was not enough heat from the sun to ionize the fuel gases.", "The ship's main propulsion system was based on reflecting photons from the sun into a tight beam and sailing on its own \"solar wind,\" but there were not enough photons to create the required inertial reaction." ], [ "The aliens crushed the inner solar system defenses and decisively won the Battle of Jupiter, as the crew learns just before reaching Uranus.", "The Terrans regrouped, having rebuilt their fleet after their initial losses and crushed the aliens at the Battle of Jupiter.", "The Battle of Jupiter was a stalemate. That's why it is so important for the Prospero and the rest of the fleet to make a last stand at Uranus.", "The outcome of the Battle of Jupiter is not known to the crew during the course of the story. It never does tell." ], [ "It reveals that space travel is very hard on the body, so that one loses weight and ages quickly.", "It indicates, as we later find out, that the captain died early in the flight, and he is being telepathically controlled by the aliens for their purposes.", "It illustrates the captain's pessimistic feeling that the mission and his ship are doomed, right from the start, and it eats him alive to hide it.", "It increases the captain's mystique and foreshadows him as a \"dead man walking.\" He is the only crew member to die in the story." ], [ "It turns out that the aliens are even more evil than was imagined. They have a few elite soldiers on each ship, but the rest of the crew are beings that they enslaved during previous conquests.", "The entire fleet of enemy vessels is remotely controlled from a central computer station. Everything is automatic. The crew has realized that Terrans are harmless, but they cannot change the computer's programming.", "The aliens are extremely deceptive. Jackson is a little bit mental anyway, and they have suckered him into believing their line that they don't want to hurt the Terrans.", "It turns out that the alien ships are actually space creatures of some kind, and like all living beings, they are infested with other living creatures - in this case, telepathic, sentient, peaceful ones." ], [ "Yes. They demonstrate this by showing up at a critical moment to help the crew of the Prospero..", "Yes, but they are stranded on the Uranian moon where they established their station, and can't really help.", "No, but some of their equipment survived on Titania, and the Prospero is able to make use of it.", "No. There is not even any evidence that they actually reached their destination." ], [ "Because when the moons of Uranus are aligned just so, as happens every 84 years, they appear like the waving legs of a cockroach.", "Because the axis of rotation of Uranus is “sideways” to the rotation of the rest of the planets of the solar system.", "Because Uranus seems like a living being, an enemy that will kill them if it can.", "Because this type of description, using alliteration (\"spinning, side\" and \"poisoned, pregnant\") makes the story seem more \"literary.\"" ], [ "They plan to land and establish a station on the methane ice of Uranus, with the hope of being able to strike back at the enemy.", "They plan to strike the enemy base already established on Uranus. It is a suicide mission, since their only real weapon is the speed and inertia of their ships.", "The plan to use atmospheric drag to scrub enough speed to enter orbit and stay in the solar system, and not continue their trajectory into interstellar space.", "They plan to refuel their ships by dipping hydrogen out of the atmosphere of Uranus. They have to do it fast, since their flyby will be very short." ] ]

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[ [ "Prospero\nand imitate, nothing\n else. And all the rest was up to Copperhead. Still....", "\"I haven't got the brain for math Copperhead has, but I can subtract,\"\n Ness said, referring to\nProspero's", "\"He thinks he speaks for them,\" Croker replied and the next instant\n felt a warning touch on his arm and looked sideways and saw", "louder, though his eyes stayed shut. \"They're welcoming us, they're\n our brothers.\" The smile died. \"But they know they got to kill us, they\n know we got to die.\"", "he saw the dark-circled eyes of the captain peering between two of\n the bulging black suits. Nerves! The captain had to be in his cabin,\n readying alternate piloting programs for Copperhead.", "dark-circled eyes in a skull-angular face under a battered cap with a\n tarnished sunburst. Damn, thought Croker, how does the captain always\n know when Jackson's going to talk?", "the jutting misty cheekpieces. Ahead to the left was Jackson—just\n the back of his suit, like a black snowman standing at attention,", "\"And Jackson hears the Enemy think ... and Heimdall hears the grass\n grow,\" Croker commented with a harsh manic laugh. \"Isn't an Enemy for", "Jackson sighed and they both looked quickly at the dark unlined face\n above the cocoon, but the lips did not flutter again, or the eyelids.\n Croker said, \"Suppose he knows what the Enemy looks like?\"", "plant on his drugged and tired body. Relax, he told himself. Fine thing\n if you cooked up a fuss when even Croker didn't. He thought of forty", "\"You ever in jail?\" Ness asked. Croker grinned.\nWith the tropism of a fish, Ness began to paddle toward the little", "\"Captain won't like that,\" plump pale Ness observed tranquilly from\n where he floated in womb position across the cabin. \"Enemy can feel", "He could swing his head and eyes just enough to make out the suits of\n Croker and Ness to either side of him and their profiles wavy through", "In the aft cabin, lank hairy-wristed Croker pinned another blanket\n around black Jackson as the latter shivered in his trance. Then Croker\n turned on a small light at the head of the hammock.", "things to re-check. Relax, he repeated—the work's over; all that\n matters is in Copperhead's memory tanks now, or will be as soon as the\n captain's suited up.", "Jackson stirred in his hammock. His lips worked. \"They....\" he\n breathed. Croker and Ness instantly watched him. \"They....\"", "beginning to agitate, Croker, like you was Grunfeld—or the captain\n himself.\"", "and\nStarveling\n.\n Breathe a prayer, he thought, for\nMoth\nand\nSnug", "\"Yes, waiting to bushwack us as we whip past on our way to eternity,\"\n Croker chuckled as he crumpled up against the aft port, shedding", "The captain was in his suit now. Grunfeld sensed a faint throbbing and\n felt a rush of cold air. The cabin refrigeration system had started up," ], [ "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "After Far Side, this \"tin can\" fleet was ordered to bypass Mercury\n and, tacking on the sun, shape an orbit for Uranus, chiefly because", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "it was their torpedo taking off, to skim by Uranus in the top of the\n atmosphere and then curve inward the little their chem fuel would let", "However, while still accelerating into the sun for maximum boost, the\n fleet received information that two Enemy cruisers were in pursuit. The", "Meanwhile the five-ship fleet sped onward, its solar drive quite\n useless in this twilight region even if it could have scraped together", "to pitch him and twenty other Joes out of the System on a fast curve\n breaking around Uranus—and so what! He shivered to get a little heat\n and then applied himself to the occulted star he was tracking through", "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "Titania to send their jeep to pick you up. Have to start the maneuver\n four hours this side of Uranus, though. Take that long at 1 G to shed\n it.\"", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "The pale greenish bulk of Uranus was centered in the big bridge\n spaceshield against the black velvet dark and bayonet-bright stars, a", "the needed boilable ejectant mass to slow its flight. Weeks became\n months. The ships were renamed for the planet they were aimed at. At\n least the fleet's trajectory had been truly set.", "second. Use it all in braking and you've only taken 30 from 100. The\n launch is still going past Uranus and out of the system at 70 miles a\n second.\"", "ramming the gaseous bulk of Uranus. This idea of atmospheric braking\n on a grand scale had sounded possible at first suggestion, half a", "nearer gas giants Jupiter and Saturn. In the empty regions of space the\n relatively defenseless fleet might escape the attention of the Enemy." ], [ "waves. I'd like to hear how we won the battle of Jupiter.\"", "heavily and wisely armed Combined Fleet—a battle that proved to be\n only a prelude to the decisive Battle of Jupiter.", "\"But Titania Station's dead or never was, not to mention its jeep. And\n we've lost the Battle of Jupiter. You said so yourself,\" Ness asserted", "\"Our telescopes show no more green around Jove,\" Ness reminded him. \"We\n counted 27 rainbows of Enemy cruisers 'burning.' Captain verified the\n count.\"", "In the asteroid belt the pursuing cruisers turned aside to join in the\n crucial Battle of the Trojans with Earth's largely new-built, more", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "\"I did find out at the end,\" Jackson said quietly from the left, his\n voice at last free of the trance-tone. \"The Enemy ships weren't ships", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "Earth and get a really high-speed retrieve-and-rescue ship started out\n after us.\nIf\nwe've won the War.\"", "At the wholly disastrous Battle of the Far Side, which was visible in\n part to naked-eye viewers on Earth, the Combined Fleet was annihilated.", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "to pitch him and twenty other Joes out of the System on a fast curve\n breaking around Uranus—and so what! He shivered to get a little heat\n and then applied himself to the occulted star he was tracking through", "nearer gas giants Jupiter and Saturn. In the empty regions of space the\n relatively defenseless fleet might escape the attention of the Enemy.", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "to hover near planets without going into orbit; and a frightening\n degree of control over light itself. Indeed, their principal weapon\n was a tight beam of visible light, a dense photonic stiletto with an", "At 2000 miles he lost it. That should mean 2000 miles plus of hydrogen\n soup above the methane ocean, an America-wide layer of gaseous gunk for\n the captain to play the mad hero in with the fleet.", "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII" ], [ "captain's face into a skull which floated in Grunfeld's imagination\n when he wasn't actually seeing it, but the tired eyes deep-sunk in", "dark-circled eyes in a skull-angular face under a battered cap with a\n tarnished sunburst. Damn, thought Croker, how does the captain always\n know when Jackson's going to talk?", "The austere light showed the captain still in his pressure suit, only\n the head fallen out forward, hiding the skull features. Studying the", "he saw the dark-circled eyes of the captain peering between two of\n the bulging black suits. Nerves! The captain had to be in his cabin,\n readying alternate piloting programs for Copperhead.", "the dark sockets were still cool and perhaps sane. But because of the\n worry the captain always wanted to have the last bit of fact bearing\n on the least likely maneuver, and two pieces of evidence were better", "In the aft cabin, lank hairy-wristed Croker pinned another blanket\n around black Jackson as the latter shivered in his trance. Then Croker\n turned on a small light at the head of the hammock.", "The captain was in his suit now. Grunfeld sensed a faint throbbing and\n felt a rush of cold air. The cabin refrigeration system had started up,", "\"Captain won't like that,\" plump pale Ness observed tranquilly from\n where he floated in womb position across the cabin. \"Enemy can feel", "Jackson sighed and they both looked quickly at the dark unlined face\n above the cocoon, but the lips did not flutter again, or the eyelids.\n Croker said, \"Suppose he knows what the Enemy looks like?\"", "The four telltales for the fleet unblinkingly glowed dimmest blue—one\n each for\nCaliban\n,", "semi-circles, just beyond the captain, of the board. Then the muted\n interior cabin lights glowed on.\nJackson droned: \"They and their ships come from very far away, from the", "a candle of\nour\nlight, captain says, ten million miles away.\" He\n rocked his elbows for warmth and his body wobbled in reaction like a", "\"They've seen it too,\" the captain said. He snatched up the mike and\n his next words rang through the\nProspero\n.", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "The cheekpieces and foreheadpiece of Grunfeld's suit began to close on\n his face like layers of pliable ice.\n\n\n Jackson called faintly, \"\nNow\nI understand. Their ship—\" His voice\n was cut off.", "The black pillow came down on him, crushing out sight, crushing out\n thought.\nThe universe was a black tingling, a limitless ache floating in a", "the jutting misty cheekpieces. Ahead to the left was Jackson—just\n the back of his suit, like a black snowman standing at attention,", "The weight was stifling now, crushing—a hill of invisible sand.\n Grunfeld saw a black pillow hanging in the cabin above him aft. It had\n red fringe around it. It grew.", "He could swing his head and eyes just enough to make out the suits of\n Croker and Ness to either side of him and their profiles wavy through" ], [ "\"I did find out at the end,\" Jackson said quietly from the left, his\n voice at last free of the trance-tone. \"The Enemy ships weren't ships", "ship is frightened to death of us. It hates us and the only thing it\n knows to do is to kill us. They can't stop it, they're even less than\n passengers....\"", "at all. They were (there's no other word for it) space animals. We've\n always thought life was a prerogative of planets, that space was", "semi-circles, just beyond the captain, of the board. Then the muted\n interior cabin lights glowed on.\nJackson droned: \"They and their ships come from very far away, from the", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "The cheekpieces and foreheadpiece of Grunfeld's suit began to close on\n his face like layers of pliable ice.\n\n\n Jackson called faintly, \"\nNow\nI understand. Their ship—\" His voice\n was cut off.", "\"They're still welcoming us and grieving for us. I begin to get it a\n little more now. Their ship's one thing and they're another. Their", "\"Captain won't like that,\" plump pale Ness observed tranquilly from\n where he floated in womb position across the cabin. \"Enemy can feel", "Despite his impressive maneuverability and armament, the Enemy was\n oddly timid about attacking live planets. He showed no fear of the big", "caution in maneuver and making no direct attacks on planets. It was as\n if a race of heavily armed marine creatures should sink all ocean-going\n ships or drive them to harbor, but make no assaults beyond the shore", "hydrogen (that's the only way I know to say it) and spat light to\n move and fight. The ones I talked to, our brothers, were just their\n parasites.\"", "Jackson stirred in his hammock. His lips worked. \"They....\" he\n breathed. Croker and Ness instantly watched him. \"They....\"", "Jackson sighed and they both looked quickly at the dark unlined face\n above the cocoon, but the lips did not flutter again, or the eyelids.\n Croker said, \"Suppose he knows what the Enemy looks like?\"", "to hover near planets without going into orbit; and a frightening\n degree of control over light itself. Indeed, their principal weapon\n was a tight beam of visible light, a dense photonic stiletto with an", "same. Anyway the Enemy was (what else can I call 'em?) space-whales.\n Inertialess space-whales from the discontinuum. Space-whales that ate", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "nearer than a light-minute, Jackson would esp it and give warning. The\n next star was still three minutes from rim contact. Grunfeld's mind\n retreated to the circumstances that had brought", "louder, though his eyes stayed shut. \"They're welcoming us, they're\n our brothers.\" The smile died. \"But they know they got to kill us, they\n know we got to die.\"", "to ionize electronically dirty volumes of space. It was probably this\n effective invisibility, based on light-control, which allowed them to\n penetrate the Solar System as deep as Earth's orbit undetected, rather", "than any power of travel in time or sub-space, as was first assumed.\n Earthmen could only guess at the physical appearance of the Enemy,\n since no prisoners were taken on either side." ], [ "her roiling hydrogen air and seething methane seas—but it had always\n been only a faint hope that there were survivors from the First Uranus\n Expedition.", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "to pitch him and twenty other Joes out of the System on a fast curve\n breaking around Uranus—and so what! He shivered to get a little heat\n and then applied himself to the occulted star he was tracking through", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "After Far Side, this \"tin can\" fleet was ordered to bypass Mercury\n and, tacking on the sun, shape an orbit for Uranus, chiefly because", "it was their torpedo taking off, to skim by Uranus in the top of the\n atmosphere and then curve inward the little their chem fuel would let", "The pale greenish bulk of Uranus was centered in the big bridge\n spaceshield against the black velvet dark and bayonet-bright stars, a", "He realized who had done the impossible job of piloting them out of\n Uranus.\n\n\n But the button on the monitor, that should have glowed blue, was as\n dark as those of\nMoth\nand\nSnug\n.", "pale-olive-edged by the great glow of Uranus. And to the right the\n captain, his legs suited but his upper body still bent out to the side", "hammock. \"Look, Ness, we know that the First Uranus Expedition arrived.\n At least they set off their flares. But that was three years before the", "When the First Interstellar War erupted, the pioneer fleets of Earth's\n nations had barely pushed their explorations beyond the orbit of", "But allowing her 12,000 miles of straight-line travel through Uranus'\n frigid soupy atmosphere—and that might be dipping very close to", "The straight edge of Uranus was getting hazier. Even the fainter\n stars shone through, spangling it. A bell jangled and the pale green" ], [ "spinning on your side like a poisoned pregnant cockroach, rolling\n around the sun like a fat drunken floozie with green hair rolling on\n the black floor of an infinite bar-room, what a sweet last view of the", "but Uranus spins on a snobbishly different axis between Aldebaran and\n Antares. The Bull is her coronet and the Scorpion her footstool. Dear", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "The pale greenish bulk of Uranus was centered in the big bridge\n spaceshield against the black velvet dark and bayonet-bright stars, a", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "pale-olive-edged by the great glow of Uranus. And to the right the\n captain, his legs suited but his upper body still bent out to the side", "blowzy old bitch-planet, swollen and pale and cold, mad with your\n Shakespearean moons, white-mottled as death from Venerean Plague,", "to pitch him and twenty other Joes out of the System on a fast curve\n breaking around Uranus—and so what! He shivered to get a little heat\n and then applied himself to the occulted star he was tracking through", "The straight edge of Uranus was getting hazier. Even the fainter\n stars shone through, spangling it. A bell jangled and the pale green", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "The black rim of Uranus ahead suddenly brightened along its length,\n which was very slightly bowed, like a section of a giant new moon. A", "still blackness and stars, but the upper three-quarters filled with\n the onrushing planet's pale mottled green that now had the dulled\n richness of watered silk. They were so close that the rim hardly showed", "stretching out his thin body in the plane of the ecliptic—strange how\n he automatically assumed that orientation in free fall! He blinked and\n blinked, then rested his eyes on the same planet he'd been straining", "seen from Earth. Her whitish equatorial bands went from bottom to top,\n where, Grunfeld knew, they were spinning out of sight at three miles a", "her roiling hydrogen air and seething methane seas—but it had always\n been only a faint hope that there were survivors from the First Uranus\n Expedition.", "The black pillow came down on him, crushing out sight, crushing out\n thought.\nThe universe was a black tingling, a limitless ache floating in a" ], [ "\"They are waiting for us on the other side of Uranus,\" Jackson\n breathed. His lips trembled into a smile and his voice grew a little", "\"There's the far side of Uranus,\" Ness pointed out. \"That's less than\n ten million miles now. Eight. A bare day. They could be there.\"", "Beyond the friendly skull, a great patch of the rim of Uranus flared\n bright green. As if that final stimulus had been needed, Jackson began\n to talk dreamily from his suit.", "Then he saw the horizontal band of stars outlining the top of the\n spaceshield and below it the great field of inky black, barely convex\n upward,\nthat must\n, he realized,\nbe the dark side of Uranus\n.", "it was their torpedo taking off, to skim by Uranus in the top of the\n atmosphere and then curve inward the little their chem fuel would let", "The pale greenish bulk of Uranus was centered in the big bridge\n spaceshield against the black velvet dark and bayonet-bright stars, a", "Almost on collision course it neared Uranus, a mystery-cored ball\n of frigid gas 32,000 miles wide coasting through space across the", "fleet's course at a lazy four miles a second. At this time the fleet\n was traveling at 100 miles a second. Beyond Uranus lay only the", "to pitch him and twenty other Joes out of the System on a fast curve\n breaking around Uranus—and so what! He shivered to get a little heat\n and then applied himself to the occulted star he was tracking through", "The star Grunfeld had been waiting for touched the hazy rim of Uranus.\n He drifted back to the eyepiece and began to follow it in as the pale\n planet's hydrogen muted its diamond brilliance.\nIII", "He yielded the eyepiece to the captain. Even without the telescope he\n could see those incredibly brilliant green flickers. He asked himself\n if the Enemy was already gunning for the fleet through Uranus.", "that of Uranus herself. He drew himself to the telescope and feverishly\n studied the area. Nothing at all. Nerves again. If the Enemy were much", "ramming the gaseous bulk of Uranus. This idea of atmospheric braking\n on a grand scale had sounded possible at first suggestion, half a", "Titania to send their jeep to pick you up. Have to start the maneuver\n four hours this side of Uranus, though. Take that long at 1 G to shed\n it.\"", "You only need to shed 90 miles, anyway. Ten miles a second's the close\n circum-Uranian velocity. Go into circum-Uranian orbit and wait for", "After Far Side, this \"tin can\" fleet was ordered to bypass Mercury\n and, tacking on the sun, shape an orbit for Uranus, chiefly because", "pale-olive-edged by the great glow of Uranus. And to the right the\n captain, his legs suited but his upper body still bent out to the side", "her roiling hydrogen air and seething methane seas—but it had always\n been only a faint hope that there were survivors from the First Uranus\n Expedition.", "satellite positions prior to the prospecting and mineral exploitation\n of the small sun-blasted planet. These five ships, each with a skeleton\n five-man crew, were essentially Ross-Smith space stations with a solar", "we've got 70 per cent of our chem fuel in our ships' tanks instead of\n the launches. We're on such a bull's eye course for Uranus—Copperhead" ] ]

[ "Where are the Ambassador and his diplomatic corps when the action opens?", "What is Magnan’s function in the story?", "Why does the Ambassador grow angry after receiving a message from Glave’s new revolutionary government during his staff meeting?", "Which of the diplomatic staff volunteer to go down to the surface of Glave to check out the situation?", "What was a bit unusual about Retief’s arrival at the spaceport on Glave?", "For how long had the new military governor held the rank of general?", "What incident early in the story is brought to mind by Retief’s approach to risky situations on Glave?", "Why does Retief ask the redhead at the power plant when the equipment that he’s looking at was installed?", "According to Jake, what was the cause of the populist uprising?", "How does Retief keep outmaneuvering Jake?" ]

[ [ "They are at Corps Headquarters.", "On a cruise ship commandeered for the Glavian Ocean crossing.", "On board a spaceship approaching Glave.", "In a very expensive hotel conference center in a city near the Glavian capital." ], [ "He serves as a foil for Retief through the obviousness of his obsequious, approval-seeking cowardice.", "He shows that Retief has stiff competition for advancement in the Diplomatic Corps, and Retief’s showboating will not help his case.", "He portrays the real-life fears and thought processes of a diplomat helping to work through the best approach to a crisis.", "Since authors were typically reimbursed for fiction stories based on word count, Magnan’s main contribution is simply to pad the story and get the author a few more dollars." ], [ "Because he had just bought a brand new villa just outside the Glavian capital city, and it appears that the revolutionaries requisitioned it for a headquarters.", "Because the revolutionary leaders tell the diplomats not to proceed with their mission of visiting the planet at all.", "Because he does not handle uncertainty well, and he is growing irritated at the contradictory messages being received from the planet.", "Because the message was sent hours ago, and his aide only just now brought it for him to read." ], [ "All of the staff members volunteer.", "Only Retief volunteers, and that only after making a joke that makes it sound like he won’t go.", "None of them volunteers, not even Retief, who is afraid he won’t be able to get his regular insulin shots.", "Magnan, though he says a lot of dumb things, is brave. He volunteers." ], [ "The spaceport was bustling as usual, with ships, cargo and people coming and going.", "The revolutionaries had burned the spaceport, leaving it black and smoking.", "The place was deserted except for one immigration official.", "When he stepped out of his shuttle, he found the entire revolutionary army surrounding his landing pad." ], [ "He had long military experience as a general.", "Ironically, he had been given a general’s insignia and rank by the old government, just before the revolution started.", "He was given a field promotion to general by the new premier.", "Only since he granted to himself when he took charge." ], [ "Retief is a very careful and precise diplomat, as when he notes that the revolutionary government’s message does not exclude diplomats, just “foreign exploiters.”", "Retief is a chronic smartass. He thinks everything is a joke.", "Retief’s gambling activities with the ship’s crew in orbit.", " Retief was very careful to put on exactly the right clothes – scarlet mess jacket, powder-blue blazer. Later in the story, he showed himself very sensitive to the meaning of how the Glavians he met were dressed." ], [ "Because the redhead claims to be the Chief Engineer, and Retief is testing to see whether he actually knows anything.", "The Corps accepts all de facto governments, so Retief was sounding out the redhead about whether the new regime might need assistance with power station maintenance.", "Retief had studied engineering before joining the diplomatic corps, and he was excited to see the inside of the power plant.", "Because Retief could see for himself that the equipment was on its last legs, and he was worried that the power would fail at sundown." ], [ "They were subjected to taxation without representation.", "Being forced to get an education.", "Having to get government permission to start a family.", "The current government had rigged the last election, so the only solution was insurrection." ], [ "Retief threatens Jake’s family, showing him a photo of his wife and child, so Jake feels he has no choice but to comply.", "Jake’s native language is not Glavian or Galactic Standard, and he pretends to understand Retief when he really doesn’t.", "He talks like he understands Jake and his outlook on life, even though he thinks Jake is not very bright - and there is some evidence to that effect.", "Jake is a drug addict. He is already high when Sozier sends him to escort Retief, and he just can’t get it together." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Mr. Ambassador,\" Counsellor Magnan broke in, rising. \"I'd like to be\n the first—\" he glanced around the table—\"or one of the first, anyway,", "\"What a pity I can't go,\" the Military Attache said. \"But my place is\n with my troops.\"\n\n\n \"The only troops you've got are the Assistant Attache and your\n secretary,\" Magnan pointed out.", "\"Sit down, you idiot!\" Sternwheeler roared. \"If you think I'm\n consenting to have my career blighted—my first Ambassadorial post\n whisked out from under me—the Corps made a fool of—\"", "\"I'm just a diplomat, not a contortionist,\" Retief said, not moving.\n \"Do you mind pointing that thing in some other direction?\"", "\"I don't believe this applies to us, Mr. Ambassador.\"\n\"What are you talking about? It's addressed to me by name!\"", "\"Ambassador Sternwheeler seemed quite upset, Mr. Retief,\" the messenger\n said.\n\n\n \"He usually is, Pete.\" Retief took a cigar from his breast pocket. \"Got\n a light?\"", "\"Do you mind if I run along now, Mr. Ambassador?\" Retief said. \"It's\n time for my insulin shot.\"\n\n\n Sternwheeler's mouth dropped open.", "\"Mr. Ambassador, I have a reply to your message—just received from\n Glave. It's signed by the Steward of the GFE, and I thought you'd want\n to see it at once....\"", "THIS POINT, through the chandeliered and draped ballroom and along a\n stretch of soundless carpet to a heavy door bearing a placard with the\n legend CONFERENCE IN SESSION.", "The Third Secretary produced a permatch. \"I don't know why you smoke\n those things instead of dope sticks, Mr. Retief,\" he said. \"The\n Ambassador hates the smell.\"", "diplomat from the ward room, along the bare corridors of the crew\n level, past the glare panel reading NOTICE—FIRST CLASS ONLY BEYOND", "Glave in less than six hours. I should like before that time to have\n developed some notion regarding to whom I shall expect to offer my\n credentials!\"", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "\"Just kidding,\" Retief said. \"I'll go. But I have one request, Mr.\n Ambassador: no further communication with the ground until I give the\n all-clear.\"\nII", "\"The corporal's a busy man, Jake. We won't worry him by telling him\n about it.\"\n\n\n Jake followed Retief up the walk. The broad double doors were locked.\n \"Let's try the back.\"", "Magnan rose. \"If you'll excuse me Mr. Ambassador, I want to get off a\n message to Sector HQ to hold my old job for me—\"", "\"Oh ... Mr. Retief,\" a strained voice called. Retief looked up. A tall\n thin youth in the black-trimmed gray of a Third Secretary flapped a", "statesmen forget the niceties of diplomatic usage. I suggest you start\n showing a little intelligence about now, or even Horny and Pud are\n likely to notice.\"", "\"That we proceed to make planetfall as scheduled, greet our welcoming\n committee with wide diplomatic smiles, hint at largesse in the offing\n and settle down to observe the lie of the land.\"", "\"You in there, Corasol! This is General Sozier, and I'm warning you to\n come out now or you and your smart friends are in for a big surprise." ], [ "\"—but unfortunately, I'm under treatment at the moment.\" Magnan sat\n down.\n\n\n \"—which will place us in an excellent position, propaganda-wise.", "\"I'd like to volunteer,\" Magnan said, rising.\n\n\n \"Of course, the delegates may be murdered—\"", "\"Just what I was about to suggest,\" Magnan said.\n\n\n \"That might be dangerous,\" Sternwheeler said.\n\n\n \"That's why I didn't suggest it,\" Magnan said.", "\"Tsk. I'm forty-one,\" Magnan said.\n\n\n \"—and with a reputation for adaptability.\" His glance moved along the\n table.", "\"Mr. Ambassador,\" Counsellor Magnan broke in, rising. \"I'd like to be\n the first—\" he glanced around the table—\"or one of the first, anyway,", "\"I'd like to go on record,\" Magnan piped, \"as registering my deep\n gratification at this fulfillment of popular aspirations—\"", "Magnan rose. \"If you'll excuse me Mr. Ambassador, I want to get off a\n message to Sector HQ to hold my old job for me—\"", "\"What a pity I can't go,\" the Military Attache said. \"But my place is\n with my troops.\"\n\n\n \"The only troops you've got are the Assistant Attache and your\n secretary,\" Magnan pointed out.", "Sozier was a small man with thin hair oiled across a shiny scalp,\n prominent ears and eyes like coal chips set in rolls of fat. He", "\"This guy asks too many questions,\" the man with the gun said. \"Let's\n let Sozier answer 'em.\"\n\n\n \"Who's he?\"", "The general got to his feet. \"I'm letting you take your look, Mr.\n Big Nose. I'm giving you four hours. Then out! And the next meddling", "\"Looking for what, Mr. Sozier?\"\n\n\n \"Call me General!\"", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"Eh?\" Sozier's head whipped around to stare at the building.\n\n\n \"Isn't that a gun I see sticking out?\"\n\n\n Sozier dropped. \"Where?\"", "\"And Sozier's idea was you'd take over, and you wouldn't have to be\n bothered.\"\n\n\n \"Aw, it wasn't Sozier's idea. He ain't the big leader.\"", "The narrow door set in the high blank wall opened as Retief approached.\n A gun barrel poked out, followed by a small man with bushy red hair. He\n looked Retief over.", "\"The corporal's a busy man, Jake. We won't worry him by telling him\n about it.\"\n\n\n Jake followed Retief up the walk. The broad double doors were locked.\n \"Let's try the back.\"", "\"I know you can hear me, damn you!\" Sozier squalled. \"You'd better get\n the doors open and get out here fast!\"", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "to welcome the new government of Glave into the family of planetary\n ruling bodies—\"\n\"Sit down, Magnan!\" Sternwheeler snapped. \"Of course the Corps always\n recognizes" ], [ "\"Mr. Ambassador, I have a reply to your message—just received from\n Glave. It's signed by the Steward of the GFE, and I thought you'd want\n to see it at once....\"", "\"Ambassador Sternwheeler seemed quite upset, Mr. Retief,\" the messenger\n said.\n\n\n \"He usually is, Pete.\" Retief took a cigar from his breast pocket. \"Got\n a light?\"", "\"It seems,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"that there has been a change in\n regime on Glave. A week ago, the government which invited the dispatch", "\"I believe that's 'Glavian Free Electorate',\" the Third Secretary said.\n\n\n Sternwheeler stared at the paper, lips pursed. His face grew pink. He\n slammed the paper on the table.", "Glave in less than six hours. I should like before that time to have\n developed some notion regarding to whom I shall expect to offer my\n credentials!\"", "\"Sit down, you idiot!\" Sternwheeler roared. \"If you think I'm\n consenting to have my career blighted—my first Ambassadorial post\n whisked out from under me—the Corps made a fool of—\"", "The Third Secretary produced a permatch. \"I don't know why you smoke\n those things instead of dope sticks, Mr. Retief,\" he said. \"The\n Ambassador hates the smell.\"", "\"Yes, of course; let me have it.\"\n\n\n \"What's the GFE?\" someone asked.\n\n\n \"It's the revolutionary group,\" the messenger said, passing the message\n over.", "\"Mr. Ambassador,\" Counsellor Magnan broke in, rising. \"I'd like to be\n the first—\" he glanced around the table—\"or one of the first, anyway,", "weight around, but you won't throw it around here! There'll be no spies\n pussyfooting around Glave!\"", "sheet of paper from the edge of the circle surrounding the game. \"The\n Ambassador's compliments, sir, and will you join him and the staff in\n the conference room at once?\"", "to welcome the new government of Glave into the family of planetary\n ruling bodies—\"\n\"Sit down, Magnan!\" Sternwheeler snapped. \"Of course the Corps always\n recognizes", "Magnan rose. \"If you'll excuse me Mr. Ambassador, I want to get off a\n message to Sector HQ to hold my old job for me—\"", "\"What a pity I can't go,\" the Military Attache said. \"But my place is\n with my troops.\"\n\n\n \"The only troops you've got are the Assistant Attache and your\n secretary,\" Magnan pointed out.", "of this mission—and to which we're accredited—was overthrown.\n The former ruling class has fled into exile. A popular workers' and\n peasants' junta has taken over.\"", "\"I don't believe this applies to us, Mr. Ambassador.\"\n\"What are you talking about? It's addressed to me by name!\"", "\"The port's a mess,\" Retief barked. \"Nobody on duty to receive official\n visitors! No passenger service facilities! Why, do you know I had to\n carry my own bag—\"", "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "\"Oh ... Mr. Retief,\" a strained voice called. Retief looked up. A tall\n thin youth in the black-trimmed gray of a Third Secretary flapped a", "Retief nodded. \"I only smoke this kind at conferences. It makes for\n shorter sessions.\" He stepped into the room. Ambassador Sternwheeler\n eyed him down the length of the conference table." ], [ "\"It seems,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"that there has been a change in\n regime on Glave. A week ago, the government which invited the dispatch", "Glave in less than six hours. I should like before that time to have\n developed some notion regarding to whom I shall expect to offer my\n credentials!\"", "\"Mr. Ambassador, I have a reply to your message—just received from\n Glave. It's signed by the Steward of the GFE, and I thought you'd want\n to see it at once....\"", "\"Glave was one of the old Contract Worlds,\" Retief said. \"What's become\n of the Planetary Manager General and the technical staff? And how do", "\"I'd like to volunteer,\" Magnan said, rising.\n\n\n \"Of course, the delegates may be murdered—\"", "\"Just kidding,\" Retief said. \"I'll go. But I have one request, Mr.\n Ambassador: no further communication with the ground until I give the\n all-clear.\"\nII", "Retief grounded the lighter, in-cycled the lock and stepped out. The\n hot yellow Glavian sun beat down on a broad expanse of concrete, an", "\"I appreciate your attitude, gentlemen,\" Sternwheeler said, studying\n the ceiling. \"But I'm afraid I must limit the privilege of volunteering\n for this hazardous duty to those officers of more robust physique,\n under forty years of age—\"", "\"That we proceed to make planetfall as scheduled, greet our welcoming\n committee with wide diplomatic smiles, hint at largesse in the offing\n and settle down to observe the lie of the land.\"", "to welcome the new government of Glave into the family of planetary\n ruling bodies—\"\n\"Sit down, Magnan!\" Sternwheeler snapped. \"Of course the Corps always\n recognizes", "\"Except, presumably, the Glavian Free Electorate,\" Retief said blandly.\n \"But tell me, General—who's actually running the show?\"", "diplomat from the ward room, along the bare corridors of the crew\n level, past the glare panel reading NOTICE—FIRST CLASS ONLY BEYOND", "bureaucrat that tries to cut atmosphere on Glave without a clearance\n gets burned!\"", "\"What a pity I can't go,\" the Military Attache said. \"But my place is\n with my troops.\"\n\n\n \"The only troops you've got are the Assistant Attache and your\n secretary,\" Magnan pointed out.", "\"All right! Take your tour! You'll find everything running as smooth as\n silk! Utilities, police, transport, environmental control—\"\n\n\n \"What about Space Control? Glave Tower seems to be off the air.\"", "\"I believe that's 'Glavian Free Electorate',\" the Third Secretary said.\n\n\n Sternwheeler stared at the paper, lips pursed. His face grew pink. He\n slammed the paper on the table.", "\"Say, I'd like to be down there in the thick of things,\" the Political\n Officer said. He assumed a grave expression. \"But of course I'll be\n needed here, to interpret results.\"", "\"I'm just a diplomat, not a contortionist,\" Retief said, not moving.\n \"Do you mind pointing that thing in some other direction?\"", "weight around, but you won't throw it around here! There'll be no spies\n pussyfooting around Glave!\"", "Magnan rose. \"If you'll excuse me Mr. Ambassador, I want to get off a\n message to Sector HQ to hold my old job for me—\"" ], [ "Retief grounded the lighter, in-cycled the lock and stepped out. The\n hot yellow Glavian sun beat down on a broad expanse of concrete, an", "\"The port's a mess,\" Retief barked. \"Nobody on duty to receive official\n visitors! No passenger service facilities! Why, do you know I had to\n carry my own bag—\"", "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "Half an hour later, after a tour of the commercial center, Retief\n headed towards the city's outskirts. The avenue curved, leading up\n along the flank of a low hill.", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "abruptly swung inward. Retief sprinted, plunged through the opening\n as a second shot seared the paint on the doorframe. The door clanged\n behind him. Retief glanced over the half dozen men confronting him.", "Retief glanced back. A turret on the station roof was rotating slowly.\n A shout rose; men surged away from the building, scuffling for way;", "The narrow door set in the high blank wall opened as Retief approached.\n A gun barrel poked out, followed by a small man with bushy red hair. He\n looked Retief over.", "\"Ah, the good corporal. Glad you mentioned him, Jake. He's the man to\n see.\" Retief stepped out of the car and started through the crowd. A", "Retief. \"You're in luck. I'm too busy right now to bother with you.\n You get back over to the port and leave the same way you came—and tell", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "A brown-uniformed man ran from behind the Customs Counter, holding a\n long-barreled blast-rifle centered on the Corps insignia stitched to\n the pocket of Retief's powder-blue blazer.", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "Retief swung into a parking lot under a high blank facade. He set the\n brake and stepped out.\n\n\n \"Lead the way, Jake.\"", "\"Just kidding,\" Retief said. \"I'll go. But I have one request, Mr.\n Ambassador: no further communication with the ground until I give the\n all-clear.\"\nII", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "\"Glave was one of the old Contract Worlds,\" Retief said. \"What's become\n of the Planetary Manager General and the technical staff? And how do", "The man eyed Retief's bag. \"What's in that?\"\n\n\n \"Personal belongings under duty-free entry.\"\n\n\n \"Guns?\"", "Retief walked over to the cart, tossed his valise aboard, climbed\n into the driver's seat and headed for the operations building. Beyond" ], [ "\"He's the Military Governor of the City.\"", "The general got to his feet. \"I'm letting you take your look, Mr.\n Big Nose. I'm giving you four hours. Then out! And the next meddling", "\"Looking for what, Mr. Sozier?\"\n\n\n \"Call me General!\"", "normal—just as the general said. Remarkable, isn't it, considering\n that the entire managerial class has packed up and left?\"", "\"General Sozier, damn you! and plaster your big mouth shut!\" He\n gestured to one of the uniformed men standing by.", "\"It seems,\" Sternwheeler went on, \"that there has been a change in\n regime on Glave. A week ago, the government which invited the dispatch", "Glave in less than six hours. I should like before that time to have\n developed some notion regarding to whom I shall expect to offer my\n credentials!\"", "\"You in there, Corasol! This is General Sozier, and I'm warning you to\n come out now or you and your smart friends are in for a big surprise.", "\"What a pity I can't go,\" the Military Attache said. \"But my place is\n with my troops.\"\n\n\n \"The only troops you've got are the Assistant Attache and your\n secretary,\" Magnan pointed out.", "has no intention of making any embarrassing investigations. We deal\n with the existing government, no questions asked.\" His eyes held the\n other's. \"Unless, of course, there are evidences of atrocities or other", "\"Except, presumably, the Glavian Free Electorate,\" Retief said blandly.\n \"But tell me, General—who's actually running the show?\"", "\"I dunno. I guess he's pretty busy right now.\" Jake snickered. \"Some of\n them guys call themselves colonels turned out not to know nothing about\n how to shoot off the guns.\"", "to welcome the new government of Glave into the family of planetary\n ruling bodies—\"\n\"Sit down, Magnan!\" Sternwheeler snapped. \"Of course the Corps always\n recognizes", "\"I'm Retief, CDT, acting Charge,\" he said. \"Which of you gentlemen is\n Manager-General Corasol?\"", "\"Yes, of course; let me have it.\"\n\n\n \"What's the GFE?\" someone asked.\n\n\n \"It's the revolutionary group,\" the messenger said, passing the message\n over.", "\"Here it is.\" Retief plucked a worn stub from the pocket of the soiled\n shirt sagging under the weight of braided shoulderboards. \"You can sign", "who's managed it.\"\n\"Gentlemen!\" Sternwheeler bellowed. \"I'm awaiting your constructive\n suggestions—not an exchange of political views. We'll arrive off", "\"My boner, Jake. Known Sozier long?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. He useta come around to the club.\"\n\n\n \"I take it he was in the army under the old regime?\"", "\"Tell you what. When he shows up, I'll engage him in conversation. You\n beat it back to the barracks and grab a quick bath—\"", "\"I appreciate your attitude, gentlemen,\" Sternwheeler said, studying\n the ceiling. \"But I'm afraid I must limit the privilege of volunteering\n for this hazardous duty to those officers of more robust physique,\n under forty years of age—\"" ], [ "Retief grounded the lighter, in-cycled the lock and stepped out. The\n hot yellow Glavian sun beat down on a broad expanse of concrete, an", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "\"You can come out now,\" Retief said. \"They've gone.\"\n\n\n The man rose, dusting himself off. He looked over Retief's shoulder.\n \"Who's gone?\"", "abruptly swung inward. Retief sprinted, plunged through the opening\n as a second shot seared the paint on the doorframe. The door clanged\n behind him. Retief glanced over the half dozen men confronting him.", "\"I heard you. Five times. And I only warned you once. You're getting\n ahead of me.\" Retief rose, motioned to the hulking guard. \"Come on,", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "important intelligence.\" He blinked at Retief expectantly. Retief\n raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry.", "The man eyed Retief's bag. \"What's in that?\"\n\n\n \"Personal belongings under duty-free entry.\"\n\n\n \"Guns?\"", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "sidelines. If he tries anything, shoot him!\" He gave Retief a baleful\n grin. \"I'll lay the body out nice and ship it back to your cronies.", "\"That's right, fellows,\" Retief called out. \"No gun; no knife, not\n even a small fission bomb. Just a few pairs of socks and some reading\n matter.\"", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "\"Quite a bruise you've got there,\" Retief commented heartily. \"Power\n failure at sunset,\" he added softly. The technician hesitated, nodded\n and moved on.", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "The narrow door set in the high blank wall opened as Retief approached.\n A gun barrel poked out, followed by a small man with bushy red hair. He\n looked Retief over.", "Retief's left fist shot out to connect solidly with Jake's jaw. Jake\n dropped the gun and sat down hard. Retief turned and headed for the", "\"I'd like to take a look at that message,\" Retief said. It was passed\n along to him. He read it." ], [ "\"You wanta see the Power Plant?\" Retief could see perspiration beaded\n on the man's forehead under the uniform cap.", "Retief moved forward, stood looking down at the redhead. The little\n man hesitated, then waved him past. \"Lucky for you I like your looks.\"", "\"Quite a bruise you've got there,\" Retief commented heartily. \"Power\n failure at sunset,\" he added softly. The technician hesitated, nodded\n and moved on.", "\"Rather old-fashioned equipment isn't it? When was it installed?\"\n\n\n \"Huh? I dunno. What's wrong with it?\"", "The narrow door set in the high blank wall opened as Retief approached.\n A gun barrel poked out, followed by a small man with bushy red hair. He\n looked Retief over.", "pumping station. The hose had shut down now. A few men were standing,\n eyeing the building anxiously. Others watched his progress across the\n square. As Retief passed, he caught scattered comments:", "Inside, Retief surveyed the long room, the giant converter units, the\n massive busbars. Armed men—some in uniform, some in work clothes", "\"That's enough smart talk.\" The biggest of the three newcomers moved\n up to Retief. \"You stuck your nose in at the wrong time. We just had a\n change of management around here.\"", "important intelligence.\" He blinked at Retief expectantly. Retief\n raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry.", "Back in the car, Retief gave Jake directions. At the end of three\n hours, he had seen twelve smooth-running, heavily guarded installations.", "\"I heard about it,\" Retief said. \"Who do I complain to?\"\n\n\n \"Complain? What about?\"", "The man eyed Retief's bag. \"What's in that?\"\n\n\n \"Personal belongings under duty-free entry.\"\n\n\n \"Guns?\"", "\"Ah, Mr. Retief honors us with his presence. Do be seated, Retief.\" He\n fingered a yellow Departmental despatch. Retief took a chair, puffing\n out a dense cloud of smoke.", "At the curb, Retief held out his hand. \"Give me the power cylinder out\n of your rifle, Jake.\"\n\n\n \"Huh?\"", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief.", "\"Mind if I sit down?\" Retief pulled out a chair, seated himself and\n took out a cigar. \"Curiously enough,\" he said, lighting up, \"the Corps", "Retief strolled over to the gray-haired man, now scribbling before a\n bank of meters. He glanced at the clipboard.", "\"You can come out now,\" Retief said. \"They've gone.\"\n\n\n The man rose, dusting himself off. He looked over Retief's shoulder.\n \"Who's gone?\"", "\"Everything seems to be running normally,\" Retief remarked.\n\n\n \"Sure. Why not?\"\n\n\n \"Records being kept up properly?\"", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"" ], [ "\"Sorry, Jake; no can do. Tell me, what was the real cause of the\n revolution? Not enough to eat? Too much regimentation?\"", "\"I know, Jake. It's tough. Sometimes it seems like a fellow works\n harder after he's thrown out the parasites than he did before.\"", "Jake nodded. \"Yeah, it was them schools done it. All the time trying\n to make a feller do some kind of class. Big shots. Know it all. Gonna\n make us sit around and view tapes. Figgered they was better than us.\"", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "\"I dunno. I guess he's pretty busy right now.\" Jake snickered. \"Some of\n them guys call themselves colonels turned out not to know nothing about\n how to shoot off the guns.\"", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"", "Jake. We've got a lot of ground to cover before we come back for our\n dinner.\"\nIII", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"Nice looking city, Jake,\" Retief said conversationally. \"What's the\n population?\"\n\n\n \"I dunno. I only been here a year.\"", "\"Who's this party, Jake?\" he barked.\n\n\n \"Sozier said show him the plant,\" Jake said.", "Jake shook his head angrily and stamped past Retief. \"When I joined up\n with Sozier, I didn't figger I'd be getting in this kind of mess.\"", "\"Look, Mister, the corporal only wanted me to show you the outside.\"\n\n\n \"Anything to hide, Jake?\"", "\"I don't know nothing,\" Jake snapped. \"How come you keep trying to get\n me to say stuff I ain't supposed to talk about? You want to get me in", "\"We got as much right as anybody—\"\n\n\n \"Jake, who's Corasol?\"\n\n\n \"He's—I don't know.\"", "\"What are you doing here!\" he burst out. \"I told Jake—where is that—\"", "\"My boner, Jake. Known Sozier long?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. He useta come around to the club.\"\n\n\n \"I take it he was in the army under the old regime?\"", "\"I ain't going down there,\" Jake said sullenly.\n\n\n Retief braked. \"In that case, I'm afraid our association is at an end,\n Jake.\"", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "\"Something going on there, Jake?\"\n\n\n \"That's where—I mean, no. I don't know.\"\n\n\n \"I don't want to miss anything, Jake. Which way?\"" ], [ "Retief's left fist shot out to connect solidly with Jake's jaw. Jake\n dropped the gun and sat down hard. Retief turned and headed for the", "Jake looked at Retief uncertainly, fingering his empty rifle.\n\n\n Retief put his hands up. \"I guess you got me, Jake,\" he said. \"Careful\n of that gun, now.\"", "\"Now we're getting somewhere,\" Retief said. \"Lead the way, Jake—and\n don't forget my bag.\"", "Jake glanced at Sozier, gulped, aimed the rifle at Retief and nodded\n toward the car. As Retief moved off, a murmur swept across the crowd.", "Retief swung into a parking lot under a high blank facade. He set the\n brake and stepped out.\n\n\n \"Lead the way, Jake.\"", "\"Jake didn't like the questions I was asking,\" Retief said, \"so he\n marched me up here to report to you.\"", "\"Jake, you damn fool!\" Sozier roared. \"I got a good mind—\"\n\"I disagree, Sozier,\" Retief cut in. \"I think you're a complete", "\"The corporal's a busy man, Jake. We won't worry him by telling him\n about it.\"\n\n\n Jake followed Retief up the walk. The broad double doors were locked.\n \"Let's try the back.\"", "Back in the car, Retief gave Jake directions. At the end of three\n hours, he had seen twelve smooth-running, heavily guarded installations.", "\"Sure. Which way?\" With Jake directing, Retief ascended to the ridge\n top, cruised past the blank white facade of the station.", "Retief rose and dusted his knees. \"That's all for now, boys,\" he said.\n \"I'll take the rest of your money later.\" He followed the junior", "\"Ah, the good corporal. Glad you mentioned him, Jake. He's the man to\n see.\" Retief stepped out of the car and started through the crowd. A", "\"I'm telling you to shift that blaster before I take it away from you\n and wrap it around your neck,\" Retief said conversationally. The cop\n stepped back uncertainly, lowering the gun.", "sidelines. If he tries anything, shoot him!\" He gave Retief a baleful\n grin. \"I'll lay the body out nice and ship it back to your cronies.", "\"I ain't going down there,\" Jake said sullenly.\n\n\n Retief braked. \"In that case, I'm afraid our association is at an end,\n Jake.\"", "\"You can come out now,\" Retief said. \"They've gone.\"\n\n\n The man rose, dusting himself off. He looked over Retief's shoulder.\n \"Who's gone?\"", "\"I heard you. Five times. And I only warned you once. You're getting\n ahead of me.\" Retief rose, motioned to the hulking guard. \"Come on,", "\"Hah!\" The gun-handler moved out from the counter, came up to Retief.\n \"Empty out your pockets!\" he barked. \"Hands overhead!\"", "\"Just between us, Jake—where did the former Planetary Manager General\n go?\" Retief watched Jake's heavy face in the mirror. Jake jumped,\n clamped his mouth shut.\n\n\n \"I don't know nothing.\"", "Retief stepped to Sozier's side. \"Say, Corporal, I didn't know you went\n in for practical jokes.\"\n\n\n Sozier jerked around to gape at Retief." ] ]

[ "How do the five end up finding the alien ship?", "What prompts the group's decision not to alert the authorities about their findings?", "Why is it ironic that Kane is the most eager to enter the ship?", "What are some of the things that the moon's inhabitants do for entertainment?", "Inside the ship, the narrator and his wife discover rooms similar to", "How does the alien ship communicate with the passengers?", "What do the passengers discover about the alien's intentions towards them?", "\"Every problem has a solution\" is Kane's mantra. How does this relate to the situation the passengers find themselves in?", "What is the main concern of the alien ship?", "What does Kane threaten to do unless they are returned to the moon?" ]

[ [ "They were on a walk and simply stumbled across it.", "They are sent on a mission from Lunar City to find the craft.", "They are aliens themselves and are given the location by their commander.", "Kane is sent to find the ship to pilot it back to Earth, and the others are part of his crew." ], [ "They do not want a war to break out on the moon.", "They do, in fact, alert the authorities about their findings.", "They are fearful of what will happen if it is discovered they were exploring without permission.", "They want to find out as much as they can before letting the authorities know about their findings in hopes of achieving fame and fortune." ], [ "Kane is a pilot, and he knows the ultimate danger they will all face inside the ship.", "In the end, Kane does not want to return to the moon, unlike the others.", "In the end, Kane is the one most eager to find a way off of the ship.", "Kane enters the ship with the hope that his wife will be left behind on the moon, but Miller is the one who is actually left." ], [ "The authorities do not allow the inhabitants to do anything for entertainment purposes.", "Much like ancient oral traditions, they often hold gatherings and tell stories about their time on the earth to help preserve their history. ", "They play games.", "They take walks on the moon's surface to better acquaint themselves with their new surroundings." ], [ "Nothing they have ever been exposed to. ", "The interior of the ships that delivered them to the moon.", "Rooms that would normally be in a home.", "Cages at the zoo like they are to be housed in." ], [ "They use radio transmissions.", "The ship communicates with them telepathically.", "There is no communication as the passengers are being held against their will.", "They communicate through an elaborate speaker system" ], [ "The aliens want Kane to pilot their mother-ship. They do not care about the rest of the passengers.", "They never discover the aliens' intentions, as the passengers can never make contact with the aliens.", "The aliens plan to return the passengers to their home: Earth.", "The aliens plan to study the passengers." ], [ "Kane must find a solution to the ship's damage or they will all die.", "Kane knows there is no solution. He just says that in order to give the other's hope.", "The passengers must find a solution that will help them to escape the alien ship.", "The passengers must find a solution to the problem the aliens have presented to them regarding the fate of the human race." ], [ "Delivering the passengers in an unharmed condition to the bounty hunters who are hunting the passengers.", "Delivering the passengers in an unharmed condition to its master.", "Delivering the passengers in an unharmed condition back to Earth.", "Delivering the passengers in an unharmed condition back to the moon." ], [ "Kill the others, starting with the narrator.", "Kill himself.", "Kill his wife.", "Crash the ship." ] ]

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[ [ "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "We had expected only the familiar craters, chasms and weird rock\n formations. A twist of fate and here we were: imprisoned in an alien\n ship.", "For five hours, we minutely examined every room. We had no tools to\n force our way through solid metal walls to the engine or control rooms.", "\"Come on in, Marie,\" he called to his wife. \"This is really something!\n It\nmust\nbe an alien race. There's all kinds of weird drawings on the\n walls and gadgets that look like controls for something....\"", "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "they came to Earth in their spaceships when men were primitives living\n in caves. They wanted to know what our civilization would be like\n when we developed space flight. So they put this ship on the Moon as a", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested.", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "We turned our head-lamps on the strange object before us. Five beams\n of light illuminated the smooth shape that protruded from the Moon's\n surface.", "He flashed an angry glance at me, but seemed to calm somewhat. \"This\n ship was made by a race from another galaxy. Thousands of years ago,", "They had been able to predict our scientific development, but they\n hadn't been able to tell how our civilization would develop. They were\n curious, so they had left an enormously elaborate piece of bait on the\n Moon.", "The only things in the ship that could be lifted and carried about were\n the containers of food and alien games. None were sufficiently heavy or\n hard enough to put even a scratch in the heavy metal.", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "I remembered the way antigravity rays had shoved Miller from the ship\n and asked the machine, \"Why didn't you let our fifth member board the\n ship?\"", "The rooms that we could enter were without doors, except the ones that\n opened into the corridor.\n\n\n After intensive searching, we realized there was\nno way\nto damage the\n ship or reach any section other than our allotted space.", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put" ], [ "Kane grabbed my arm. \"No. Let's find out whatever we can by ourselves.\n If we tell the authorities, they'll order us to leave it alone. If we\n discover something really important, we'll be famous!\"", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "\"Yes. Well, this voice said not to worry and that it wasn't going to\n hurt me. It said it only wanted to learn something about us. It was\n the", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "\"Did they use telepathy to explain?\" Verana asked. I suddenly\n remembered that she was a member of a club that investigated", "\"Look at it this way,\" Kane persisted. \"If you carry our corpses to\n your masters, all your efforts will have been useless. If you return us\n to the Moon alive, you'll still have a chance to carry out your mission\n later.\"", "\"Miller, get help!\"\n\n\n \"I'll—\" The sound of his breathing ceased. We listened intently.\n\n\n \"What happened to him?\"", "\"Your purpose won't be fulfilled, will it?\" Kane demanded. \"Not if you\n return with dead specimens!\"\n\n\n \"No,\" the machine admitted.", "For five hours, we minutely examined every room. We had no tools to\n force our way through solid metal walls to the engine or control rooms.", "few criminals get away these days, even though they've got such crowds\n to lose themselves in. All we have is a ship that we can't control. I\n don't think we have a chance.\"", "The machine didn't answer. I waited for the electronic brain to\n interfere and, with a cold knot in my stomach, realized the machine had\n said it had no way to control our actions!", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"What will your masters think of you if I kill all of us? You'll return\n to them with a cargo of dead people!\"", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "\"Obvious, isn't it? While all of you were asleep, I conked each of you\n on the head, dragged you in here and tied you up.\" He smiled crookedly.", "\"If you take us back to the Moon, your masters will never know you\n failed in your mission. They won't know you failed because you won't\n bring them proof of your failure.\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "We stared at the metal door that had imprisoned us, afraid even to\n speak of our fantastic suspicion.\n\n\n I deactivated my radio.", "A long silence followed. Verana and Marie screamed at Kane to let go.\n A soft darkness seemed to fill the room, blurring everything, drowning\n even their shrieks in strangling blackness." ], [ "\"Maybe we can reach the ship's controls somehow,\" Kane said excitedly.\n \"We've got to try to change the ship's course and get back to the\n Moon!\"", "\"My masters will be displeased with me if you arrive in a damaged\n condition.\"\n\n\n Kane banged his head against a bulkhead; an ugly bruise formed rapidly.\n \"Shtop me, then!\"", "We looked at each other and then at the inviting corridor beyond the\n open door.\n\n\n We went single file, first Kane, then his wife Marie. Verana followed\n next and I was the last.", "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "\"Come on,\" Kane ordered. \"We'll search this ship room by room and we'll\n find some way to make it take us back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It's useless,\" the ship warned us.", "A few feet above the ground, the structure's smooth surface was broken\n by a circular opening that yawned invitingly. Kane ran ahead and\n flashed his head-lamp into the dark recess.", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "\"Look at it this way,\" Kane persisted. \"If you carry our corpses to\n your masters, all your efforts will have been useless. If you return us\n to the Moon alive, you'll still have a chance to carry out your mission\n later.\"", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"Don't feel so bad,\" I told Kane. \"It could be worse. It should be\n interesting to see an alien race. We'll have our wives with us—\"", "He shrugged muscular shoulders. \"So this ship is operated by a\n thinking, conscientious machine. It's the first time I've encountered\n such a machine, but I think I know what will happen. I spent hours last\n night figuring—\"", "At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a blank wall. The sweat\n on his face glistened dully; his chest rose and fell rapidly. Kane was", "Kane grabbed my arm. \"No. Let's find out whatever we can by ourselves.\n If we tell the authorities, they'll order us to leave it alone. If we\n discover something really important, we'll be famous!\"", "Kane staggered into the room. Although he was visibly drunk, he\n appeared more sober than the night before. His dark hair was rumpled\n and his face was flushed, but his eyes gleamed with a growing alertness.", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "\"You win,\" the machine conceded. \"I'll return the ship to the Moon.\"\n\n\n Kane released his grip on my throat.", "We drank until Kane was staggering about the room, shouting insults at\n the alien race and the mechanical voice that seemed to be everywhere.\n He beat his fist against a wall until blood trickled from bruised\n knuckles.", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested." ], [ "of recreation were scarce. Many people explored the place to amuse\n themselves. After supper, we had decided to take a walk. As simple as\n that: a walk on the Moon.", "The Kanes, Miller, Verana and I lived in Lunar City with hundreds of\n other people. Mankind had inhabited the Moon for over a year. Means", "filled with dozens of strange games and books of instructions in the\n form of simple drawings. The games were foreign, but designed in such a\n fashion that they would be interesting to Earthmen.", "Two of the rooms were sleeping quarters. The floors were covered with a\n spongy substance and the lights were dim and soothing.", "The last room was an observatory. The ceiling and an entire wall were\n transparent. Outside, the stars shone clearly for a few seconds, then\n disappeared for an equal time, only to reappear in a different position.", "They had been able to predict our scientific development, but they\n hadn't been able to tell how our civilization would develop. They were\n curious, so they had left an enormously elaborate piece of bait on the\n Moon.", "Something had made the thing, whatever it was. But was it strange that\n it hadn't been noticed before? Men had lived on the Moon for over a\n year, but the Moon was vast and the", "they came to Earth in their spaceships when men were primitives living\n in caves. They wanted to know what our civilization would be like\n when we developed space flight. So they put this ship on the Moon as a", "The only things in the ship that could be lifted and carried about were\n the containers of food and alien games. None were sufficiently heavy or\n hard enough to put even a scratch in the heavy metal.", "We turned our head-lamps on the strange object before us. Five beams\n of light illuminated the smooth shape that protruded from the Moon's\n surface.", "Above us, the stars were cold, motionless and crystal-clear.\n Indifferently, they sprayed a faint light on our surroundings ... a\n dim glow that was hardly sufficient for normal vision and was too weak\n to be reflected toward Earth.", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "\"If you take us back to the Moon, your masters will never know you\n failed in your mission. They won't know you failed because you won't\n bring them proof of your failure.\"", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "The walls of the room were covered with strange drawings and\n instruments. Here and there, kaleidoscopic lights pulsed rhythmically.", "Our bounding path across the level expanse was clearly marked. Because\n of the light gravity, we had leaped high into the air with each step", "as far as the eye could see in every direction, there was a smooth\n layer of pumice that resembled the surface of a calm sea. Scattered\n across the quiet sea of virgin Moon dust were occasional islands", "few people have, I was resigned and Kane was angry.\nFor several minutes, we sampled the different foods. Every one had a\n distinctive flavor, comparable to that of a fruit or vegetable on Earth.", "\"If it's a perfect sphere,\" Miller suggested, \"most of it must be\n beneath the Moon's surface.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe it isn't a sphere,\" my wife said. \"Maybe this is all of it.\"" ], [ "The rooms that we could enter were without doors, except the ones that\n opened into the corridor.\n\n\n After intensive searching, we realized there was\nno way\nto damage the\n ship or reach any section other than our allotted space.", "The last room was an observatory. The ceiling and an entire wall were\n transparent. Outside, the stars shone clearly for a few seconds, then\n disappeared for an equal time, only to reappear in a different position.", "Two of the rooms were sleeping quarters. The floors were covered with a\n spongy substance and the lights were dim and soothing.", "The room was approximately twelve feet long and nine feet wide. The\n ceiling was only a few inches above our heads and when I looked at the\n smooth, hard metal, I felt as if I were trapped in some alien vault.", "Six rooms were open to our use. The two rooms in which the Kanes had\n been imprisoned were locked and there were no controls or locks to work\n on.", "\"There's a small room inside,\" he told us, and climbed through the\n opening.\n\n\n We waited outside and focused our lamps through the five-foot opening\n to give him as much light as possible.", "\"Come on in, Marie,\" he called to his wife. \"This is really something!\n It\nmust\nbe an alien race. There's all kinds of weird drawings on the\n walls and gadgets that look like controls for something....\"", "alienness of the thing and yet she wanted to be with her husband. She\n hesitated momentarily, then climbed through the passage.", "\"Perhaps we'd better look at the other rooms,\" I told her.\nThe next room we examined was obviously for recreation. Containers were", "... and struck an invisible solid wall.\nMy eyes were on the circular opening. A metal panel emerged from a\n recess on one side and slid across the passage. The room darkened with\n the absence of starlight.", "For five hours, we minutely examined every room. We had no tools to\n force our way through solid metal walls to the engine or control rooms.", "A few feet above the ground, the structure's smooth surface was broken\n by a circular opening that yawned invitingly. Kane ran ahead and\n flashed his head-lamp into the dark recess.", "We walked slowly, examining the strange construction. The walls were\n featureless but still seemed alien. At various places on the walls were\n the outlines of doors without handles or locks.", "\"The end of the line,\" he grunted.\n\n\n As though to disprove the statement, a door on his right side opened\n soundlessly.", "We looked at each other and then at the inviting corridor beyond the\n open door.\n\n\n We went single file, first Kane, then his wife Marie. Verana followed\n next and I was the last.", "He went through the doorway as if shoved violently by an invisible hand.\n\n\n The door closed behind him.\n\n\n Marie threw herself at the door and beat at the metal. \"Harry!\"", "We had walked not more than two yards when the rest of the doors\n opened soundlessly.\n\n\n Verana's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.", "At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a blank wall. The sweat\n on his face glistened dully; his chest rose and fell rapidly. Kane was", "\"You want to go in?\" my wife asked.\n\n\n \"Do you?\"\n\n\n \"Let's.\"", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"" ], [ "The rooms that we could enter were without doors, except the ones that\n opened into the corridor.\n\n\n After intensive searching, we realized there was\nno way\nto damage the\n ship or reach any section other than our allotted space.", "\"No. I control the ship.\" Although the voice spoke without stilted\n phrases, the tone was cold and mechanical.\n\n\n \"What are your—your masters going to do with us?\" Marie asked\n anxiously.", "\"I'm located in a part of the ship you can't reach. I'm a machine.\"\n\n\n \"Is anyone else aboard besides ourselves?\"", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "buttons and they respond in predetermined patterns. But the electronic\n brain in this ship isn't automatic. It makes decisions and I'll bet it\n even has to decide how much energy and time to put into each process!\"", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "The only things in the ship that could be lifted and carried about were\n the containers of food and alien games. None were sufficiently heavy or\n hard enough to put even a scratch in the heavy metal.", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "He flashed an angry glance at me, but seemed to calm somewhat. \"This\n ship was made by a race from another galaxy. Thousands of years ago,", "\"Come on,\" Kane ordered. \"We'll search this ship room by room and we'll\n find some way to make it take us back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It's useless,\" the ship warned us.", "\"Come on in, Marie,\" he called to his wife. \"This is really something!\n It\nmust\nbe an alien race. There's all kinds of weird drawings on the\n walls and gadgets that look like controls for something....\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "We had expected only the familiar craters, chasms and weird rock\n formations. A twist of fate and here we were: imprisoned in an alien\n ship.", "He shrugged muscular shoulders. \"So this ship is operated by a\n thinking, conscientious machine. It's the first time I've encountered\n such a machine, but I think I know what will happen. I spent hours last\n night figuring—\"", "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "\"Maybe we can reach the ship's controls somehow,\" Kane said excitedly.\n \"We've got to try to change the ship's course and get back to the\n Moon!\"", "\"Yes. Well, this voice said not to worry and that it wasn't going to\n hurt me. It said it only wanted to learn something about us. It was\n the", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested." ], [ "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "We had expected only the familiar craters, chasms and weird rock\n formations. A twist of fate and here we were: imprisoned in an alien\n ship.", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested.", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "\"No. I control the ship.\" Although the voice spoke without stilted\n phrases, the tone was cold and mechanical.\n\n\n \"What are your—your masters going to do with us?\" Marie asked\n anxiously.", "\"Maybe we can reach the ship's controls somehow,\" Kane said excitedly.\n \"We've got to try to change the ship's course and get back to the\n Moon!\"", "He flashed an angry glance at me, but seemed to calm somewhat. \"This\n ship was made by a race from another galaxy. Thousands of years ago,", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "I wondered what the alien race was like. Intelligent, surely: They had\n foreseen our conquest of space flight when we hadn't even invented", "\"Come on in, Marie,\" he called to his wife. \"This is really something!\n It\nmust\nbe an alien race. There's all kinds of weird drawings on the\n walls and gadgets that look like controls for something....\"", "The only things in the ship that could be lifted and carried about were\n the containers of food and alien games. None were sufficiently heavy or\n hard enough to put even a scratch in the heavy metal.", "The rooms that we could enter were without doors, except the ones that\n opened into the corridor.\n\n\n After intensive searching, we realized there was\nno way\nto damage the\n ship or reach any section other than our allotted space.", "\"If you don't take us back to the Moon,\" Kane threatened, \"I'll kill\nall of us\n!\"\n\n\n The alien electronic brain was silent.", "\"Yes. Well, this voice said not to worry and that it wasn't going to\n hurt me. It said it only wanted to learn something about us. It was\n the" ], [ "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "\"Look at it this way,\" Kane persisted. \"If you carry our corpses to\n your masters, all your efforts will have been useless. If you return us\n to the Moon alive, you'll still have a chance to carry out your mission\n later.\"", "\"\nDoes\nevery problem have a solution? I don't believe it. Some\n problems are too great. Take the problem of a murderer in our", "\"Maybe we can reach the ship's controls somehow,\" Kane said excitedly.\n \"We've got to try to change the ship's course and get back to the\n Moon!\"", "\"My masters will be displeased with me if you arrive in a damaged\n condition.\"\n\n\n Kane banged his head against a bulkhead; an ugly bruise formed rapidly.\n \"Shtop me, then!\"", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"I can't. My masters created no way for me to restrain or contact you\n other than use of your language.\"\n\n\n It took fully fifteen minutes to drag Kane to his sleeping compartment.", "At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a blank wall. The sweat\n on his face glistened dully; his chest rose and fell rapidly. Kane was", "\"Come on,\" Kane ordered. \"We'll search this ship room by room and we'll\n find some way to make it take us back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It's useless,\" the ship warned us.", "By this time, I couldn't see and Kane's voice was a hollow, faraway\n thing that rang in my ears. I tugged at my bindings, but they only\n tightened as I struggled.", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "\"Don't feel so bad,\" I told Kane. \"It could be worse. It should be\n interesting to see an alien race. We'll have our wives with us—\"", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "Kane whirled in a complete circle, glaring at each of the four walls.\n \"Where are you?\nWho\nare you?\"", "We drank until Kane was staggering about the room, shouting insults at\n the alien race and the mechanical voice that seemed to be everywhere.\n He beat his fist against a wall until blood trickled from bruised\n knuckles.", "We gave up.\n\n\n The women went to the sleeping compartments to rest and Kane I went to\n the \"kitchen.\"", "few criminals get away these days, even though they've got such crowds\n to lose themselves in. All we have is a ship that we can't control. I\n don't think we have a chance.\"" ], [ "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "\"No. I control the ship.\" Although the voice spoke without stilted\n phrases, the tone was cold and mechanical.\n\n\n \"What are your—your masters going to do with us?\" Marie asked\n anxiously.", "He flashed an angry glance at me, but seemed to calm somewhat. \"This\n ship was made by a race from another galaxy. Thousands of years ago,", "they came to Earth in their spaceships when men were primitives living\n in caves. They wanted to know what our civilization would be like\n when we developed space flight. So they put this ship on the Moon as a", "I wondered what the alien race was like. Intelligent, surely: They had\n foreseen our conquest of space flight when we hadn't even invented", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "buttons and they respond in predetermined patterns. But the electronic\n brain in this ship isn't automatic. It makes decisions and I'll bet it\n even has to decide how much energy and time to put into each process!\"", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "He shrugged muscular shoulders. \"So this ship is operated by a\n thinking, conscientious machine. It's the first time I've encountered\n such a machine, but I think I know what will happen. I spent hours last\n night figuring—\"", "We had expected only the familiar craters, chasms and weird rock\n formations. A twist of fate and here we were: imprisoned in an alien\n ship.", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "\"You won't be harmed. My masters merely wish to question and examine\n you. Thousands of years ago, they wondered what your race would be like", "\"I'm located in a part of the ship you can't reach. I'm a machine.\"\n\n\n \"Is anyone else aboard besides ourselves?\"", "The only things in the ship that could be lifted and carried about were\n the containers of food and alien games. None were sufficiently heavy or\n hard enough to put even a scratch in the heavy metal.", "\"Come on,\" Kane ordered. \"We'll search this ship room by room and we'll\n find some way to make it take us back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It's useless,\" the ship warned us.", "They had been able to predict our scientific development, but they\n hadn't been able to tell how our civilization would develop. They were\n curious, so they had left an enormously elaborate piece of bait on the\n Moon." ], [ "\"If you don't take us back to the Moon,\" Kane threatened, \"I'll kill\nall of us\n!\"\n\n\n The alien electronic brain was silent.", "\"Look at it this way,\" Kane persisted. \"If you carry our corpses to\n your masters, all your efforts will have been useless. If you return us\n to the Moon alive, you'll still have a chance to carry out your mission\n later.\"", "\"You win,\" the machine conceded. \"I'll return the ship to the Moon.\"\n\n\n Kane released his grip on my throat.", "\"Maybe we can reach the ship's controls somehow,\" Kane said excitedly.\n \"We've got to try to change the ship's course and get back to the\n Moon!\"", "\"If you take us back to the Moon, your masters will never know you\n failed in your mission. They won't know you failed because you won't\n bring them proof of your failure.\"", "\"Come on,\" Kane ordered. \"We'll search this ship room by room and we'll\n find some way to make it take us back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It's useless,\" the ship warned us.", "\"Your purpose won't be fulfilled, will it?\" Kane demanded. \"Not if you\n return with dead specimens!\"\n\n\n \"No,\" the machine admitted.", "\"My masters will be displeased with me if you arrive in a damaged\n condition.\"\n\n\n Kane banged his head against a bulkhead; an ugly bruise formed rapidly.\n \"Shtop me, then!\"", "\"What will your masters think of you if I kill all of us? You'll return\n to them with a cargo of dead people!\"", "We drank until Kane was staggering about the room, shouting insults at\n the alien race and the mechanical voice that seemed to be everywhere.\n He beat his fist against a wall until blood trickled from bruised\n knuckles.", "\"I can't. My masters created no way for me to restrain or contact you\n other than use of your language.\"\n\n\n It took fully fifteen minutes to drag Kane to his sleeping compartment.", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "Kane grabbed my arm. \"No. Let's find out whatever we can by ourselves.\n If we tell the authorities, they'll order us to leave it alone. If we\n discover something really important, we'll be famous!\"", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested.", "The Kanes, Miller, Verana and I lived in Lunar City with hundreds of\n other people. Mankind had inhabited the Moon for over a year. Means", "\"Don't feel so bad,\" I told Kane. \"It could be worse. It should be\n interesting to see an alien race. We'll have our wives with us—\"", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"" ] ]

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[ [ "A broadcast declaring him a fugitive.", "An infomercial.", "Some international sport he is unfamiliar with.", "A welcome message from the town he is entering." ], [ "makes a rash decision concerning choosing a family to stay with, and that decision proves fatal. ", "is recognized as a brotherhood member because he did not allow himself time to adjust his physical appearance to blend in.", "realizes he does not have enough money to make the trip safely, but it is too late for him to turn back at that point.", "gets halfway to his destination and realizes that he was not ready to leave the confines of the brotherhood, but he does not have the funds to go home." ], [ "He aligns himself with Ms. Carpenter.", "His replies are not courteous enough.", "He speaks disrespectfully of his mother.", "He admits that he is a member of the Brotherhood." ], [ "Everyone is expected to speak their mind, thus not allowing bottled-up emotions to cause issues.", "Every creature in the universe should abide by the same laws and customs. If no one is offended, wars will be prevented.", "If someone speaks out against the laws of the universe, they must come up with a custom to support their criticism, or they will face death.", "Different species are not to interact with one another for any reason, thus not allowing conflict to arise." ], [ "Not speaking your mind on a particular subject.", "Leaving the Brotherhood without permission of the Wise Ones.", "Thinking about offending any creature in any way.", "Offending any creature in any way." ], [ "because the research put into them is sound.", "and they are easy to maintain and live by.", "because they are simple rules, everyone should live by anyway.", "but they are virtually impossible to follow to the letter because there are so many of them." ], [ "Los Angeles", "San Fransico", "New York City", "Dallas" ], [ "Michael's woman might be wanted by someone else, or Michael might be wanted by someone else. They would be expected to share.", "The Brotherhood is the only family he is allowed to claim.", "Members of the Brotherhood are not allowed to have families.", "Michael's mother is dead, and the family line ends with the mother due to universal law." ], [ "Michael realizes that his place has always been with the Brotherhood.", "Mr. Carpenter convinces him that his place is with the Brotherhood as the \"world\" is not for everyone.", "He cannot remember all of the Universal Laws, and he is bound to end up in jail if he does not return.", "Michael cannot stand the thought of sharing his girl with anyone and refuses to entertain the idea." ], [ "he needed to see what was out there for himself, and he is grateful to be a part of the universe and all it holds.", "\"the grass is not greener on the other side,\" and home is where he belongs.", "love does not exist.", "Mr. Carpenter is a master teacher, and Michael brings him to the Brotherhood to instruct others on the ways of Universal Laws." ] ]

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[ [ "After gazing furtively over his shoulder to see that no females were\n watching, Carpenter approached a large map of the landing field and\n pressed a button. A tiny red light winked demurely for an instant.", "marked \"Feeding Station,\" Carpenter showed Michael where to insert a\n two-credit piece in a slot. A door slid back and admitted Michael into", "\"Naturally,\" Michael said. \"Tell me, Mr. Carpenter, is there some\n special reason for everything being decorated in red and green? I\n noticed it along the way and it's all over here, too.\"", "The bus settled softly on the landing field and the passengers flew,\n floated, crawled, undulated, or walked out. Michael looked around him", "A group of Sirians was traveling on the shelf above him on the slow,\n very slow jet bus that was flying Michael back to Angeles, back to the", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "from point up to rubber, for the lead is from Yed, while the wood comes\n from Dschubba.\"\n\"Is there any way of turning that thing off?\" Michael wanted to know.", "handed Michael a transparent tab with the photograph of Mr. Carpenter\n suspended inside, together with his registration number, his name, his\n address, and the Universal seal of approval. Clearly he was a character", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"Sorry,\" Michael said humbly. The button marked\nGloves B\nyielded a\n pair of rose-colored gloves which harmonized ill with his scarlet tunic\n and turquoise breeches, but he was past caring for esthetic effects.", "\"Sirians are always sad,\" the salesman told him. \"Listen.\"\nMichael strained his ears past the racket of the advideo. Sure enough,", "end of the shelf on which Michael lay. A haggard blonde woman sprawled\n apathetically in a chair.", "Michael finished his meal in fifteen minutes and left the compartment\n to find Carpenter awaiting him in the lobby, impatiently glancing at\n the luminous time dial embedded in his wrist.", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "Michael pushed the button marked\nGloves A\n, and a pair of yellow\n gauntlets slid out.", "from the most unlikely places. As Michael opened his mouth to inquire\n about this, \"We now interrupt the commercials,\" the advideo said, \"to\n bring you a brand new version of one of the medieval ballads that are", "into it. A 40 credit tour is no substitute!\nThe picture changed on the illuminated panel that filled the forward", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf", "After a time, Michael got more or less used to Tpiu Number Five and\n was able to take some interest in the passing landscape. Portyork," ], [ "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "Michael finished his meal in fifteen minutes and left the compartment\n to find Carpenter awaiting him in the lobby, impatiently glancing at\n the luminous time dial embedded in his wrist.", "\"Sorry,\" Michael said humbly. The button marked\nGloves B\nyielded a\n pair of rose-colored gloves which harmonized ill with his scarlet tunic\n and turquoise breeches, but he was past caring for esthetic effects.", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "Michael rubbed his fingers ruefully over the blond stubble on his scalp\n and wished he had waited until his tonsure were fully grown before", "\"Frankly,\" Michael admitted, \"the first thing I'd like to do is get\n myself something to eat. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm famished.\"", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "The salesman patted Michael's shoulder. \"You staying a while in\n Portyork?\" Michael nodded. \"Then you'd better stick close to me for a", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"" ], [ "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"Frankly,\" Michael admitted, \"the first thing I'd like to do is get\n myself something to eat. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm famished.\"", "\"Sorry,\" Michael said humbly. The button marked\nGloves B\nyielded a\n pair of rose-colored gloves which harmonized ill with his scarlet tunic\n and turquoise breeches, but he was past caring for esthetic effects.", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "\"Couldn't we—couldn't we walk? At least part of the way?\" Michael\n faltered.", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "The bus settled softly on the landing field and the passengers flew,\n floated, crawled, undulated, or walked out. Michael looked around him", "Michael finished his meal in fifteen minutes and left the compartment\n to find Carpenter awaiting him in the lobby, impatiently glancing at\n the luminous time dial embedded in his wrist.", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "Michael rubbed his fingers ruefully over the blond stubble on his scalp\n and wished he had waited until his tonsure were fully grown before", "\"My name's Michael Frey,\" the young man responded, smiling awkwardly.\n \"I'm afraid I don't have any cards.\"", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "\"How could I ever have had such a ridiculous idea?\" Michael murmured,\n abashed.", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "Wild scrabbling sounds indicated that all the passengers were searching\n their packs for headgear. Michael unearthed a violet cap.", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf" ], [ "Future events had proved them to be correct. For five hundred years\n there had been no war in the United Universe, and there was peace and", "with confidence and ease. Under the system of universal kinship, all\n the customs and all the tabus of all the planets were the law on all\n the other planets. For the Wise Ones had decided many years before", "plenty for all. Only one crime was recognized throughout the solar\n systems—injuring a fellow-creature by word or deed (and the telepaths\n of Aldebaran were still trying to add", "that wars arose from not understanding one's fellows, not sympathizing\n with them. If every nation, every planet, every solar system had the\n same laws, customs, and habits, they reasoned, there would be no", "\"Because this arrangement,\" Carpenter said stiffly, \"is the one that\n has proved suitable for the greatest number of intelligent life-forms.\"", "\"We're coming into Portyork. I have an announcement to make to all\n passengers on behalf of the United Universe. Zosma was admitted into\n the Union early this morning.\"", "Michael had agreed, but before leaving he had spent months studying\n the ways of the United Universe. He had skimmed over Earth, because", "\"Not at all. Those rules might seem just as ridiculous to a Theemimian.\n But the Theemimians have accepted our customs just as we have accepted", "\"Certainly. Motherhood is sacred here on Earth and so, of course, in\n the entire United Universe. You should have known that.\"", "curiously. The Lodge had contained no extraterrestrials, for such of\n those as sought seclusion had Brotherhoods on their own planets.", "bending near the Earth to tune their harps of gold. Peace on Earth,\n good will to men, from Heaven's All-Celestial. Peace to the Universe", "differences, and hence no wars.", "Carpenter stared. \"Walk! Don't you know it's forbidden to walk more\n than two hundred yards in any one direction? Fomalhautians never walk.\"\n\n\n \"But they have no feet.\"", "Carpenter smiled politely at them. \"No space trips for us today,\n gentlemen. We're staying on Terra.\" He guided the bewildered young man", "\"All honor be laid at the feet of free trade, but, whatever your race\n or your birth, each passenger curls up with two dancing girls who rides\n in the taxi from Earth.\"", "\"Shh, not so loud! There are females present.\" Carpenter drew the\n youth to a secluded corner. \"Don't you know that on Theemim it's\n frightfully vulgar to as much as speak of eating in public?\"", "A few yards away from the feeding station, the travel agents were lined\n up in rows, each outside his spaceship, each shouting the advantages of\n the tour he offered:", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "The salesmen unfolded what looked like a medieval opera hat in\n piercingly bright green.\n\"Always got to keep on your toes,\" he whispered to the younger man.\n \"The Universe is expanding every minute.\"", "the existence of anything that isn't true, so when Nekkar entered the\n Union, we had to square off the place. And, of course, install the\n clocks. Finest clock museum in the Union, I understand.\"" ], [ "plenty for all. Only one crime was recognized throughout the solar\n systems—injuring a fellow-creature by word or deed (and the telepaths\n of Aldebaran were still trying to add", "just come from the Lodge and the mistakes you'll make will be through\n ignorance rather than deliberate malice. But the police wouldn't\n understand. You know what the sacred writings say: 'Ignorance of The", "with confidence and ease. Under the system of universal kinship, all\n the customs and all the tabus of all the planets were the law on all\n the other planets. For the Wise Ones had decided many years before", "that wars arose from not understanding one's fellows, not sympathizing\n with them. If every nation, every planet, every solar system had the\n same laws, customs, and habits, they reasoned, there would be no", "Law is no excuse.' I'd be glad to give you any little tips I can. For\n instance, your hands....\"", "Carpenter drew himself up as far as it was possible to do so while\n lying down. \"Do eight fingers make one a lesser Universal?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, but—\"", "Carpenter drew himself away slightly, as if to avoid contamination.\n \"This is un-Universal. Young man, if I didn't have a kind heart, I\n would report you.\"", "\"All honor be laid at the feet of free trade, but, whatever your race\n or your birth, each passenger curls up with two dancing girls who rides\n in the taxi from Earth.\"", "\"Well, I believe that there are certain individuals who just cannot\n adapt themselves to civilized behavior patterns. It's much better for", "as broad-minded as I, but others aren't. You might be reported for\n violating a tabu. An Earth tabu, moreover.\"", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "Future events had proved them to be correct. For five hundred years\n there had been no war in the United Universe, and there was peace and", "\"Shh, not so loud! There are females present.\" Carpenter drew the\n youth to a secluded corner. \"Don't you know that on Theemim it's\n frightfully vulgar to as much as speak of eating in public?\"", "use\n that word! Don't you know marriage was outlawed years ago? Exclusive\n possession of a member of the opposite sex is slavery on Talitha.", "The other man smiled. \"If there were, my boy, do you think anybody\n would watch it? Furthermore, turning it off would violate the spirit of\n free enterprise. We wouldn't want that, would we?\"", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "the Theemimians'. How would you like it if a Theemimian violated\n one of our tabus in public? You must consider the feelings of the", "while until you learn our ways. You can't run around loose by yourself\n until you've acquired civilized behavior patterns, or you'll get into\n trouble.\"", "the existence of anything that isn't true, so when Nekkar entered the\n Union, we had to square off the place. And, of course, install the\n clocks. Finest clock museum in the Union, I understand.\"", "\"Yes,\" he replied courteously, for he knew the first rule of universal\n behavior, \"I have been a Brother.\"" ], [ "that wars arose from not understanding one's fellows, not sympathizing\n with them. If every nation, every planet, every solar system had the\n same laws, customs, and habits, they reasoned, there would be no", "Future events had proved them to be correct. For five hundred years\n there had been no war in the United Universe, and there was peace and", "with confidence and ease. Under the system of universal kinship, all\n the customs and all the tabus of all the planets were the law on all\n the other planets. For the Wise Ones had decided many years before", "plenty for all. Only one crime was recognized throughout the solar\n systems—injuring a fellow-creature by word or deed (and the telepaths\n of Aldebaran were still trying to add", "differences, and hence no wars.", "\"Not at all. Those rules might seem just as ridiculous to a Theemimian.\n But the Theemimians have accepted our customs just as we have accepted", "Law is no excuse.' I'd be glad to give you any little tips I can. For\n instance, your hands....\"", "just come from the Lodge and the mistakes you'll make will be through\n ignorance rather than deliberate malice. But the police wouldn't\n understand. You know what the sacred writings say: 'Ignorance of The", "controls, but the Wise Ones say this would limit free enterprise as\n much as—if you'll excuse my use of the expression—tariffs would.\"\nThe taxi let them off at a square meadow which was filled with", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "the existence of anything that isn't true, so when Nekkar entered the\n Union, we had to square off the place. And, of course, install the\n clocks. Finest clock museum in the Union, I understand.\"", "\"Shh, not so loud! There are females present.\" Carpenter drew the\n youth to a secluded corner. \"Don't you know that on Theemim it's\n frightfully vulgar to as much as speak of eating in public?\"", "\"All honor be laid at the feet of free trade, but, whatever your race\n or your birth, each passenger curls up with two dancing girls who rides\n in the taxi from Earth.\"", "retire from the world and live in the simple ways of their primitive\n forefathers? When there had been war, injustice, tyranny, there had,\n perhaps, been an understandable emotional reason for fleeing the", "the Theemimians'. How would you like it if a Theemimian violated\n one of our tabus in public? You must consider the feelings of the", "as broad-minded as I, but others aren't. You might be reported for\n violating a tabu. An Earth tabu, moreover.\"", "while until you learn our ways. You can't run around loose by yourself\n until you've acquired civilized behavior patterns, or you'll get into\n trouble.\"", "\"Because this arrangement,\" Carpenter said stiffly, \"is the one that\n has proved suitable for the greatest number of intelligent life-forms.\"", "\"Oh, no; they wouldn't have been permitted on the bus if they were.\n They're just homesick. Sirians love being homesick. That's why they\n leave Sirius in such great numbers.\"" ], [ "The bus settled softly on the landing field and the passengers flew,\n floated, crawled, undulated, or walked out. Michael looked around him", "The ancient taxi was there, the one that Michael had taken from the\n Lodge, early that morning, to the little Angeleno landing field, as if\n it had been waiting for his return.", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "After a time, Michael got more or less used to Tpiu Number Five and\n was able to take some interest in the passing landscape. Portyork,", "A group of Sirians was traveling on the shelf above him on the slow,\n very slow jet bus that was flying Michael back to Angeles, back to the", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "The salesman patted Michael's shoulder. \"You staying a while in\n Portyork?\" Michael nodded. \"Then you'd better stick close to me for a", "Michael had agreed, but before leaving he had spent months studying\n the ways of the United Universe. He had skimmed over Earth, because", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"Let's go to the Old Town,\" he suggested to Michael. \"It will be of\n great interest to a student and a newcomer like yourself.\"", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf", "from the most unlikely places. As Michael opened his mouth to inquire\n about this, \"We now interrupt the commercials,\" the advideo said, \"to\n bring you a brand new version of one of the medieval ballads that are", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "end of the shelf on which Michael lay. A haggard blonde woman sprawled\n apathetically in a chair." ], [ "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"You know, son,\" Carpenter finally said, \"I think you might be right.\n I don't want to hurt your feelings—you\npromise", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "\"Well, you wouldn't have had any use for them where you were. Now,\n look here, son,\" Carpenter went on in a lowered voice, \"I know you've", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Carpenter beamed. \"That's nice; you're being adopted! I do hope it's\n an Earth family that's chosen you—it's so awkward being adopted by\n extraterrestrials.\"", "handed Michael a transparent tab with the photograph of Mr. Carpenter\n suspended inside, together with his registration number, his name, his\n address, and the Universal seal of approval. Clearly he was a character", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "\"Naturally,\" Michael said. \"Tell me, Mr. Carpenter, is there some\n special reason for everything being decorated in red and green? I\n noticed it along the way and it's all over here, too.\"", "Michael laughed. \"Oh, 'Brotherhood' is merely a generic term. Both\n sexes are represented in our society.\"\n\n\n \"On Talitha—\" Carpenter began.", "\"That word is also—well, you see,\" Carpenter told him, \"on Zaniah it\n is unthinkable to go anywhere without one's family.\"", "\"\nMarried!\n\" Carpenter was now completely shocked. \"You\nmustn't\nuse", "\"They won't be permanent?\" he asked. \"The family, I mean?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly not. You merely hire them for whatever length of time you\n choose. But why are you so anxious?\"", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "\"Oh, no! I'm planning to have my own. That is, I've got a—a girl,\n you see, and I thought after I had secured employment of some kind in", "\"Why, Christmas is coming, my boy,\" Carpenter answered, surprised.\n \"It's July already—about time they got started fixing things up. Some", "\"I should have told you,\" Carpenter reproached himself as the Meropian\n swirled off. \"Never mention the word 'history' in front of a Meropian.", "Carpenter smiled politely at them. \"No space trips for us today,\n gentlemen. We're staying on Terra.\" He guided the bewildered young man", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"" ], [ "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "Lodge, back to the Brotherhood, back to her. Their melancholy howling\n was getting on his nerves, but in a little while, he told himself, it", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf", "The Father Superior had smiled. \"You are not yet a fully fledged\n Brother, Michael. You cannot enter your novitiate until you've achieved", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Why, then, Michael had questioned the Father Superior, was there any\n reason for the Lodge's existence, any reason for a group of humans to", "Michael laughed. \"Oh, 'Brotherhood' is merely a generic term. Both\n sexes are represented in our society.\"\n\n\n \"On Talitha—\" Carpenter began.", "Michael shook his head, smiling. \"No, I have been a member of the\n Angeleno Brotherhood since I was an infant. My father brought me when\n he entered.\"", "\"Now why would a good-looking young fellow like you want to join a\n Brotherhood?\" his shelf companion wanted to know. \"Trouble over a\n female?\"", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"Yes,\" he replied courteously, for he knew the first rule of universal\n behavior, \"I have been a Brother.\"", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "\"Frankly,\" Michael admitted, \"the first thing I'd like to do is get\n myself something to eat. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm famished.\"", "The salesman patted Michael's shoulder. \"You staying a while in\n Portyork?\" Michael nodded. \"Then you'd better stick close to me for a" ], [ "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"I see from your hair that you have been a member of one of the\n Brotherhoods,\" the passenger lying next to Michael on the shelf", "The Father Superior had smiled. \"You are not yet a fully fledged\n Brother, Michael. You cannot enter your novitiate until you've achieved", "he had ventured out into the world. But he had been so impatient to\n leave the Lodge, so impatient to exchange the flowing robes of the", "The bus settled softly on the landing field and the passengers flew,\n floated, crawled, undulated, or walked out. Michael looked around him", "Michael laughed. \"Oh, 'Brotherhood' is merely a generic term. Both\n sexes are represented in our society.\"\n\n\n \"On Talitha—\" Carpenter began.", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "he could make out words: \"Our wings were unfurled in a far distant\n world, our bodies are pain-racked, delirious. And never, it seems, will", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "Lodge, back to the Brotherhood, back to her. Their melancholy howling\n was getting on his nerves, but in a little while, he told himself, it", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "Michael had agreed, but before leaving he had spent months studying\n the ways of the United Universe. He had skimmed over Earth, because", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "Michael shook his head, smiling. \"No, I have been a member of the\n Angeleno Brotherhood since I was an infant. My father brought me when\n he entered.\"", "\"Yes,\" he replied courteously, for he knew the first rule of universal\n behavior, \"I have been a Brother.\"", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him" ] ]

[ "What does Willard say a man cannot live without?", "What does Dobbin see in his death that foreshadows Willard's fate?", "What does Willard tend to do in order to pass the time?", "What is the first thing that Willard believes he sees coming towards the Marry Lou?", "What is Willard's son's plan in regards to his father's memory?", "In the night, when he dreamt of home, what was most distinctive to Willard?", "What are Willard's thoughts on the accuracy of the Ghost Ship phenomenon?", "What is one thing that Willard did out of habit each day?", "At the conclusion of the story, Willard realizes" ]

[ [ "Family.", "Friends.", "Fortune.", "Earth." ], [ "The Ghost Ship carries Dobbin's body into space, and it will carry Willard's into space soon, as well.", "The Ghost Ship takes Dobbin home, just as it will see Willard back to Earth.", "The Ghost Ship is an illusion that Dobbin sees when he dies, and Willard sees the same illusion at the time of his death.", "The Ghost Ship comes for him as he dies as it will Willard." ], [ "He stares out into space.", "He communicates with others through the radio.", "He talks to himself to keep from going insane.", "He spends all of his time writing letters to his wife and son." ], [ "An old-timey rocket ship.", "His son's ship that has come to rescue him.", "The Ghost Ship.", "A meteor. " ], [ "He plans to build a ship and name it Mary Lou II.", "He plans to build a ship to go on an expedition to locate his father.", "He plans to build a ship and name it after his father.", "He is too young to have any memory of his father, so he plans to upload memories from a new machine named in his father's honor." ], [ "The voices of the city, fields, and places he had worked.", "The sound of the snow that crunched under his feet as he treads upon the Earth.", "His wife's voice.", "The face of his son." ], [ "It was real, and it was there to take him to Earth.", "It was just in his imagination.", "Too many others had seen and spoken of a Ghost Ship for it not to be real.", "He had gone insane and made the entire idea of a Ghost Ship up." ], [ "Check the radio to see if there was a broadcast from Earth.", "Talk to Dobbin.", "Look for the Ghost Ship.", "Made his bed." ], [ "Dobbin did not die. He hid from Willard because he was afraid that Willard would kill him.", "He is returning to Earth.", "He is now on the Ghost Ship.", "His son's expedition saved him from his fate to float aimlessly for eternity." ] ]

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[ [ "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "\"Four years!\" Willard echoed faintly. He knew how his space mate felt.\n No man can spend four years away from his home planet, and fail to be", "anguished. A man could live without friends, without fortune, but no\n man could live without Earth. He was like Anteus, for only the feel of\n the solid ground under his feet could give him courage to go among the", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "A note of sadness, matched only by that of Willard's, entered the\n captain's eyes.\n\n\n \"I want to walk on Earth just once—then I can die.\"", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "\"Nonsense!\" Willard broke in hurriedly, hoping that the dying man\n would not see through the lie. \"We've got the sun's gravity helping", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone." ], [ "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "\"In heaven's name, Dobbin,\" Willard demanded, \"What do you see? What is\n it?\"\n\n\n Dobbin lifted his dark bony arm and pointed out into star-studded\n space.", "The thought shot through his mind like a thunder bolt. Ghost Ship!\n Was this the thing that Dobbin had seen before he died? But that was", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "and had none of the ghost-like quality he remembered seeing in the\n Ghost Ship in his youth.\nFor another split second he thought that perhaps he, too, like Dobbin,", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "But he had never put any stock in them. In some forgotten corner of\n Dobbin's mind the legend of the Ghost Ship must have lain, to come up\n in this time of delirium.", "Dobbin's eyes, dimming and half closed, took in the vast play of the\n heavens and in his mind he relived the days when in a frail craft he", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "necessary and nothing remained of Harry Dobbin, the best friend he had\n ever had. The atoms of his body were now pure energy stored away in the\n useless motors of the\nMary Lou", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe only friend in space Willard had ever known was dying. Dobbin's", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "A note of sadness, matched only by that of Willard's, entered the\n captain's eyes.\n\n\n \"I want to walk on Earth just once—then I can die.\"", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body." ], [ "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him.", "minutes before he would understand what it was, but those few minutes\n would help while away the maddening long hours. Perhaps it was a mass", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "Above all there were the voices of the cities, and the fields and the\n shops where he had worked. All these had their individual voices. Odd\n that he had never realized it before, but things become clearer to a\n man who is alone.", "He woke many times in the following days, but the privations of the\n passing years had drained his strength and his mind, had made him so\n much of a hermit that the presence of other men frightened him to the" ], [ "instead, headed toward it. A rapid check-up on his calculations caused\n his heart to beat in ever quickening excitement. Whatever it was, it\n would reach the\nMary Lou", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "He awoke with a start and a cry of alarm ran through him as he thought\n that perhaps he might still be in the\nMary Lou\n. The warm, smiling face", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Willard, master and lone survivor of the\nMary Lou\n, knew this well for", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "He looked again at the strange ship. It was motionless. At least it was\n not nearing him. Willard could see nothing but its vague outline. A", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "\"In heaven's name, Dobbin,\" Willard demanded, \"What do you see? What is\n it?\"\n\n\n Dobbin lifted his dark bony arm and pointed out into star-studded\n space.", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "Mary Lou\nwas hateful to\n him. It was here that his best friend died, and it was here that twenty\n years of his life were wasted completely in solitude and despair.", "With trembling fingers that he could scarcely control, old Willard sent\n the answering message.\n\n\n \"SPACE SHIP MARY LOU REPLYING. RECEIVED MESSAGE. THANK GOD!\"", "Trembling, Willard turned away from the window as he saw the rocket\n recede and vanish into the emptiness of space. Once more the dreaded" ], [ "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him.", "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "\"Nonsense!\" Willard broke in hurriedly, hoping that the dying man\n would not see through the lie. \"We've got the sun's gravity helping", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", ", in memory of his father.\"", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand" ], [ "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Above all there were the voices of the cities, and the fields and the\n shops where he had worked. All these had their individual voices. Odd\n that he had never realized it before, but things become clearer to a\n man who is alone.", ". His dreams were vivid, peopled with men and women he had\n once known, and were horrible with the fantasies of terror that years\n of solitary brooding had implanted deep in his mind.", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "He woke many times in the following days, but the privations of the\n passing years had drained his strength and his mind, had made him so\n much of a hermit that the presence of other men frightened him to the", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "\"Four years!\" Willard echoed faintly. He knew how his space mate felt.\n No man can spend four years away from his home planet, and fail to be", "Trembling, Willard turned away from the window as he saw the rocket\n recede and vanish into the emptiness of space. Once more the dreaded" ], [ "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "The thought shot through his mind like a thunder bolt. Ghost Ship!\n Was this the thing that Dobbin had seen before he died? But that was", "For a moment the reason in his mind tottered on a balance. Doubt\n assailed him. Was this the Ghost Ship come to torment him again? But no", "Clearer? Perhaps not. Perhaps they become more clouded. How could he,\n for example, explain the phenomena of the Ghost Ship? Was it really", "He looked again at the strange ship. It was motionless. At least it was\n not nearing him. Willard could see nothing but its vague outline. A", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "But he had never put any stock in them. In some forgotten corner of\n Dobbin's mind the legend of the Ghost Ship must have lain, to come up\n in this time of delirium.", "Grimly he retraced the legend of the Ghost Ship. A chance phrase here\n and a story there put together all that he knew:", "\"Then this is the Ghost Ship and we are the Ghosts!\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "Willard, master and lone survivor of the\nMary Lou\n, knew this well for", "\"Then this ship,\" Willard said, stunned, \"you and I and everything on\n it...\"", "and had none of the ghost-like quality he remembered seeing in the\n Ghost Ship in his youth.\nFor another split second he thought that perhaps he, too, like Dobbin,", "great disappointment. On the port side there suddenly appeared a\n full-sized rocket ship. For many minutes Willard was half-mad with\n joy thinking that a passing ship was ready to rescue him. But the joy", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "And this is all there was to the legend. Merely a tale of some fairy\n ship told to amuse and to while away the days of a star-voyage.\n Bitterly, Willard dismissed it from his mind.", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him." ], [ "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "He woke many times in the following days, but the privations of the\n passing years had drained his strength and his mind, had made him so\n much of a hermit that the presence of other men frightened him to the", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him.", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said." ], [ "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Perhaps twenty. He did not know and he did not care.\nWillard awoke from a deep sleep and prepared his bed. He did it, not\n because it was necessary, but because it was a habit that had long been", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "Another year of loneliness passed. And still another. Willard lost\n track of the days. It was difficult to keep time for to what purpose", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "loneliness of the stars descended upon him.\nSeven years passed and back on Earth in a small newspaper that Willard\n would never see there was published a small item:", "great disappointment. On the port side there suddenly appeared a\n full-sized rocket ship. For many minutes Willard was half-mad with\n joy thinking that a passing ship was ready to rescue him. But the joy", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "was short-lived, for the rocket ship abruptly turned away and slowly\n disappeared. As Willard watched it go away he saw the light of a\n distant star\nthrough", "A note of sadness, matched only by that of Willard's, entered the\n captain's eyes.\n\n\n \"I want to walk on Earth just once—then I can die.\"" ] ]

[ "In the passage, what is the best definition for incongruity?", "The static that the characters heard over the radio suggest:", "This excerpt \"The end of the line, he grunted.\nAs though to disprove the statement, a door on his right side opened soundlessly\" suggests", "Why did the alien's not gather humans on Earth instead of waiting?", "Why is the title of the passage \"The Snare?\"", "When the voice spoke to the characters about \"My masters have no animosity toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\" Why should they believed?", "Why is the quote \"Primarily, a murderer's problem is the same principle as ours\" significant in the passage?", "What makes the machine in the passage unique?", "What was significant about the ending?" ]

[ [ "Jagged, rough", "Out of place", "Beautiful", "Smooth, shiny" ], [ "The aliens were blocking communication", "The ship had flown into space", "Something had occurred at Lunar City", "The metal of the ship blocked communications " ], [ "Their ordeal was just beginning", "Kane knew how to open the door", "Communications had just went out", "Kane was lying about their situation" ], [ "N/A", "The aliens wanted to study humans after they had reached a technological standard", "Purely coincidental that the ship was on the moon", "Waiting on the moon would assure no conflict would take place" ], [ "Humans were caught in the ship very similar to a snare trap", "Closely sounding to scare, which is how all the characters felt on the ship", "It describes the sounds that were heard over the communication lines", "No meaning behind the title" ], [ "They should not believe them as they were kidnapped", "The aliens have not lied to them before", "The compartments of recreation and food suggest they are compassionate", "The aliens are aggressive and the humans should be cautious" ], [ "Implies that humans are still not civilized", "Its a violent example to be used in their situation", "Implies that aliens will murder the humans", "No significance" ], [ "The machine was created by an alien civilization", "It can only use language", "Not unique", "It was programmed to be non-violent" ], [ "The machine was lying", "No significance", "Every problem has a solution", "Kane was almost killed" ] ]

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[ [ "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "damaged condition.' What does that indicate to you?\"\nI assumed a baffled expression. I didn't have the slightest idea of\n what he was driving at and I told him so.", "\"\nWhat happened?\n\"\n\n\n \"The door to this damned place closed,\" I explained.\n\n\n \"\nWhat?\n\"", "Marie crossed her legs and began in a rambling manner as if discussing\n a new recipe, \"That was really a surprise, wasn't it? I was scared", "\"It's amazing the things a person can do when he's pickled. I'm sorry I\n had to be so rough, but I have a plan and I knew you wouldn't agree or\n cooperate with me.\"", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "Briefly, my lamp flickered over Marie's pale face. Her features\n struggled with two conflicting emotions: She was frightened by the", "\"Obvious, isn't it? While all of you were asleep, I conked each of you\n on the head, dragged you in here and tied you up.\" He smiled crookedly.", "silly, at first. That room was dark and I didn't know what to expect.\n Something touched my head and I heard a telepathic voice—\"", "of rock that jutted abruptly toward the infinity of stars above.\n Considering everything, our surroundings conveyed a sense of serenity\n like none I had ever felt.", "voice, \"Strange someone didn't notice it before.\"\nStrange? The object rose a quarter of a mile above us, a huge, curving", "I lowered my arm. His outburst seemed faintly childish to me. And yet\n it carried a good measure of common sense. If we discovered proof of", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "\"My masters will be displeased with me if you arrive in a damaged\n condition.\"\n\n\n Kane banged his head against a bulkhead; an ugly bruise formed rapidly.\n \"Shtop me, then!\"", "\"The end of the line,\" he grunted.\n\n\n As though to disprove the statement, a door on his right side opened\n soundlessly.", "\"What is it?\" Marie asked breathlessly.\n\n\n Her husband grunted his bafflement. \"Who knows? But see how it curves?\n If it's a perfect sphere, it must be at least two miles in diameter!\"", "\"It said, '\nMy\nmasters will be displeased with\nme\nif you arrive in a", "alienness of the thing and yet she wanted to be with her husband. She\n hesitated momentarily, then climbed through the passage.", "The next second, he was thrown twenty yards into the air. He gasped\n with pain when he struck the ground. \"\nSomething\npushed me!\"\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "\"Chocolate! Just like chocolate!\"\n\n\n Verana chose a nearby bottle and drank some of the bluish liquid.\n\n\n \"Milk!\" she exclaimed." ], [ "Verana's voice was small and frightened. \"That sounds like the static\n we hear over the bigger radios when we broadcast to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"It does,\" Marie agreed.", "\"But we wouldn't have that kind of static over\nour\nradio, unless—\"\n Verana's eyes widened until the pupils were surrounded by circles of\n white—\"unless we were in outer space!\"", "Static grated against my ear drums.\nStatic!\nI listened to the harsh, erratic sound and my voice was weak by\n comparison: \"Calling Lunar City.\"", "\"Static!\" Kane echoed my thoughts. His frown made deep clefts between\n his eyebrows. \"There's no static between inter-lunar radio!\"", "Over the intercom network, everyone's breath mingled and formed a\n rough, harsh sound. I could discern the women's quick, frightened", "We stared at the metal door that had imprisoned us, afraid even to\n speak of our fantastic suspicion.\n\n\n I deactivated my radio.", "\"Miller, get help!\"\n\n\n \"I'll—\" The sound of his breathing ceased. We listened intently.\n\n\n \"What happened to him?\"", "\"I'll phone Lunar City.\" My fingers fumbled at the radio controls and\n trembled beneath the thick gloves.\n\n\n I turned the dials that would connect my radio with Lunar City....", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "A long silence followed. Verana and Marie screamed at Kane to let go.\n A soft darkness seemed to fill the room, blurring everything, drowning\n even their shrieks in strangling blackness.", "We drank until Kane was staggering about the room, shouting insults at\n the alien race and the mechanical voice that seemed to be everywhere.\n He beat his fist against a wall until blood trickled from bruised\n knuckles.", "Above us, the stars were cold, motionless and crystal-clear.\n Indifferently, they sprayed a faint light on our surroundings ... a\n dim glow that was hardly sufficient for normal vision and was too weak\n to be reflected toward Earth.", "\"Yes. Well, this voice said not to worry and that it wasn't going to\n hurt me. It said it only wanted to learn something about us. It was\n the", "\"Let's call Lunar City and tell the authorities about it.\" I reached\n for the radio controls on my suit.", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "By this time, I couldn't see and Kane's voice was a hollow, faraway\n thing that rang in my ears. I tugged at my bindings, but they only\n tightened as I struggled.", "\"Did they use telepathy to explain?\" Verana asked. I suddenly\n remembered that she was a member of a club that investigated", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "silly, at first. That room was dark and I didn't know what to expect.\n Something touched my head and I heard a telepathic voice—\"" ], [ "\"The end of the line,\" he grunted.\n\n\n As though to disprove the statement, a door on his right side opened\n soundlessly.", "He went through the doorway as if shoved violently by an invisible hand.\n\n\n The door closed behind him.\n\n\n Marie threw herself at the door and beat at the metal. \"Harry!\"", "At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a blank wall. The sweat\n on his face glistened dully; his chest rose and fell rapidly. Kane was", "\"\nWhat happened?\n\"\n\n\n \"The door to this damned place closed,\" I explained.\n\n\n \"\nWhat?\n\"", "... and struck an invisible solid wall.\nMy eyes were on the circular opening. A metal panel emerged from a\n recess on one side and slid across the passage. The room darkened with\n the absence of starlight.", "Verana rushed to her side. Another door on the opposite side of the\n corridor opened silently. The door was behind them; they didn't notice.\n\n\n Before I could warn them, Marie floated across the corridor, through\n the doorway.", "We had walked not more than two yards when the rest of the doors\n opened soundlessly.\n\n\n Verana's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp.", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"See if you can get this thing open from the outside.\"\n\n\n I knelt before the door and explored its surface with my fingers. There\n were no visible recesses or controls.", "\"Miller, get help!\"\n\n\n \"I'll—\" The sound of his breathing ceased. We listened intently.\n\n\n \"What happened to him?\"", "He walked around the table and stood behind my chair. I felt his thick\n fingers around my throat and smelled the alcohol on his breath.\n\n\n \"Can you see me, machine?\" he asked the empty air.", "The next second, he was thrown twenty yards into the air. He gasped\n with pain when he struck the ground. \"\nSomething\npushed me!\"\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "Simultaneous with the opening of the second door, I felt air press\n against my spacesuit. Before, our suits had been puffed outward by the\n pressure of air inside. Now our spacesuits were slack and dangling on\n our bodies.", "Static grated against my ear drums.\nStatic!\nI listened to the harsh, erratic sound and my voice was weak by\n comparison: \"Calling Lunar City.\"", "The last room was an observatory. The ceiling and an entire wall were\n transparent. Outside, the stars shone clearly for a few seconds, then\n disappeared for an equal time, only to reappear in a different position.", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "A long silence followed. Verana and Marie screamed at Kane to let go.\n A soft darkness seemed to fill the room, blurring everything, drowning\n even their shrieks in strangling blackness." ], [ "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "They had been able to predict our scientific development, but they\n hadn't been able to tell how our civilization would develop. They were\n curious, so they had left an enormously elaborate piece of bait on the\n Moon.", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "The aliens were incredibly more advanced than ourselves. I couldn't\n help thinking,\nAnd to a rabbit in a snare, mankind must seem\n impossibly clever\n.", "they came to Earth in their spaceships when men were primitives living\n in caves. They wanted to know what our civilization would be like\n when we developed space flight. So they put this ship on the Moon as a", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "I wondered what the alien race was like. Intelligent, surely: They had\n foreseen our conquest of space flight when we hadn't even invented", "We had expected only the familiar craters, chasms and weird rock\n formations. A twist of fate and here we were: imprisoned in an alien\n ship.", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "I tried to think of some solution. We were locked in an alien ship at\n the start of a six months' journey to a strange planet. We had no tools\n or weapons.", "\"You won't be harmed. My masters merely wish to question and examine\n you. Thousands of years ago, they wondered what your race would be like", "Verana snapped her fingers. \"So that's why the aliens read Marie's\n mind! They wanted to learn our language so they could talk to us!\"", "old.\"\nWe slowly circled the alien structure. Several minutes later, Kane\n shouted, \"Look!\"", "\"Yeah,\" Kane replied. \"I saw all sorts of mental pictures and they\n explained what they did to us. Those damned aliens want us for their\n zoo!\"\n\n\n \"Start at the beginning,\" I suggested.", "an alien race, we would indeed be famous. The more we discovered for\n ourselves, the more famous we'd be. Fame was practically a synonym for\n prestige and wealth.", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "\"Come on in, Marie,\" he called to his wife. \"This is really something!\n It\nmust\nbe an alien race. There's all kinds of weird drawings on the\n walls and gadgets that look like controls for something....\"", "filled with dozens of strange games and books of instructions in the\n form of simple drawings. The games were foreign, but designed in such a\n fashion that they would be interesting to Earthmen." ], [ "The Snare\nBy RICHARD R. SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by WEISS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy January 1956.", "like rabbits in a snare!\n\"", "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "The aliens were incredibly more advanced than ourselves. I couldn't\n help thinking,\nAnd to a rabbit in a snare, mankind must seem\n impossibly clever\n.", "By this time, I couldn't see and Kane's voice was a hollow, faraway\n thing that rang in my ears. I tugged at my bindings, but they only\n tightened as I struggled.", "\"Obvious, isn't it? While all of you were asleep, I conked each of you\n on the head, dragged you in here and tied you up.\" He smiled crookedly.", "I was tied to one of the chairs in the \"kitchen.\" Beside me, Verana was\n bound to a chair by strips of cloth from her skirt, and across from us,\n Marie was secured to another chair.", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "\"\nWhat happened?\n\"\n\n\n \"The door to this damned place closed,\" I explained.\n\n\n \"\nWhat?\n\"", "a lion in a strong cage, they don't worry about controlling the lion\n because the lion can't get out. We're in the same basic situation.\"", "sort of booby-trap. They put it there with the idea that when we made\n spaceships and went to the Moon, sooner or later, we'd find the ship\n and enter it—", "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "alienness of the thing and yet she wanted to be with her husband. She\n hesitated momentarily, then climbed through the passage.", "\"Miller, get help!\"\n\n\n \"I'll—\" The sound of his breathing ceased. We listened intently.\n\n\n \"What happened to him?\"", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "He walked around the table and stood behind my chair. I felt his thick\n fingers around my throat and smelled the alcohol on his breath.\n\n\n \"Can you see me, machine?\" he asked the empty air.", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "The room was approximately twelve feet long and nine feet wide. The\n ceiling was only a few inches above our heads and when I looked at the\n smooth, hard metal, I felt as if I were trapped in some alien vault." ], [ "when it developed to the space-flight stage. They left this ship on\n your Moon only because they were curious. My masters have no animosity\n toward your race, only compassion and curiosity.\"", "\"You won't be harmed. My masters merely wish to question and examine\n you. Thousands of years ago, they wondered what your race would be like", "\"No. I control the ship.\" Although the voice spoke without stilted\n phrases, the tone was cold and mechanical.\n\n\n \"What are your—your masters going to do with us?\" Marie asked\n anxiously.", "\"Yes. Well, this voice said not to worry and that it wasn't going to\n hurt me. It said it only wanted to learn something about us. It was\n the", "\"My masters realized your race would develop intoxicants and tried to\n create a comparable one,\" the machine explained.\n\n\n I selected a brown bottle and sampled the liquid. \"A little stronger\n than our own,\" I informed the machine.", "\"I can't. My masters created no way for me to restrain or contact you\n other than use of your language.\"\n\n\n It took fully fifteen minutes to drag Kane to his sleeping compartment.", "voice, \"Strange someone didn't notice it before.\"\nStrange? The object rose a quarter of a mile above us, a huge, curving", "\"What will your masters think of you if I kill all of us? You'll return\n to them with a cargo of dead people!\"", "\"My masters will be displeased with me if you arrive in a damaged\n condition.\"\n\n\n Kane banged his head against a bulkhead; an ugly bruise formed rapidly.\n \"Shtop me, then!\"", "\"The trip to my makers' planet will take six months. There are food,\n oxygen and living facilities for four only of your race. I had to\n prevent the fifth from entering the ship.\"", "\"It said, '\nMy\nmasters will be displeased with\nme\nif you arrive in a", "silly, at first. That room was dark and I didn't know what to expect.\n Something touched my head and I heard a telepathic voice—\"", "\"So what?\" Verana queried in a sarcastic tone.\n\n\n \"The aliens want us transported to their planet so they can examine and\n question us. Right?\"\n\n\n \"Right.\"", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "He shrugged muscular shoulders. \"So this ship is operated by a\n thinking, conscientious machine. It's the first time I've encountered\n such a machine, but I think I know what will happen. I spent hours last\n night figuring—\"", "\"And now the booby-trap is on its way home,\" I guessed.\n\n\n \"Yeah, this ship is taking us to their planet and they're going to keep\n us there while they study us.\"", "He flashed an angry glance at me, but seemed to calm somewhat. \"This\n ship was made by a race from another galaxy. Thousands of years ago,", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"I'm located in a part of the ship you can't reach. I'm a machine.\"\n\n\n \"Is anyone else aboard besides ourselves?\"", "the\noddest\nfeeling! All the time, this voice kept talking to me in\n a nice way and made me feel at ease ... and at the same time, I felt\nsomething" ], [ "civilization: John Doe has killed someone and his problem is to escape.\n Primarily, a murderer's problem is the same principle as ours. A", "\"\nDoes\nevery problem have a solution? I don't believe it. Some\n problems are too great. Take the problem of a murderer in our", "murderer has to outwit an entire civilization. We have to outwit an\n entire civilization that was hundreds of times more advanced than ours\n is now when we were clubbing animals and eating the meat raw. Damned", "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"The solution is simple,\" he said. \"We're in a trap so strong that the\n aliens didn't establish any means to control our actions. When men put", "\"Obvious, isn't it? While all of you were asleep, I conked each of you\n on the head, dragged you in here and tied you up.\" He smiled crookedly.", "a lion in a strong cage, they don't worry about controlling the lion\n because the lion can't get out. We're in the same basic situation.\"", "\" he demanded. \"When those damned aliens\n got me in that room, they explained what this is all about. We're\n guinea pigs!\"", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "Kane brushed past me and beat his gloved fists against the metal door\n that had imprisoned us.\n\n\n \"Miller!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "few criminals get away these days, even though they've got such crowds\n to lose themselves in. All we have is a ship that we can't control. I\n don't think we have a chance.\"", "\"Look at it this way,\" Kane persisted. \"If you carry our corpses to\n your masters, all your efforts will have been useless. If you return us\n to the Moon alive, you'll still have a chance to carry out your mission\n later.\"", "\"It's amazing the things a person can do when he's pickled. I'm sorry I\n had to be so rough, but I have a plan and I knew you wouldn't agree or\n cooperate with me.\"", "\"Miller, get help!\"\n\n\n \"I'll—\" The sound of his breathing ceased. We listened intently.\n\n\n \"What happened to him?\"", "He grinned wryly and crinkled bloodshot eyes. \"I don't want to live in\n a zoo on an alien planet. I want to go home and prove my theory that\n this problem has a solution.\"", "I lowered my arm. His outburst seemed faintly childish to me. And yet\n it carried a good measure of common sense. If we discovered proof of", "\"\nWhat happened?\n\"\n\n\n \"The door to this damned place closed,\" I explained.\n\n\n \"\nWhat?\n\"", "\"What will your masters think of you if I kill all of us? You'll return\n to them with a cargo of dead people!\"", "Kane grabbed my arm. \"No. Let's find out whatever we can by ourselves.\n If we tell the authorities, they'll order us to leave it alone. If we\n discover something really important, we'll be famous!\"" ], [ "\"\nOur\nmachines always do their best,\" he argued, \"because we punch", "He shrugged muscular shoulders. \"So this ship is operated by a\n thinking, conscientious machine. It's the first time I've encountered\n such a machine, but I think I know what will happen. I spent hours last\n night figuring—\"", "My head seemed to swell like a balloon; my throat gurgled painfully.\n\n\n \"Please stop,\" the machine pleaded.", "\"Machines always do their best,\" I argued. \"Come on, untie us. I'm", "\"Please don't hurt yourself,\" the machine pleaded.\n\n\n \"\nWhy?\n\" Kane screamed at the ceiling. \"Why should you care?\"", "The machine didn't answer. I waited for the electronic brain to\n interfere and, with a cold knot in my stomach, realized the machine had\n said it had no way to control our actions!", "hulk of smooth metal. It was featureless and yet conveyed a sense\n of\nalienness\n. It was alien and yet it wasn't a natural formation.", "\"Ed, remember that remark the machine made last night?\"\n\n\n \"What remark?\"", "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"Your purpose won't be fulfilled, will it?\" Kane demanded. \"Not if you\n return with dead specimens!\"\n\n\n \"No,\" the machine admitted.", "I decided to ask the machine about its makers in the \"morning.\"\nWhen I awoke, my head was throbbing painfully.", "\"My masters realized your race would develop intoxicants and tried to\n create a comparable one,\" the machine explained.\n\n\n I selected a brown bottle and sampled the liquid. \"A little stronger\n than our own,\" I informed the machine.", "Something had made the thing, whatever it was. But was it strange that\n it hadn't been noticed before? Men had lived on the Moon for over a\n year, but the Moon was vast and the", "\"I'm located in a part of the ship you can't reach. I'm a machine.\"\n\n\n \"Is anyone else aboard besides ourselves?\"", "He walked around the table and stood behind my chair. I felt his thick\n fingers around my throat and smelled the alcohol on his breath.\n\n\n \"Can you see me, machine?\" he asked the empty air.", "The room was approximately twelve feet long and nine feet wide. The\n ceiling was only a few inches above our heads and when I looked at the\n smooth, hard metal, I felt as if I were trapped in some alien vault.", "The walls of the room were covered with strange drawings and\n instruments. Here and there, kaleidoscopic lights pulsed rhythmically.", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "buttons and they respond in predetermined patterns. But the electronic\n brain in this ship isn't automatic. It makes decisions and I'll bet it\n even has to decide how much energy and time to put into each process!\"", "alienness of the thing and yet she wanted to be with her husband. She\n hesitated momentarily, then climbed through the passage." ], [ "The incongruity was so awesome that for several minutes, we remained\n motionless and quiet. Miller broke the silence with his quavering", "\"The end of the line,\" he grunted.\n\n\n As though to disprove the statement, a door on his right side opened\n soundlessly.", "At the end of the corridor, Kane stopped before a blank wall. The sweat\n on his face glistened dully; his chest rose and fell rapidly. Kane was", "\"See?\" he asked. \"Didn't I tell you every problem has a solution?\"\n\n\n I didn't answer. I was too busy enjoying breathing again.", "The last room was an observatory. The ceiling and an entire wall were\n transparent. Outside, the stars shone clearly for a few seconds, then\n disappeared for an equal time, only to reappear in a different position.", "\"\nWhat happened?\n\"\n\n\n \"The door to this damned place closed,\" I explained.\n\n\n \"\nWhat?\n\"", "Marie crossed her legs and began in a rambling manner as if discussing\n a new recipe, \"That was really a surprise, wasn't it? I was scared", "alienness of the thing and yet she wanted to be with her husband. She\n hesitated momentarily, then climbed through the passage.", "My legs quivered with fatigue, my heart throbbed heavily, Verana's\n perfume dizzied me. No, it wasn't a dream. Despite our incredible", "By this time, I couldn't see and Kane's voice was a hollow, faraway\n thing that rang in my ears. I tugged at my bindings, but they only\n tightened as I struggled.", "\"It's amazing the things a person can do when he's pickled. I'm sorry I\n had to be so rough, but I have a plan and I knew you wouldn't agree or\n cooperate with me.\"", "A long silence followed. Verana and Marie screamed at Kane to let go.\n A soft darkness seemed to fill the room, blurring everything, drowning\n even their shrieks in strangling blackness.", "\"Yes,\" the electronic brain replied.\n\n\n \"Watch!\"\n\n\n Kane tightened his fingers around my throat.\n\n\n Verana and Marie screamed shrilly.", "\"You win,\" the machine conceded. \"I'll return the ship to the Moon.\"\n\n\n Kane released his grip on my throat.", "My resignation annoyed him. Each of us had reacted differently: Kane's\n wife was frightened, Verana was calm because of an inner serenity that", "Kane staggered into the room. Although he was visibly drunk, he\n appeared more sober than the night before. His dark hair was rumpled\n and his face was flushed, but his eyes gleamed with a growing alertness.", "For several minutes, we remained motionless and silent. I recalled the\n preceding events of the day, searched for a sense of normality in them.", "\"Trapped,\" Kane said angrily. \"Trapped in a steel prison.\" He slammed\n his fist against the table top. \"But there must be a way to get out!\n Every problem has a solution!\"", "He went through the doorway as if shoved violently by an invisible hand.\n\n\n The door closed behind him.\n\n\n Marie threw herself at the door and beat at the metal. \"Harry!\"", "I lowered my arm. His outburst seemed faintly childish to me. And yet\n it carried a good measure of common sense. If we discovered proof of" ] ]

[ "What was the one rule that was recognized by the entire Universe?", "When Michael stated \"How could I even have had such a ridiculous idea,\" why was he abashed?", "Why did Michael shriek when talking with the salesman?", "What does the passage's theme resemble in current society?", "What is problematic about how Carpenter suggests Michael should behave?", "What is ironic about the Christmas displays?", "Why did Michael think \"not any more\" after the euthanasia video?", "Why did Michael consider his actions as a \"crude primitive?\"" ]

[ [ "Don't injure others", "Do not invade another planet", "There is not one rule", "Customs and all tabus of planets were law" ], [ "He was embarrassed", "Michael was contemplative ", "The other man was getting under his skin", "Michael was angry" ], [ "Learning about the creatures on Electra", "The possible accusal of intolerance", "Michael was offended by the implication of the salesman", "Michael was scared of the salesman" ], [ "Cruelty", "Oversensitivity", "Cancel culture ", "No current theme" ], [ "It is impossible to refrain from offending anyone", "Carpenter is unaware of the tubres", "Carpenter is suggesting that Michael be rude to other planetary beings ", "Nothing problematic, Carpenter is giving sound advice. " ], [ "No irony", "It is November in the story", "It is warm weather ", "There are individuals that get offended by Christmas displays" ], [ "Michael did not want to see Carpenter again", "Michael thought about avoiding public transportation ", "Michael considered his trip euthanasia", "Michael wanted to avoid the brother hood again" ], [ "Michael didn't consider himself a crude primitive ", "He interrupted Carpenter", "Michael wanted to eat in front of society", "Michael made a gender joke" ] ]

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[ [ "with confidence and ease. Under the system of universal kinship, all\n the customs and all the tabus of all the planets were the law on all\n the other planets. For the Wise Ones had decided many years before", "Future events had proved them to be correct. For five hundred years\n there had been no war in the United Universe, and there was peace and", "plenty for all. Only one crime was recognized throughout the solar\n systems—injuring a fellow-creature by word or deed (and the telepaths\n of Aldebaran were still trying to add", "\"Certainly. Motherhood is sacred here on Earth and so, of course, in\n the entire United Universe. You should have known that.\"", "that wars arose from not understanding one's fellows, not sympathizing\n with them. If every nation, every planet, every solar system had the\n same laws, customs, and habits, they reasoned, there would be no", "\"Yes,\" he replied courteously, for he knew the first rule of universal\n behavior, \"I have been a Brother.\"", "Michael had agreed, but before leaving he had spent months studying\n the ways of the United Universe. He had skimmed over Earth, because", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"Not at all. Those rules might seem just as ridiculous to a Theemimian.\n But the Theemimians have accepted our customs just as we have accepted", "\"Because this arrangement,\" Carpenter said stiffly, \"is the one that\n has proved suitable for the greatest number of intelligent life-forms.\"", "Carpenter drew himself up as far as it was possible to do so while\n lying down. \"Do eight fingers make one a lesser Universal?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, but—\"", "Theemimians as equal to your own. Observe the golden rule: 'Do unto\n extraterrestrials as you would be done by.'\"", "\"We're coming into Portyork. I have an announcement to make to all\n passengers on behalf of the United Universe. Zosma was admitted into\n the Union early this morning.\"", "Carpenter drew himself away slightly, as if to avoid contamination.\n \"This is un-Universal. Young man, if I didn't have a kind heart, I\n would report you.\"", "the existence of anything that isn't true, so when Nekkar entered the\n Union, we had to square off the place. And, of course, install the\n clocks. Finest clock museum in the Union, I understand.\"", "Carpenter stared. \"Walk! Don't you know it's forbidden to walk more\n than two hundred yards in any one direction? Fomalhautians never walk.\"\n\n\n \"But they have no feet.\"", "\"All honor be laid at the feet of free trade, but, whatever your race\n or your birth, each passenger curls up with two dancing girls who rides\n in the taxi from Earth.\"", "\"When our minds have grown tired, when our lives have expired, when our\n sorrows no longer can weary us, let our ashes return, neatly packed in\n an urn, to the bright purple swamps of our Sirius.\"", "Carpenter blushed and looked away. \"Didn't you know that on Electra it\n is forbidden for anyone to appear in public with his hands bare?\"", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"" ], [ "\"How could I ever have had such a ridiculous idea?\" Michael murmured,\n abashed.", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "\"Sorry,\" Michael said humbly. The button marked\nGloves B\nyielded a\n pair of rose-colored gloves which harmonized ill with his scarlet tunic\n and turquoise breeches, but he was past caring for esthetic effects.", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "Michael rubbed his fingers ruefully over the blond stubble on his scalp\n and wished he had waited until his tonsure were fully grown before", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "\"Couldn't we—couldn't we walk? At least part of the way?\" Michael\n faltered.", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "Michael was too preoccupied to be disturbed by this threat. \"You mean\n if I bring my girl here, I'd have to share her?\"", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"Frankly,\" Michael admitted, \"the first thing I'd like to do is get\n myself something to eat. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm famished.\"", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "\"Oh, no!\" Michael agreed hastily. \"Certainly not.\"\n\n\n \"And it might hurt the advertiser's feelings, cause him ego injury.\"" ], [ "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "The salesman patted Michael's shoulder. \"You staying a while in\n Portyork?\" Michael nodded. \"Then you'd better stick close to me for a", "\"Sirians are always sad,\" the salesman told him. \"Listen.\"\nMichael strained his ears past the racket of the advideo. Sure enough,", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "handed Michael a transparent tab with the photograph of Mr. Carpenter\n suspended inside, together with his registration number, his name, his\n address, and the Universal seal of approval. Clearly he was a character", "\"Naturally,\" Michael said. \"Tell me, Mr. Carpenter, is there some\n special reason for everything being decorated in red and green? I\n noticed it along the way and it's all over here, too.\"", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "\"Oh, no!\" Michael agreed hastily. \"Certainly not.\"\n\n\n \"And it might hurt the advertiser's feelings, cause him ego injury.\"", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "\"My name's Michael Frey,\" the young man responded, smiling awkwardly.\n \"I'm afraid I don't have any cards.\"", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "Michael finished his meal in fifteen minutes and left the compartment\n to find Carpenter awaiting him in the lobby, impatiently glancing at\n the luminous time dial embedded in his wrist." ], [ "\"Shh, not so loud! There are females present.\" Carpenter drew the\n youth to a secluded corner. \"Don't you know that on Theemim it's\n frightfully vulgar to as much as speak of eating in public?\"", "the Theemimians'. How would you like it if a Theemimian violated\n one of our tabus in public? You must consider the feelings of the", "he could make out words: \"Our wings were unfurled in a far distant\n world, our bodies are pain-racked, delirious. And never, it seems, will", "\"All honor be laid at the feet of free trade, but, whatever your race\n or your birth, each passenger curls up with two dancing girls who rides\n in the taxi from Earth.\"", "The other man smiled. \"If there were, my boy, do you think anybody\n would watch it? Furthermore, turning it off would violate the spirit of\n free enterprise. We wouldn't want that, would we?\"", "plenty for all. Only one crime was recognized throughout the solar\n systems—injuring a fellow-creature by word or deed (and the telepaths\n of Aldebaran were still trying to add", "\"Not at all. Those rules might seem just as ridiculous to a Theemimian.\n But the Theemimians have accepted our customs just as we have accepted", "controls, but the Wise Ones say this would limit free enterprise as\n much as—if you'll excuse my use of the expression—tariffs would.\"\nThe taxi let them off at a square meadow which was filled with", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "while until you learn our ways. You can't run around loose by yourself\n until you've acquired civilized behavior patterns, or you'll get into\n trouble.\"", "world. But now why refuse to face a desirable reality? Why turn one's\n face upon the present and deliberately go back to the life of the", "\"Well, I believe that there are certain individuals who just cannot\n adapt themselves to civilized behavior patterns. It's much better for", "\"You'll notice that the current medieval revival has even reached\n architecture,\" Carpenter pointed out. \"See those period houses in the\n Frank Lloyd Wright and Inigo Jones manner?\"\n\n\n \"Very quaint,\" Michael commented.", "\"When our minds have grown tired, when our lives have expired, when our\n sorrows no longer can weary us, let our ashes return, neatly packed in\n an urn, to the bright purple swamps of our Sirius.\"", "\"Better be careful, son,\" the driver warned. \"I know this is a rural\n area, but civilization is spreading. There are secret police all over.", "\"This,\" said Carpenter, \"is Times Square. Once it wasn't really square,\n but it is contrary to Nekkarian custom to do, say, imply, or permit", "\"Oh, no! I'm planning to have my own. That is, I've got a—a girl,\n you see, and I thought after I had secured employment of some kind in", "\"You know, son,\" Carpenter finally said, \"I think you might be right.\n I don't want to hurt your feelings—you\npromise", "\"This beautiful walk you see before you,\" Carpenter said, waving an\n expository arm, \"shaded by boogil trees from Dschubba, is called\n Broadway. To your left you will be delighted to see—\"" ], [ "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "handed Michael a transparent tab with the photograph of Mr. Carpenter\n suspended inside, together with his registration number, his name, his\n address, and the Universal seal of approval. Clearly he was a character", "\"You know, son,\" Carpenter finally said, \"I think you might be right.\n I don't want to hurt your feelings—you\npromise", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "Carpenter clapped a hand over the young man's mouth. \"Hush,\" he\n cautioned. \"After all, on Earth there are things we don't do or even\n mention in public, aren't there?\"", "Carpenter drew himself away slightly, as if to avoid contamination.\n \"This is un-Universal. Young man, if I didn't have a kind heart, I\n would report you.\"", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"Naturally,\" Michael said. \"Tell me, Mr. Carpenter, is there some\n special reason for everything being decorated in red and green? I\n noticed it along the way and it's all over here, too.\"", "Michael finished his meal in fifteen minutes and left the compartment\n to find Carpenter awaiting him in the lobby, impatiently glancing at\n the luminous time dial embedded in his wrist.", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"Would you like to be called guilty of—\" Carpenter paused before the\n dreaded word—\"\nintolerance\n?\"", "\"Couldn't we—couldn't we walk? At least part of the way?\" Michael\n faltered.", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "\"I should have told you,\" Carpenter reproached himself as the Meropian\n swirled off. \"Never mention the word 'history' in front of a Meropian.", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"" ], [ "\"Why, Christmas is coming, my boy,\" Carpenter answered, surprised.\n \"It's July already—about time they got started fixing things up. Some", "\"Naturally,\" Michael said. \"Tell me, Mr. Carpenter, is there some\n special reason for everything being decorated in red and green? I\n noticed it along the way and it's all over here, too.\"", "\"Izarians,\" Carpenter explained \"They're much in demand for Christmas\n displays.\"", "Michael gazed pensively at two slender, snakelike Difdans writhing\n \"Only 99 Shopping Days Till Christmas\" across an aquamarine sky.", "Great floating red and green balls lit the streets, even though it was\n still daylight, and long scarlet-and-emerald streamers whipped out", "The small mouths opened and clear soprano voices filled the air: \"It\n came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old, from angels", "The gaily colored costumes and bodies of these beings rendered\n kaleidoscopic a field already brilliant with red-and-green lights and", "\"This beautiful walk you see before you,\" Carpenter said, waving an\n expository arm, \"shaded by boogil trees from Dschubba, is called\n Broadway. To your left you will be delighted to see—\"", "places are so slack, they haven't even got their Mother's Week shrines\n cleared away.\"\nA bevy of tiny golden-haired, winged creatures circled slowly over", "as well and every extraterrestrial.... Beat the drum and clash the\n cymbals; buy your Christmas gifts at Nimble's.\"", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "A few yards away from the feeding station, the travel agents were lined\n up in rows, each outside his spaceship, each shouting the advantages of\n the tour he offered:", "banners. The effect was enhanced by Mr. Carpenter, whose emerald-green\n cloak was drawn back to reveal a chartreuse tunic and olive-green", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "The other man smiled. \"If there were, my boy, do you think anybody\n would watch it? Furthermore, turning it off would violate the spirit of\n free enterprise. We wouldn't want that, would we?\"", "\"You'll notice that the current medieval revival has even reached\n architecture,\" Carpenter pointed out. \"See those period houses in the\n Frank Lloyd Wright and Inigo Jones manner?\"\n\n\n \"Very quaint,\" Michael commented.", "\"Naturally,\" the salesman whispered back. \"Portyork provides for all\n bodily needs. Numerous feeding stations are conveniently located\n throughout the port, and there must be some on the field.\"", "\"Sirians are always sad,\" the salesman told him. \"Listen.\"\nMichael strained his ears past the racket of the advideo. Sure enough,", "transparent plastic domes housing clocks of all varieties, most of\n the antique type based on the old twenty-four hour day instead of the\n standard thirty hours. There were few extraterrestrial clocks because", "\"I see you're back, son,\" the driver said without surprise. He set the\n noisy old rockets blasting. \"I been to Portyork once. It's not a bad\n place to live in, but I hate to visit it.\"" ], [ "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "\"How could I ever have had such a ridiculous idea?\" Michael murmured,\n abashed.", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "\"Oh, no!\" Michael agreed hastily. \"Certainly not.\"\n\n\n \"And it might hurt the advertiser's feelings, cause him ego injury.\"", "\"But why?\" Michael demanded in too loud a voice. \"What's wrong with\n eating in public here on Earth?\"", "\"Sirians are always sad,\" the salesman told him. \"Listen.\"\nMichael strained his ears past the racket of the advideo. Sure enough,", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "After a time, Michael got more or less used to Tpiu Number Five and\n was able to take some interest in the passing landscape. Portyork,", "The other man smiled. \"If there were, my boy, do you think anybody\n would watch it? Furthermore, turning it off would violate the spirit of\n free enterprise. We wouldn't want that, would we?\"", "\"But I'm still hungry,\" Michael persisted, modulating his voice,\n however, to a decent whisper. \"Do the proprieties demand that I starve\n to death, or can I get something to eat somewhere?\"", "\"Couldn't we—couldn't we walk? At least part of the way?\" Michael\n faltered.", "\"I know,\" Michael interrupted him, like the crude primitive he was and\n always would be. \"But our females don't mind being generic.\"" ], [ "\"I know,\" Michael interrupted him, like the crude primitive he was and\n always would be. \"But our females don't mind being generic.\"", "and was tasteless. Michael knew that only primitive creatures waste\n time and energy in growing and preparing natural foods. It was all a\n matter of getting used to this stuff, he thought glumly, as he tried to", "Michael blushed. He should indeed. For a year prior to his leaving the\n Lodge, he had carefully studied the customs and tabus of the Universe\n so that he should be able to enter the new life he planned for himself,", "\"How could I ever have had such a ridiculous idea?\" Michael murmured,\n abashed.", "\"No, sir,\" Michael replied. \"Father said that was one of the few\n blessings that brightened an otherwise benighted life.\"", "Michael spread his hands out in front of him. They were perfectly good\n hands, he thought. \"Is there something wrong with them?\"", "\"Of course I know that,\" Michael said impatiently. \"But what's that got\n to do with me?\"", "\"Then I'm not staying here,\" Michael declared firmly, ashamed to admit\n even to himself how much relief his decision was bringing him. \"I don't\n think I like it, anyhow. I'm going back to the Brotherhood.\"", "\"No, no,\nno\n!\" Michael almost shrieked. It would be horrible for him", "\"Sorry,\" Michael said humbly. The button marked\nGloves B\nyielded a\n pair of rose-colored gloves which harmonized ill with his scarlet tunic\n and turquoise breeches, but he was past caring for esthetic effects.", "Carpenter brushed away a tear. \"Poignant, isn't it?\"\n\n\n \"Very, very touching,\" Michael agreed. \"Are they sick or something?\"", "Michael rubbed his fingers ruefully over the blond stubble on his scalp\n and wished he had waited until his tonsure were fully grown before", "\"Frankly,\" Michael admitted, \"the first thing I'd like to do is get\n myself something to eat. I didn't have any breakfast and I'm famished.\"", "promise\nI won't hurt your\n feelings?\" he asked anxiously, afraid, Michael realized, that he might\n call a policeman for ego injury.", "Michael closed his eyes to shut out the sight of a baby protruding its\n fat face at him three-dimensionally, but he could not shut out its", "\"Well,\" the red one conceded, \"let it not be said that Meropians are\n not tolerant. But, be careful, young man,\" he warned Michael. \"There", "Not any more, Michael thought contentedly. He was going home.", "\"I'm back!\" Michael sank into the motheaten sable cushions and gazed\n with pleasure at the familiar landmarks half seen in the darkness. \"I'm\n back! And a loud sneer to civilization!\"", "\"It is extremely rude and hence illegal,\" Carpenter glared, \"to\n interrupt anyone who is speaking.\"\n\n\n \"But I would like,\" Michael whispered very earnestly, \"to get washed.\n If I might.\"", "\"I guess the first thing for me to do,\" Michael began in a businesslike\n manner, \"is to get myself a room at a hotel.... What have I said now?\"" ] ]

[ "What does \"the tips of his fingers that had so many times caressed the control board of the Mary Lou\" suggest about Dobbin's employment?", "Why won't Dobbin be able to see Earth again?", "Why did Willard believe that he would never step back on Earth? ", "What does the appearance of a ghost ship closely resemble about lost travel?", "Why was Willard drugged by the members of the new ship?", "What is ironic about the process when Willard knew they were on the ghost ship?", "Why does the passage suggest matter is relative?", "Why is it possible for Willard to still see Earth?" ]

[ [ "He was a pilot", "He was a soldier", "Unknown", "He was a mine worker" ], [ "Dobbin was blind", "The ship was header to Mars III", "Dobbin was exiled from Earth", "Dobbin was dying" ], [ "He actually would be allowed to return to Earth", "Willard was ailing in health also", "Williard's ship was immobile", "Willard's mission would take a lifetime" ], [ "You can never find your way home", "Oasis in the desert", "A dog lost from home", "Home is where the heart is" ], [ "Willard was imagining being drugged", "They were not human, but alien forms", "The crew was concerned about Willard's intentions", "To reduce the shock after being a hermit" ], [ "He felt like he became more real until the realization", "N/A", "There was no irony", "The ghosts didn't appear to be fake" ], [ "One condition is non-existent under another", "One condition is existent under another ", "One condition can never be co-existent ", "Conditions are always existent" ], [ "Willard just has to go back on his ship ", "Willard cannot see Earth", "He is a ghost and can travel anywhere", "He could see it but can't feel it" ] ]

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[ [ "lips were parched and his breath came spasmodically. The tips of his\n fingers that had so many times caressed the control board of the\nMary\n Lou", "The tapping of the space-telegrapher reassured him.\n\n\n \"CALLING SPACE SHIP MARY LOU,\" the message rapped out, \"CALLING SPACE\n SHIP MARY LOU.\"", "necessary and nothing remained of Harry Dobbin, the best friend he had\n ever had. The atoms of his body were now pure energy stored away in the\n useless motors of the\nMary Lou", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "He awoke with a start and a cry of alarm ran through him as he thought\n that perhaps he might still be in the\nMary Lou\n. The warm, smiling face", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "With trembling fingers that he could scarcely control, old Willard sent\n the answering message.\n\n\n \"SPACE SHIP MARY LOU REPLYING. RECEIVED MESSAGE. THANK GOD!\"", "tossed to him. He reached for it and made his way to the ship, leaving\n the\nMary Lou\nbehind him forever.", "and had none of the ghost-like quality he remembered seeing in the\n Ghost Ship in his youth.\nFor another split second he thought that perhaps he, too, like Dobbin,", "instead, headed toward it. A rapid check-up on his calculations caused\n his heart to beat in ever quickening excitement. Whatever it was, it\n would reach the\nMary Lou", "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Dobbin's eyes, dimming and half closed, took in the vast play of the\n heavens and in his mind he relived the days when in a frail craft he", "\"How do you feel, Space Man Willard?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, you know me?\" Willard looked at him in surprise, and then smiled,\n \"Of course, you looked through the log book of the\nMary Lou\n.\"", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "Mary Lou\nwas hateful to\n him. It was here that his best friend died, and it was here that twenty\n years of his life were wasted completely in solitude and despair.", "But the instruments on the control board could not lie. The presence of\n any material body within a hundred thousand miles would be revealed.", "first crossed interstellar space. But for Earth-loneliness Dobbin would\n die a happy man, knowing that he had lived as much and as deeply as any\n man could.", "\"In heaven's name, Dobbin,\" Willard demanded, \"What do you see? What is\n it?\"\n\n\n Dobbin lifted his dark bony arm and pointed out into star-studded\n space." ], [ "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "first crossed interstellar space. But for Earth-loneliness Dobbin would\n die a happy man, knowing that he had lived as much and as deeply as any\n man could.", "The vision of Earth and green trees faded. He would never see Earth\n again. He would never feel the crunch of ground under feet as he\n walked. Never would listen to the voices of friends and the songs of\n birds. Never. Never. Never....", "\"In heaven's name, Dobbin,\" Willard demanded, \"What do you see? What is\n it?\"\n\n\n Dobbin lifted his dark bony arm and pointed out into star-studded\n space.", "The sick man did not hear him. Two tears rolled down his cheeks. His\n face contorted as he tried to withhold a sob.\n\n\n \"To see Earth again!\" he said weakly. \"To walk on solid ground once\n more!\"", "He would see Earth again! That single thought ran over and over in his\n mind without stopping. He would see Earth again! Perhaps not this year", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "\"It's come—for me!\" Dobbin cried. He turned his head slowly toward\n Willard, tried to say something and then fell back upon the pillow. His", "mouth was open and his eyes stared unseeing ahead. Dobbin was now one\n with the vanished pioneers of yesterday. Willard was alone.", "\"We'll never see Earth again,\" he whispered feebly, plucked weakly at\n the cover.", "\"... are doomed,\" the Captain said. \"We cannot go to Earth for the\n simple reason that we would go\nthrough\nit!\"", "Dobbin's eyes, dimming and half closed, took in the vast play of the\n heavens and in his mind he relived the days when in a frail craft he", "\"Four years!\" Willard echoed faintly. He knew how his space mate felt.\n No man can spend four years away from his home planet, and fail to be", "Though he had aged, he still had many years before him. And those\n years, he vowed, would be spent on Earth and nowhere else.", "and perhaps not the next—for the ship might be on some extra-Plutonian\n expedition. But even if it would take years before it returned to home\n base Willard knew that those years would fly quickly if Earth was at", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "under John Willard and Larry Dobbin left the Rocket Port for the\n exploration of an alleged planetoid beyond Pluto. The ship has not been", "and had none of the ghost-like quality he remembered seeing in the\n Ghost Ship in his youth.\nFor another split second he thought that perhaps he, too, like Dobbin," ], [ "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "and perhaps not the next—for the ship might be on some extra-Plutonian\n expedition. But even if it would take years before it returned to home\n base Willard knew that those years would fly quickly if Earth was at", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "Willard stopped. A happy dreamy smile touched his lips.\n\n\n \"When will we go to Earth?\" he asked.", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "\"Four years!\" Willard echoed faintly. He knew how his space mate felt.\n No man can spend four years away from his home planet, and fail to be", "Trembling, Willard turned away from the window as he saw the rocket\n recede and vanish into the emptiness of space. Once more the dreaded", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "The vision of Earth and green trees faded. He would never see Earth\n again. He would never feel the crunch of ground under feet as he\n walked. Never would listen to the voices of friends and the songs of\n birds. Never. Never. Never....", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "loneliness of the stars descended upon him.\nSeven years passed and back on Earth in a small newspaper that Willard\n would never see there was published a small item:", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "He would see Earth again! That single thought ran over and over in his\n mind without stopping. He would see Earth again! Perhaps not this year", "A note of sadness, matched only by that of Willard's, entered the\n captain's eyes.\n\n\n \"I want to walk on Earth just once—then I can die.\"", "\"Nonsense!\" Willard broke in hurriedly, hoping that the dying man\n would not see through the lie. \"We've got the sun's gravity helping", "The sick man did not hear him. Two tears rolled down his cheeks. His\n face contorted as he tried to withhold a sob.\n\n\n \"To see Earth again!\" he said weakly. \"To walk on solid ground once\n more!\"", "\"We'll never see Earth again,\" he whispered feebly, plucked weakly at\n the cover.", "was short-lived, for the rocket ship abruptly turned away and slowly\n disappeared. As Willard watched it go away he saw the light of a\n distant star\nthrough", "When this was done, Willard immediately regretted it. For it would be\n then that the days and the weeks would roll by endlessly. Sometimes" ], [ "Grimly he retraced the legend of the Ghost Ship. A chance phrase here\n and a story there put together all that he knew:", "The thought shot through his mind like a thunder bolt. Ghost Ship!\n Was this the thing that Dobbin had seen before he died? But that was", "But the Ghost Ship went on. Its outline became smaller and smaller,\n fainter and fainter.", "For a moment the reason in his mind tottered on a balance. Doubt\n assailed him. Was this the Ghost Ship come to torment him again? But no", "had been Ghost Ships sailing the Seven Seas—ships doomed to roam\n forever because their crew broke some unbreakable law. If this was true", "had gone mad and that the ship would vanish just as it approached him.", "and had none of the ghost-like quality he remembered seeing in the\n Ghost Ship in his youth.\nFor another split second he thought that perhaps he, too, like Dobbin,", "Clearer? Perhaps not. Perhaps they become more clouded. How could he,\n for example, explain the phenomena of the Ghost Ship? Was it really", "\"Then this is the Ghost Ship and we are the Ghosts!\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "\"The Ghost Ship!\"", "through\nthe space ship. A heart-breaking agony fell upon\n him. It was not a ship from Earth. It was the Ghost Ship, mocking him.", "But he had never put any stock in them. In some forgotten corner of\n Dobbin's mind the legend of the Ghost Ship must have lain, to come up\n in this time of delirium.", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "Again he looked out the port. Unquestionably the faint mass was nearing\n his ship. It was round in shape and almost invisible. The stars,", ". Your ship was real when we passed by twenty years\n ago. It is now like ours, a vague outline in space. We cannot feel\n the change ourselves, for change is relative. That is why we became", "Or was it? Doubt gripped him. Did the loneliness of all these years\n in space twist his mind till he was imagining the appearance of faint\n ghost-like rocket ships?", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "But the needle on the gauge did not quiver. Nothing indicated the\n presence of a ship. But the evidence of his eyes was incontestable.", "though dimmed, could still be seen through it. There was something\n about its form that reminded him of an old-fashioned rocket ship. It\n resembled one of those that had done pioneer service in the lanes forty" ], [ ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "He knew that the food and drink were drugged, for after eating he\n never remembered seeing the men enter the room to care for him and to", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "\"Then this ship,\" Willard said, stunned, \"you and I and everything on\n it...\"", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "Willard's heart gave a leap and the lethargy of two years vanished\n instantly. Here, at last, was something to do. It might be only a few", "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "He looked again at the strange ship. It was motionless. At least it was\n not nearing him. Willard could see nothing but its vague outline. A", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "Suddenly the world dropped away from him. Willard could neither see nor\n say anything. His heart was choked with emotion.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" a kindly voice assured him, \"You're safe now.\"", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "Willard could only nod in weak and grateful acceptance. It was true! He\n pressed his head back against the bed's pillows. How soft! How warm! He\n yawned and stretched his arms as a thrill of happiness shot through his\n entire body.", "Something clicked in Willard's memory. He had heard it spoken of in\n whispers by drunken space men and professional tellers of fairy tales.", "And this is all there was to the legend. Merely a tale of some fairy\n ship told to amuse and to while away the days of a star-voyage.\n Bitterly, Willard dismissed it from his mind.", "The captain, a pleasant old fellow, came into the room as Willard stood\n up and tried to walk. The gravity here was a bit different from that of\n his ship, but he would manage.", "With trembling fingers that he could scarcely control, old Willard sent\n the answering message.\n\n\n \"SPACE SHIP MARY LOU REPLYING. RECEIVED MESSAGE. THANK GOD!\"", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him.", "Willard, master and lone survivor of the\nMary Lou\n, knew this well for" ], [ "moment later he could discern a faint motion. It was turning! The Ghost\n Ship was turning back! Unconsciously Willard reached out with his hand", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "Willard, master and lone survivor of the\nMary Lou\n, knew this well for", "Grimly he retraced the legend of the Ghost Ship. A chance phrase here\n and a story there put together all that he knew:", "The thought shot through his mind like a thunder bolt. Ghost Ship!\n Was this the thing that Dobbin had seen before he died? But that was", "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", "Silently the two men watched. Dobbin's eyes opened suddenly and a\n tremor seized his body. He turned painfully and looked at Willard.\n\n\n \"I saw it!\" his voice cracked, trembling.", "For a moment the reason in his mind tottered on a balance. Doubt\n assailed him. Was this the Ghost Ship come to torment him again? But no", "\"Then this is the Ghost Ship and we are the Ghosts!\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "\"Then this ship,\" Willard said, stunned, \"you and I and everything on\n it...\"", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "Willard stepped back and before the Captain told him,\nhe knew\n.", "The Captain did not answer. Willard waited and a strange memory tugged\n at him.", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "He looked again at the strange ship. It was motionless. At least it was\n not nearing him. Willard could see nothing but its vague outline. A", "But he had never put any stock in them. In some forgotten corner of\n Dobbin's mind the legend of the Ghost Ship must have lain, to come up\n in this time of delirium.", "had gone mad and that the ship would vanish just as it approached him.", "Deep within him a faint voice cried, \"\nIt's come—for me!\n\" but Willard", "through\nthe space ship. A heart-breaking agony fell upon\n him. It was not a ship from Earth. It was the Ghost Ship, mocking him." ], [ "\"Matter is relative,\" he said, \"the existent under one condition is\n non-existent under another. The real here is the non-real there. All", ". Your ship was real when we passed by twenty years\n ago. It is now like ours, a vague outline in space. We cannot feel\n the change ourselves, for change is relative. That is why we became", "more and more solid to you, as you became more and more faint to any\n Earth-ship that might have passed. We are real—to ourselves. But to\n some ship from Earth which has not been in space for more than fifteen", "necessary and nothing remained of Harry Dobbin, the best friend he had\n ever had. The atoms of his body were now pure energy stored away in the\n useless motors of the\nMary Lou", "could time be kept. Here in space there was no time, nor was there\n reason for clocks and records. Days and months and years became\n meaningless words for things that once may have had meaning. About", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "But the instruments on the control board could not lie. The presence of\n any material body within a hundred thousand miles would be revealed.", "things that wander alone in space are gradually drained of their mass\n and energy until nothing is left but mere shells. That is what happened\n to the\nMary Lou", "of fine meteorites or a pocket of gas that did not disperse, or even a\n moving warp of space-light. Whatever it was, it was a phenomena worth", "minutes before he would understand what it was, but those few minutes\n would help while away the maddening long hours. Perhaps it was a mass", "Memories die hard. A man who is alone in space with nothing but the\n cold friendship of star-light looks back upon memories as the only\n things both dear and precious to him.", "\"Nonsense!\" Willard broke in hurriedly, hoping that the dying man\n would not see through the lie. \"We've got the sun's gravity helping", "\"Saw what?\"\n\n\n \"It's true! It's true! It comes whenever a space man dies! It's there!\"", "feet. He heard again, in his mind, the voices of friends he knew.\n How beautiful and perfect was each voice! How filled with warmth and\n friendship! There was the voice of his beautiful wife whom he would", "anguished. A man could live without friends, without fortune, but no\n man could live without Earth. He was like Anteus, for only the feel of\n the solid ground under his feet could give him courage to go among the", "only a product of his imagination? What of all the others who had\n seen it? Was it possible for many different men under many different\n situations to have the same exact illusion? Reason denied that. But", "A chance glance at Orion's belt froze him still. A star had flickered!\n Distinctly, as if a light veil had been placed over it and then lifted,", "years ago or more. Resembled one? It was one! Unquestionably, though\n half-invisible and like a piece of glass immersed in water, it was a\n rocket ship.", "first crossed interstellar space. But for Earth-loneliness Dobbin would\n die a happy man, knowing that he had lived as much and as deeply as any\n man could.", "Clearer? Perhaps not. Perhaps they become more clouded. How could he,\n for example, explain the phenomena of the Ghost Ship? Was it really" ], [ "Willard also knew what he dared not admit to himself. He, too, like\n Dobbin, would never see Earth again. Perhaps, some thousand years from", ".\nThe weeks that followed were like a blur in Willard's mind. Though the\n ship was utterly incapable of motion, the chance meteor that damaged", "For two days, reckoned in Earth time, Willard kept vigil over the body\n of his friend and space mate. When the time was up he did what was", "and perhaps not the next—for the ship might be on some extra-Plutonian\n expedition. But even if it would take years before it returned to home\n base Willard knew that those years would fly quickly if Earth was at", "Willard stopped. A happy dreamy smile touched his lips.\n\n\n \"When will we go to Earth?\" he asked.", "was short-lived, for the rocket ship abruptly turned away and slowly\n disappeared. As Willard watched it go away he saw the light of a\n distant star\nthrough", "And so it was that each night—for Willard did not give up the\n Earth-habit of keeping time—Willard dreamed of the days he had known\n on Earth.", "Two years after Dobbin's death a strange thing happened. Willard was\n sitting at his accustomed place facing the unmoving vista of the stars.", "The vision of Earth and green trees faded. He would never see Earth\n again. He would never feel the crunch of ground under feet as he\n walked. Never would listen to the voices of friends and the songs of\n birds. Never. Never. Never....", "Dobbin motioned to him and, in answer to a last request, Willard lifted\n him so he faced the port window for a final look at the panorama of the\n stars.", "\"Four years!\" Willard echoed faintly. He knew how his space mate felt.\n No man can spend four years away from his home planet, and fail to be", "He would see Earth again! That single thought ran over and over in his\n mind without stopping. He would see Earth again! Perhaps not this year", "\"Nonsense!\" Willard broke in hurriedly, hoping that the dying man\n would not see through the lie. \"We've got the sun's gravity helping", "loneliness of the stars descended upon him.\nSeven years passed and back on Earth in a small newspaper that Willard\n would never see there was published a small item:", "\"You don't know how much I suffered there,\" Willard said slowly,\n measuring each word. \"Years in space—all alone! It's a horrible thing!\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\" the old captain said.", "\"There is no ship there. There is no ship there,\" Willard told himself\n over and over again as he looked at the vague outline of the ship, now\n motionless a few hundred miles away.", "Trembling, Willard turned away from the window as he saw the rocket\n recede and vanish into the emptiness of space. Once more the dreaded", "He looked again at the strange ship. It was motionless. At least it was\n not nearing him. Willard could see nothing but its vague outline. A", "Since then Willard did not look out the window of his craft. A vague\n fear troubled him that perhaps the Ghost Ship might be here, waiting\n and watching, and that he would go mad if he saw it.", "\"In heaven's name, Dobbin,\" Willard demanded, \"What do you see? What is\n it?\"\n\n\n Dobbin lifted his dark bony arm and pointed out into star-studded\n space." ] ]

[ "Which of the following is not a difference between the three main boys in the story?", "Which of the following is not a technology seen in this story?", "What is a moral one might be able to conclude from this story?", "Which traits best describe Hal's character?", "Which traits best describe Butcher's character?", "What is not a part of the narrative purpose for why uninjes are in the story?", "Why is the age difference between the boys relative to the story?", "Which of the following best summarizes this story?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this passage the most?" ]

[ [ "They vary in the degree to which they're interested in warfare (some interested, some not)", "They vary in their ability to follow the rules (some do, some don't)", "They vary in the degree to which they're interested in the Time Bubble (some interested, some not)", "They vary in ages (some younger, some older)" ], [ "Cool transportation methods", "Machines that can send folks back to the past every 10 minutes", "Highly advanced robotic technologies", "Machines that can show the past" ], [ "Taking risks is fun and they can be a good time.", "Being honest with friends is important.", "Working hard is important.", "None of the other options are plausible conclusions." ], [ "caring and funny", "reasonable and responsible", "charismatic and concerned", "brave and thoughtful" ], [ "strong and fair", "conniving and scary", "weak and helpful", "reckless and immature" ], [ "Uninjes show the degree to which technology has advanced.", "Uninjes are solid companions to the protagonists.", "Uninjes show the caring sides of Butcher to the audience.", "Uninjes lay the foundation for the events of the climax." ], [ "One of them is too young to justifiably hang out with the older two.", "One of them is too old to justifiably hang out with the younger two.", "One of them is too old to enjoy a type of technology.", "One of them is too young to be allowed to enjoy a type of technology." ], [ "Children work together to defeat an enemy that time travels.", "Children explore to find events for their uninjes to fight.", "The children follow many rules yet get in trouble because of each other quite easily.", "Characters try to observe history through technology and one person makes an attempt to do so go haywire." ], [ "A studious kid who follows the rules", "A kid wanting to learn more about the meaning of friendship", "A kid who's a fan of sci-fi and is also a troublemaker", "An adult who likes sci-fi stories about travel" ] ]

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[ [ "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "\"Gimme a ride, Hal, gimme a ride!\" the Butcher called. The older boy\n ignored him. \"Aw, gimme a ride, Joggy.\"", "climbed on his back. There was a moment of rocking and pitching, during\n which each boy accused the other of trying to upset them.", "Slowly the little cavalcade of boys and uninjes proceeded down the\n Avenue of Wisdom. Hal amused himself by stroking toward a tree. When he", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "\"I've been reading a book about a kid called Huckleberry Finn,\" the\n Butcher replied airily. \"A swell book. That guy got dirtier than", "The older boy shrugged and said: \"Oh, well, how about it—Butcher?\"\n\n\n The Butcher swung around. \"They won't let me in the Time Theater. You\n said so yourself.\"", "\"Oh, yes, I was foolish, too,\" the older boy confessed readily. \"All\n newborn organisms are self-centered and inconsiderate and ruthless.", "\"That's not exactly a functional name,\" Hal observed with the\n judiciousness of budding maturity, while Joggy said agreeably: \"All", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"", "Joggy and the older boy were swimming lazily through the air at\n shoulder height. In the pavement directly under each of them was a", "The boy regarded the tongue speculatively and pocketed the metal tube\n with a grimace of utter disgust. He did not look up when someone\n called: \"Hi, Butch! Sic 'em, Darter, sic 'em!\"", "\"They will not. I won't let 'em.\"\n\n\n \"It doesn't matter what you think now,\" Hal said with finality. \"You'll\n have an altogether different opinion when you're six.\"", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "But it was the scene within the bubble that riveted the attention of\n the boys.", "and Blue!\" Then he stopped shouting and raised his hand to his mouth.\nGrowling quite unmechanically, the five uninjes hurled themselves", "A larger small boy and a somewhat older one were approaching across the\n luxurious, neatly cropped grass, preceded by a hurtling shape that,\n except for a black hide, was a replica of Butch's gray dog.", "telling\nme about it, do you?\"\nThe others were silent. Joggy began to bounce up and down abstractedly", "\"Cubs!\" came a small cold voice from behind Hal and Joggy. \"Always\n playing hero! Say, what's that awful smell, Cynthia? It must have come\n from those dirty past men.\"" ], [ "themselves in a small transparent cubicle from which they could watch\n the show without disturbing the adult audience. They unstrapped their\n levitators, laid them on the floor and sat down.", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "was about four feet from it, he was gently bounced away.\nIt was really a more tiring method of transportation than walking\n and quite useless against the wind. True, by rocking the repulsor", "Hal and Joggy switched off their levitators and dropped to their\n feet. The Butcher came down rather hard, twisting an ankle. He opened", "\"Keep your seats!\" the interpreter said loudly. \"We are energizing the\n safeguards!\"\nThe warriors inside the bubble stared in stupid astonishment after the", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "The interpreter took over. \"The holes are one-way for light, but no-way\n for matter. If one of the individuals inside the bubble walked toward", "\"Oh, all right.\" Joggy touched the small box attached to the front of\n his broad metal harness and dropped lightly to the ground. The Butcher", "\"The bubble only shines light out,\" Hal told him hurriedly, to show he\n knew some things as well as the interpreter. \"Nothing, not even light,", "Here and there were scattered weapons and armor—long swords glistening\n with oil to guard them from rust, crudely painted circular shields, and", "scathingly. \"An uninj isn't really a dog. It's just a lot of circuits\n and a micropack bedded in hyperplastic.\" He looked at Brute with", "\"My father remembers when there wasn't a Time Theater,\" Hal said softly\n as he scanned the facade's glowing charts and maps. \"Say, they're", "his master and was invisibly rebuffed. He retired baffled, but a few\n minutes later, he was amusing himself by furious futile efforts to\n climb the hemispherical repulsor field.", "But it's no more alive than an adolescer or a kinderobot. Got a billion\n microtapes, though.\"", "Can't get dirty except in the dirt-pen—and they graduate him from that\n when he's two. Can't even be bitten by an uninj—it's contraprogrammed.\"", "\"Do you suppose something's the matter with his circuits?\" Joggy\n whispered. \"Maybe he's getting racial memories from the Scands.\"\n\n\n \"Of course not,\" Hal said irritably.", "The darkened auditorium was circular. Rising from a low central\n platform was a huge bubble of light, its lower surface somewhat\n flattened. The audience was seated in concentric rows around the", "wide, saucer-shaped depression which swam along with them. The uninjes\n avoided the depressions. Darter was strutting on his hind legs, looking\n up inquiringly at his master.", "by pillage and rapine. The hooded figure is a most unusual find. We\n believe it to be that of a sorcerer who pretended to control the forces\n of nature and see into the future.\"", "an arm's length above the gnomelike creature's head. The warrior backed\n a step.\nThe Butcher stayed down, crouching half behind an aisle seat and" ], [ "differently. Of course, you can't appreciate it this year, but Man's\n greatest achievement was when he learned to automatically reject all\n violent solutions to problems. You'll realize that when you're older.\"", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "Still scowling, the Butcher took a white soapy crayon from the bulging\n pocket in his silver shorts. Pressed into the pavement, it made a\n black mark. He scrawled pensively: KEEP ON THE GRASS.", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "anything.\" His eyes became dreamy. \"He even ate out of a garbage pail.\"", "\"That's right.\" Hal cleared his throat and recited: \"The bubble is the\n locus of an infinite number of one-way holes, all centering around two", "telling\nme about it, do you?\"\nThe others were silent. Joggy began to bounce up and down abstractedly", "civilization challenging the end of it. Then a small boy caught up\n with the dog and it rolled over enthusiastically at his feet and the\n scene was normal again.", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "\"Oh, yes, I was foolish, too,\" the older boy confessed readily. \"All\n newborn organisms are self-centered and inconsiderate and ruthless.", "The interpreter took over. \"The holes are one-way for light, but no-way\n for matter. If one of the individuals inside the bubble walked toward", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "\"I've been reading a book about a kid called Huckleberry Finn,\" the\n Butcher replied airily. \"A swell book. That guy got dirtier than", "Next moment, the Butcher was on his knees and the warrior was staring\n at him open-mouthed. The sword had rebounded from something invisible", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously.", "\"Oh,\nboy\n!\" the Butcher cheered in ecstasy.\n\n\n \"Butcher, you've done it!\" Hal said, aghast.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPoor Butcher suffered more than any dictator\n \nin history: everybody gave in to him because", "\"Will it be about Napoleon?\" the Butcher asked eagerly. \"Or Hitler?\" A\n red-headed adult heard and smiled and paused to watch. A lock of hair", "or tear it off; it hurt your fingers to try. A rub with the side of the\n crayon removed the sign. He thought for a moment, then wrote: KEEP OFF\n THE GRASS.", "\"But how\ndid\nyou get in—Butcher?\"\nThe Butcher replied airily: \"A red-headed man talked to me and said it" ], [ "\"Gimme a ride, Hal, gimme a ride!\" the Butcher called. The older boy\n ignored him. \"Aw, gimme a ride, Joggy.\"", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously.", "Slowly the little cavalcade of boys and uninjes proceeded down the\n Avenue of Wisdom. Hal amused himself by stroking toward a tree. When he", "\"Oh,\nboy\n!\" the Butcher cheered in ecstasy.\n\n\n \"Butcher, you've done it!\" Hal said, aghast.", "\"That's right.\" Hal cleared his throat and recited: \"The bubble is the\n locus of an infinite number of one-way holes, all centering around two", "\"Butcher, that wasn't honest,\" Hal said a little worriedly. \"You\n tricked him into thinking you were older and his brain waves blanketed", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"", "\"Do you suppose something's the matter with his circuits?\" Joggy\n whispered. \"Maybe he's getting racial memories from the Scands.\"\n\n\n \"Of course not,\" Hal said irritably.", "\"That's not exactly a functional name,\" Hal observed with the\n judiciousness of budding maturity, while Joggy said agreeably: \"All", "\"Cubs!\" came a small cold voice from behind Hal and Joggy. \"Always\n playing hero! Say, what's that awful smell, Cynthia? It must have come\n from those dirty past men.\"", "Hal and Joggy switched off their levitators and dropped to their\n feet. The Butcher came down rather hard, twisting an ankle. He opened", "\"I don't know about that,\" Hal put in. \"I've heard an uninj is\n programmed with so many genuine canine reactions that it practically\n has racial memory.\"", "\"That's right,\" the Butcher approved loudly. \"Sock it to 'em!\"\n\n\n \"Butcher!\" Hal admonished.", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "Hal and Joggy mounted the Ramp and entered a twilit corridor which\n drank their faint footsteps and returned pulses of light. The Butcher", "Joggy looked around for the speaker, until Hal nudged him sharply,\n whispering with barely perceptible embarrassment: \"Don't do that,", "\"I told you you couldn't fool the usher,\" Hal said.\n\n\n The Butcher hurled himself forward. The wall gave a little, then\n bounced him back with equal force.", "\"About what?\" Hal asked with saintly reasonableness.\n\n\n The Butcher achieved a fearful frown. \"When I'm World Director,\" he\n said slowly, \"I'm going to have warfare again.\"", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "limped manfully after them, but when he got inside, he forgot his\n battle injury.\nHal looked back. \"Honestly, the usher will stop you.\"" ], [ "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "had fallen down the middle of the Butcher's forehead, and as he sat\n Joggy like a charger, he did bear a faint resemblance to one of the", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously.", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "\"I certainly would,\" the Butcher replied. As Joggy and Hal turned back\n skeptically to watch the fight, he took out the metal tube, screwed", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "\"Oh,\nboy\n!\" the Butcher cheered in ecstasy.\n\n\n \"Butcher, you've done it!\" Hal said, aghast.", "\"That's right,\" the Butcher approved loudly. \"Sock it to 'em!\"\n\n\n \"Butcher!\" Hal admonished.", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "Still scowling, the Butcher took a white soapy crayon from the bulging\n pocket in his silver shorts. Pressed into the pavement, it made a\n black mark. He scrawled pensively: KEEP ON THE GRASS.", "\"I do like dog fights,\" Butch said somberly, without looking around. \"I\n don't like uninj fights. They're just a pretend, like everything else.", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "right, Butcher, I suppose you'd like to have lived way back when people\n were hurting each other all the time so the blood came out?\"", "The Butcher shook his head. \"I'm going to think my way in. I'm going to\n think old.\"", "\"I will not!\" the Butcher countered hotly. \"I'm not going to be a", "Butch scowled.\n\n\n \"How about it, Butch?\"\n\n\n Still Butch did not seem to hear.", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"", "\"Attaboy!\" the Butcher encouraged.\n\n\n Then the warrior was standing outside the bubble, blinking toward the\n shadows, rain dripping from his beard and furs.", "\"Tamerlane then?\" the Butcher pressed. \"He killed cities and piled the\n skulls. Blood-bath stuff. Oh, yes, and Tamerlane was a Scand of the\n Navies.\"" ], [ "scathingly. \"An uninj isn't really a dog. It's just a lot of circuits\n and a micropack bedded in hyperplastic.\" He looked at Brute with", "The uninjes leaped into the melee, at first tearing more fur than\n flesh. Swords caught them and sent them spinning through the air. They", "The battling uninjes careened into them. Brute had Darter by the ear\n and was whirling him around hilariously.\n\n\n \"Aw,\nquit\nit, Brute,\" the Butcher said in annoyance.", "\"I don't know about that,\" Hal put in. \"I've heard an uninj is\n programmed with so many genuine canine reactions that it practically\n has racial memory.\"", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "They have to be. That's why we have uninjes to work out on, and death\n games and fear houses, so that our emotions are cleared for adult", "and Blue!\" Then he stopped shouting and raised his hand to his mouth.\nGrowling quite unmechanically, the five uninjes hurled themselves", "\"Look,\" Joggy said, \"you wouldn't hurt an uninj, for instance, would\n you?\"", "Hal spoke to the uninjes, pointing to the side of the corridor.\n Obediently four of them lined up.", "uninjes moved uneasily.", "There was no need for the last injunction. The scene within the bubble\n had acquired a gripping interest. The shaggy warriors were taking up", "wide, saucer-shaped depression which swam along with them. The uninjes\n avoided the depressions. Darter was strutting on his hind legs, looking\n up inquiringly at his master.", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "The Butcher spared a second to repeat his command to the uninjes. But\n already the battle was going against the larger dogs. The latter had", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "telling\nme about it, do you?\"\nThe others were silent. Joggy began to bounce up and down abstractedly", "\"I do like dog fights,\" Butch said somberly, without looking around. \"I\n don't like uninj fights. They're just a pretend, like everything else.", "Slowly the little cavalcade of boys and uninjes proceeded down the\n Avenue of Wisdom. Hal amused himself by stroking toward a tree. When he", "\"But how\ndid\nyou get in—Butcher?\"\nThe Butcher replied airily: \"A red-headed man talked to me and said it", "on the resilient pavement. Hal called in his three uninjes and said\n in soothing tones: \"Joggy and I are going to swim over to the Time" ], [ "climbed on his back. There was a moment of rocking and pitching, during\n which each boy accused the other of trying to upset them.", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"", "\"They will not. I won't let 'em.\"\n\n\n \"It doesn't matter what you think now,\" Hal said with finality. \"You'll\n have an altogether different opinion when you're six.\"", "\"They won't let me in, either.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, they will. You're five years old now.\"\n\n\n \"But I don't feel any older,\" Joggy replied doubtfully.", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "\"Gimme a ride, Hal, gimme a ride!\" the Butcher called. The older boy\n ignored him. \"Aw, gimme a ride, Joggy.\"", "\"Butcher, that wasn't honest,\" Hal said a little worriedly. \"You\n tricked him into thinking you were older and his brain waves blanketed", "Joggy and the older boy were swimming lazily through the air at\n shoulder height. In the pavement directly under each of them was a", "The older boy shrugged and said: \"Oh, well, how about it—Butcher?\"\n\n\n The Butcher swung around. \"They won't let me in the Time Theater. You\n said so yourself.\"", "\"It is because of this minority theory that under-age individuals and\n other beings with impulsive mentalities are barred from the Time", "\"Oh, yes, I was foolish, too,\" the older boy confessed readily. \"All\n newborn organisms are self-centered and inconsiderate and ruthless.", "Slowly the little cavalcade of boys and uninjes proceeded down the\n Avenue of Wisdom. Hal amused himself by stroking toward a tree. When he", "how old you are. I bet there's an over-age teacher spying on you\n through a hole, and if he doesn't like your looks, he switches on the\n usher.\"", "\"You won't be able to fool the usher, Butcher. You under-fives\n simply aren't allowed in the Time Theater. There's a good reason for\n it—something dangerous might happen if an under-five got inside.\"", "The interpreter hesitated almost humanly, probably snatching through a\n quarter-million microtapes. \"Well, you wouldn't have got in unless a\n qualified adult had certified you as plus-age. Enjoy yourself.\"", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "\"You've never been inside the Time Theater—you're not old enough\n yet—so you just can't know anything about it or about the reasons", "\"Will it be about Napoleon?\" the Butcher asked eagerly. \"Or Hitler?\" A\n red-headed adult heard and smiled and paused to watch. A lock of hair", "A larger small boy and a somewhat older one were approaching across the\n luxurious, neatly cropped grass, preceded by a hurtling shape that,\n except for a black hide, was a replica of Butch's gray dog." ], [ "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "Still scowling, the Butcher took a white soapy crayon from the bulging\n pocket in his silver shorts. Pressed into the pavement, it made a\n black mark. He scrawled pensively: KEEP ON THE GRASS.", "telling\nme about it, do you?\"\nThe others were silent. Joggy began to bounce up and down abstractedly", "\"That's right.\" Hal cleared his throat and recited: \"The bubble is the\n locus of an infinite number of one-way holes, all centering around two", "differently. Of course, you can't appreciate it this year, but Man's\n greatest achievement was when he learned to automatically reject all\n violent solutions to problems. You'll realize that when you're older.\"", "civilization challenging the end of it. Then a small boy caught up\n with the dog and it rolled over enthusiastically at his feet and the\n scene was normal again.", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "\"I've been reading a book about a kid called Huckleberry Finn,\" the\n Butcher replied airily. \"A swell book. That guy got dirtier than", "anything.\" His eyes became dreamy. \"He even ate out of a garbage pail.\"", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "\"Oh, explanations!\" murmured one of the newly arrived girls. \"The cubs\n are always angling for them. Apple-polishers!\"", "\"Will it be about Napoleon?\" the Butcher asked eagerly. \"Or Hitler?\" A\n red-headed adult heard and smiled and paused to watch. A lock of hair", "by pillage and rapine. The hooded figure is a most unusual find. We\n believe it to be that of a sorcerer who pretended to control the forces\n of nature and see into the future.\"", "He gazed at his handiwork. No, darn it, that was just what grownups\n wanted you to do. This grass couldn't be hurt. You couldn't pull it up", "\"Oh,\nboy\n!\" the Butcher cheered in ecstasy.\n\n\n \"Butcher, you've done it!\" Hal said, aghast.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPoor Butcher suffered more than any dictator\n \nin history: everybody gave in to him because", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "\"The way those cubs beg for babying and get it!\" one of the girls\n commented. \"Talk about sex favoritism!\" She and her companion withdrew\n to the far end of the cubicle.", "poked. The dog wagged its stumpy tail. The boy frowned, tightened his\n grip on the tube and jabbed hard. The dog's tail thumped the cushiony", "The boy regarded the tongue speculatively and pocketed the metal tube\n with a grimace of utter disgust. He did not look up when someone\n called: \"Hi, Butch! Sic 'em, Darter, sic 'em!\"" ], [ "\"I've been reading a book about a kid called Huckleberry Finn,\" the\n Butcher replied airily. \"A swell book. That guy got dirtier than", "\"Will it be about Napoleon?\" the Butcher asked eagerly. \"Or Hitler?\" A\n red-headed adult heard and smiled and paused to watch. A lock of hair", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "differently. Of course, you can't appreciate it this year, but Man's\n greatest achievement was when he learned to automatically reject all\n violent solutions to problems. You'll realize that when you're older.\"", "right, Butcher, I suppose you'd like to have lived way back when people\n were hurting each other all the time so the blood came out?\"", "Slowly the little cavalcade of boys and uninjes proceeded down the\n Avenue of Wisdom. Hal amused himself by stroking toward a tree. When he", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPoor Butcher suffered more than any dictator\n \nin history: everybody gave in to him because", "The interpreter hesitated almost humanly, probably snatching through a\n quarter-million microtapes. \"Well, you wouldn't have got in unless a\n qualified adult had certified you as plus-age. Enjoy yourself.\"", "\"The way those cubs beg for babying and get it!\" one of the girls\n commented. \"Talk about sex favoritism!\" She and her companion withdrew\n to the far end of the cubicle.", "There was no need for the last injunction. The scene within the bubble\n had acquired a gripping interest. The shaggy warriors were taking up", "reality\" and other important things. He didn't even squirm as Brute\n licked his cheek and the woman in gold planted a big kiss practically\n on his mouth.", "\"Oh, explanations!\" murmured one of the newly arrived girls. \"The cubs\n are always angling for them. Apple-polishers!\"", "Sometimes the men seemed to speak together, or one would rise to peer\n down the misty forest vistas, but mostly they were motionless. Only\n the hooded figure, which they seemed to regard with a mingled wonder", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously.", "\"\nI\nlike this show,\" a familiar voice announced serenely. \"They cut\n anybody yet with those choppers?\"\n\n\n Hal looked down beside him. \"Butch! How did you manage to get in?\"", "The small boy, however, seemed definitely pre-civilization. He studied\n the dog coldly and then inserted a thin metal tube under its eyelid and", "Still scowling, the Butcher took a white soapy crayon from the bulging\n pocket in his silver shorts. Pressed into the pavement, it made a\n black mark. He scrawled pensively: KEEP ON THE GRASS.", "tossed a dozen feet. The warriors snarled approval and advanced. But\n then Brute and Pinkie raced back eagerly to the fight—and suddenly the", "anything.\" His eyes became dreamy. \"He even ate out of a garbage pail.\"", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Molly and Roddie?", "How does the relationship between Ida and Roddie change over the course of the passage?", "Of the following traits, which best describe Roddie?", "What was Ida's primary goal going into the passage?", "What was Roddie's primary goal going into the passage?", "What is not a described element of the world in this story?", "Based on the information in this passage, how do Roddie and Ida feel about space travel?", "Why does Roddie eat baby food?", "In your opinion, do you think this story has a happy ending?" ]

[ [ "They're lovers wanting to get married when things calm down", "They're partners in work and life", "They're like siblings to each other, Roddie's almost Molly's older brother", "Molly is Roddie's caretaker" ], [ "They start out as lovers and end as rivals", "They start out as strangers and end up as potential friends/lovers", "They start out as friends and love develops", "They start out as strangers and end as rivals" ], [ "Adventurous, skeptical, kindhearted", "Ignorant, rude, athletic", "Bold, independent, brutish", "Athletic, brave, generous" ], [ "To relay an important message to Roddie", "To adventure into the city and help", "To chase after a guy she likes as he goes into the city", "To help Roddie escape the city" ], [ "To receive a message that's coming in from outside the city walls", "To escape the city", "To prove himself to the robots", "To disarm as many robots as possible" ], [ "Guarded cities", "Advanced robotic technology", "Bullet trains", "Long-distances sensors" ], [ "We have no reason/evidence to know their opinions on space travel", "Roddie is indifferent, Ida hates it", "Neither of them feels strongly in favor or against space travel", "Roddie hates it, Ida is indifferent" ], [ "It's the only thing he can access in the city; all the other food and supplies have expired.", "It's what he's accustomed to in his cultural landscape", "It's the only thing he can access in the city; all the other food was taken.", "It's what he's accustomed to because it's presumably what he's always been given" ], [ "The ending was very happy, there was a lot of excitement", "The ending was relatively happy", "It does not, the ending was sad", "It does not, the ending was unsettling" ] ]

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[ [ "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie slapped her to silence, reflecting briefly that there were many\n things he didn't know about Molly. But there was work to be done.", "Roddie salvaged and returned Molly's needles. Then he examined the\n patient, tearing him apart as a boy dismembers an alarm clock.", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "\"Wuzzums hungry?\" Molly cooed, still rocking.\n\n\n Utterly disgusted, Roddie ripped her head off her neck.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "She sounded suspicious. Roddie shot her a furtive, startled glance.\n But she wasn't standing off to fight him. On the contrary, she was too", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Scrabbling fearfully in the dust for his hammer, Roddie paused\n suddenly. This girl—whatever\nthat", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice." ], [ "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "\"No!\" he blurted, drawing his hammer. \"I can't go, nor let you go. I\n belong here!\"\n\n\n Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a", "Roddie sighed and slowed down. The pavement ended just beyond the cable\n anchors. From there to the south tower, only an occasional dangling\n support wire showed where the actual bridge had been suspended. Ida was\n trapped.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "She sounded suspicious. Roddie shot her a furtive, startled glance.\n But she wasn't standing off to fight him. On the contrary, she was too", "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie slapped her to silence, reflecting briefly that there were many\n things he didn't know about Molly. But there was work to be done.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of" ], [ "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Well, for as long as possible, Roddie decided, he'd do his duty as\n the others did theirs—single-mindedly. Eventually the soldiers might\n accept him as one of themselves; meanwhile, this newly attempted first\n aid was useful to them.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "\"Come here, fellow,\" Roddie said. \"Let's see if I can fix that.\"\n\n\n The soldier took a step forward, lurched suddenly, stopped, and whipped\n out a bayonet.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "with the stench of singed hair. Roddie drew angrily back, beating out\n the sparks in his uncut blond mane.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "\"I'll go first,\" said Roddie. He might need the advantage. \"The\n ladder's right behind me.\"", "Roddie fled. His life-long friends were not merely wearing out, they\n were unbearably wearing." ], [ "\"Purpose!\" Ida flung at him over her shoulder. \"Logic! Women hear so\n much of that from men! You're a man, all right! Men", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "\"Go on!\" he ordered hoarsely. \"Move!\"\n\n\n There was neither answer nor result. He broke off an end of loosened\n wire and jabbed her rear. Ida gasped and crawled on.", "\"What are you trying to do?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm taking you with me,\" Ida said firmly. \"Taking you where you\n belong!\"", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Ida's response was quick. \"Forgive me,\" she breathed, and slipped from\n his arms, but she held herself erect. \"I was so scared. And then we've\n had no sleep, no food or water.\"", "direct route. In time this apparent assurance stilled Ida's fears, and\n she began to talk.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "every downward look. He scrambled on like an automaton, watching only\n his holds, till he rammed Ida's rear with his head.", "He set out quickly, before Ida was lost to sight in the thick fog\n that billowed in straight from the ocean. At first he ran erect along", "Ida shrugged. \"I'll admit no girl has ever done it before,\" she said,\n \"but I thought I could help with the wounded. That's why I have no\n weapon.\"", "But Ida didn't seem to realize she was trapped. Without hesitation she\n dashed up the main left-hand suspension cable and ran along its curved\n steel surface.", "Ida had turned up her tear-streaked face to stare at him.", "But Ida's eyes had widened, and the color was gone from her face. She\n was silent, too, except when asking him to fill his fast-emptied can", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "\"Never mind!\" Ida said viciously. \"You can't make me beg. Go ahead and\n kill—see if it proves you're superior. My people will take over the", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "the water and prevented a landing in strength. Easy to see was the need\n to kill Ida before she carried home this knowledge." ], [ "Well, for as long as possible, Roddie decided, he'd do his duty as\n the others did theirs—single-mindedly. Eventually the soldiers might\n accept him as one of themselves; meanwhile, this newly attempted first\n aid was useful to them.", "\"I'll go first,\" said Roddie. He might need the advantage. \"The\n ladder's right behind me.\"", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "To get more light for the operation, he poked up the fire. Roddie was\n new at his work, and took it seriously. It alarmed him to watch the", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "\"Come here, fellow,\" Roddie said. \"Let's see if I can fix that.\"\n\n\n The soldier took a step forward, lurched suddenly, stopped, and whipped\n out a bayonet.", "And himself, Roddie reflected, spitting savagely into the fire. He\n might remain. But how he fitted into the picture, he didn't know. And", "Roddie slapped her to silence, reflecting briefly that there were many\n things he didn't know about Molly. But there was work to be done.", "Roddie fled. His life-long friends were not merely wearing out, they\n were unbearably wearing.", "Well, she could be made to point out the route before he killed\n her—\nif\nnothing happened when she saw him.\n\n\n Uneasy, Roddie hefted the hammer in his hand.", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Scrabbling fearfully in the dust for his hammer, Roddie paused\n suddenly. This girl—whatever\nthat" ], [ "The world seemed ghostly. Yet it wasn't dead; it merely lurked. And as\n an irrepressible yawn reminded Roddie of his absurd need for sleep even", "thirst, pain and coldness were sensations never experienced by his\n friends. Like the growth he'd been undergoing till recently, these were\n things of ignominy, to be hidden as far as possible from inquiring", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "But colder than cold was his shame at being cold. Molly never was,\n though she knew how to keep him warm, nor were the others. Hunger,", "He wasn't worried. The small blaze that smoldered behind him on the\n cracked concrete floor had consumed everything burnable within blocks;\n what remained of the gutted concrete office building from which he\n peered was fire-proof.", "She was short and lean, except for roundnesses here and there. From her\n shapeless doeskin dress stretched slender legs that tapered to feet\n that were bare, tiny, and, like her hands, only two in number.", "Soon there would be nothing left of the\nPrivate Property Keep Out\nthat, according to Molly's bedtime story, the Owners had entrusted to", "But westward over the ocean lay the land of gold—of all the kinds of\n gold there are, from brightest yellow to deepest orange. Only a small", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "They were completely spent. Without word or thought they crept within\n the tower, huddled together for warmth on its dank steel deck, and\n slept for several hours.", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "It was a completely futile gesture. The complicated mind that had\n cared for him and taught him speech and the alphabet hadn't made him a", "Up and up they went, chilled, wet, bleeding, pain-racked, exhausted.\n Never had Roddie felt so thoroughly the defects of his peculiar\n non-mechanical construction.", "at every step. But arrival at the bridge approach ended the need for\n this self-restraint. Here, difficult going demanded full attention.\nHe'd never gone as far as the bridge before, not having wanted to", "In silence they trudged through a vast area of charred wood and\n concrete foundations on the northern end of the city. Thick fog over", "But Ida's eyes had widened, and the color was gone from her face. She\n was silent, too, except when asking him to fill his fast-emptied can", "by the rapier of rusted wire supporting them. Neither end of it was in\n sight.", "Upward lay success, if death were not nearer on the cable. No soldier\n had ever come even this far, for soldiers, as he'd told Ida, never left", "Halfway down the iron ladder, something made him pause. He looked, but\n saw only blackness. He listened, sniffed, found nothing. What could\n have entered through the iron cover?", "with rain-water. She didn't finish her own portion, but lay back in the\n rubble with feet higher than her head, obviously trying to renew her\n strength." ], [ "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "\"No!\" he blurted, drawing his hammer. \"I can't go, nor let you go. I\n belong here!\"\n\n\n Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "\"I'm\nnot\na little boy!\" Roddie suddenly shouted. \"I'm full-grown and\n I've never even\nseen\nan Invader. Why won't you let me go and fight?\"", "\"Oh, you'll find out, if you take me up there. I—I don't want to be\n alone, Roddie. Will you go with me? Now?\"", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "Roddie sighed and slowed down. The pavement ended just beyond the cable\n anchors. From there to the south tower, only an occasional dangling\n support wire showed where the actual bridge had been suspended. Ida was\n trapped.", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "\"Well!\" said Ida, sharply. \"You need indoctrination! Didn't they ever\n tell you that the city is our home, even if the stupid androids do keep", "\"Purpose!\" Ida flung at him over her shoulder. \"Logic! Women hear so\n much of that from men! You're a man, all right! Men" ], [ "\"Baby food!\" she muttered. \"Maybe it's just what we need, but to eat\n baby food with a man wearing a diaper.... Tell me, Roddie, how did you\n happen to know where to find it?\"", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "Roddie salvaged and returned Molly's needles. Then he examined the\n patient, tearing him apart as a boy dismembers an alarm clock.", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Roddie reached into her shapeless dress and pinched. Lately that had\n helped her over these spells. But this time, though it stopped the\n kindergarten song, the treatment only started something worse.", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "\"Wuzzums hungry?\" Molly cooed, still rocking.\n\n\n Utterly disgusted, Roddie ripped her head off her neck.", "Well, for as long as possible, Roddie decided, he'd do his duty as\n the others did theirs—single-mindedly. Eventually the soldiers might\n accept him as one of themselves; meanwhile, this newly attempted first\n aid was useful to them.", "To get more light for the operation, he poked up the fire. Roddie was\n new at his work, and took it seriously. It alarmed him to watch the", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "\"I'm\nnot\na little boy!\" Roddie suddenly shouted. \"I'm full-grown and\n I've never even\nseen\nan Invader. Why won't you let me go and fight?\"", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"" ], [ "city regardless of you and me, and regardless of your jumping-jack\n friends, too! Men can accomplish anything!\"\nScornfully she turned and looked toward the western twilight. It was", "\"Purpose!\" Ida flung at him over her shoulder. \"Logic! Women hear so\n much of that from men! You're a man, all right! Men", "Startling, those wary eyes. Concealing. For a moment he felt a rush of\n fear, but she gave his hand a squeeze before twisting loose, and burst\n into sudden laughter.", "and hopeless, so I got this bright idea and stowed away on one of the\n boats when it was dark and the fog had settled down. Do you think I was\n being silly?\"", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "He climbed and he made Ida climb, till, at nightmare's end, the fog\n thinned and they came into clear, windswept air and clawed up the last\n hundred feet to sanctuary.", "They were completely spent. Without word or thought they crept within\n the tower, huddled together for warmth on its dank steel deck, and\n slept for several hours.", "\"It isn't reasonable to kill you now,\" he said. \"Too dark. You can't\n possibly get down that half-ruined manway tonight, so let's see how I\n feel in the morning.\"", "He wasn't worried. The small blaze that smoldered behind him on the\n cracked concrete floor had consumed everything burnable within blocks;\n what remained of the gutted concrete office building from which he\n peered was fire-proof.", "It was lucky he did. The left arm's pair of hands suddenly writhed off\n the floor in an effort to choke him. But because the arm was detached", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "He looked into her face. It smiled at him, tanned and ruddy, with a\n full mouth and bright dark eyes that hid under long lashes when he\n looked too long.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Soon there would be nothing left of the\nPrivate Property Keep Out\nthat, according to Molly's bedtime story, the Owners had entrusted to", "But the example of his friends had taught him above all else to carry\n out every purpose. Molly was a nurse; she had raised him despite all", "\"What are you trying to do?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm taking you with me,\" Ida said firmly. \"Taking you where you\n belong!\"", "\"Followed your footprints. It was sundown and I saw human tracks in the\n dust and they led me here. Where were you?\"", "\"Diapers!\" she chortled, struggling to keep her voice low. \"My big,\n strong, blond and blue-eyed hero goes into battle wearing diapers, and", "\"I guess you're not as strong as me,\" he said smugly. \"I'll take care\n of you. Of course we can't sleep now, but I'll get food and water.\"" ] ]

[ "Which trait best describe Prior?", "What traits best describe Roy Walton?", "Which traits best describe FiztMaugham?", "What is the relationship like between Fred and Roy?", "What was Prior's motivation in the passage?", "Why might someone not want to read this passage?", "What is the tone of this passage?", "Who would most enjoy reading this article?", "What would happen if Roy hadn't left his door unlocked?", "What world-building element is crucial to the setup of this story?" ]

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[ [ "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "Prior rose. He was immense, a hulking tragic figure staring broodingly\n at Walton. For the first time since the poet's abrupt entry, Walton", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "They gave Prior an efficient going-over. \"He's clean, Mr. Walton.\n Should we take him to security, or downstairs to health?\"\n\n\n \"Neither. Leave him here with me.\"", "\"I have to thank you for granting me this audience,\" Prior said,\n without a hint of sarcasm in his booming voice. \"I realize you're a\n terribly busy man.\"", "\"I'm busy,\" Walton said immediately.\n\n\n \"There's a Mr. Prior to see you,\" the annunciator's calm voice said.\n \"He insists it's an emergency.\"", "Frowning, he tried to remember the Prior boy's name. Ah ... Philip,\n wasn't it? He punched out a request for the card on Philip Prior.", "\"That a bureaucrat should admire poetry? Is that what you're groping\n for?\"\n\n\n Prior reddened. \"Yes,\" he admitted.", "\"It's the truth, sir. A cute little baby indeed. I've got his card\n right here. The boy's name is Philip Prior, and his gene-pattern is\n fine.\"", "But Prior had no violence in him. \"I'll leave you,\" he said somberly.\n \"I'm sorry, sir. Deeply sorry. For both of us.\"", "\"Take a seat, Mr. Prior.\"", "diversion. Besides, I very much admire your work, Mr. Prior.\"", "Walton understood. \"No, Prior. Please don't ask.\" Walton's skin felt\n cold; his hands, tightly clenched, were clammy.", "As the tube began to descend, FitzMaugham said, \"Did Mr. Prior come to\n see you this morning?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Walton said.", "Walton was ready to launch into a discussion of every poet from Prior\n back to Surrey and Wyatt; anything to keep from the job at hand,\n anything to keep his mind from Popeek. But Prior interrupted him.", "\"Commitments are irrevocable,\" Walton said heavily. The last thing in\n the world he wanted was to see a man whose child or parent had just\n been committed. \"Tell Mr. Prior I can't see him at all.\"", "Shakespeare, Eliot, Yeats, Donne, Pound, Matthews ... and Prior. How\n much duller life would be without them, Walton thought, picturing", "It was an unanswerable question; Walton tried to ignore it.\n \"Tuberculosis is an extremely rare disease, Mr. Prior. We can wipe\n it out completely if we strike at those with TB-susceptible genetic\n traits.\"", "The three security men caught up and swarmed all over Prior. One of\n them turned apologetically to Walton. \"We're terribly sorry about this,", "and Walton puzzledly correlated them with the line of gibberish on\n Phillip Prior's record card. Finally he found the one he wanted:\n3f2," ], [ "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "\"He's the poet, isn't he? The one you say is so good?\"\n\n\n \"That's right, sir,\" Walton said tightly.", "Walton rose. \"\nNo\n,\" he said, half-commanding, half-pleading. \"Don't", "denounced and blackened by the press, Roy Walton had to make a\n decision: resign his post, or use his power to destroy his enemies,\n become a dictator in the hopes of saving humanity from its own folly.", "Walton shook his head quickly. \"Just a little tired, sir. There's been\n a lot of work lately.\"", "Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge\n of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this", "\"Certainly, sir. Is that all?\"\n\n\n \"It is,\" Walton said crisply, and broke the contact. He took a deep\n breath and stared bleakly at the far wall.", "\"Umm. Yes.\" Walton didn't like that, but there was nothing he could\n do about it. He'd have to rely on the old man's abiding faith in his", "In other words, should he become the MASTER OF LIFE AND DEATH?\nCAST OF CHARACTERS\nROY WALTON\nHe had to adopt the motto—", "Walton grinned lightly and stepped forward. The technician practically\n backed out of his presence.\nNo doubt I must radiate charisma", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "through Walton with ease—and Fred knew, too. His brother, and his\n father-substitute.", "\"Ah—yes. So I noticed,\" Walton remarked drily. \"See if he's planning\n to assassinate anybody, will you?\"", "Prior rose. He was immense, a hulking tragic figure staring broodingly\n at Walton. For the first time since the poet's abrupt entry, Walton", "\"Can I help—oh, it's you, Mr. Walton,\" a white-smocked technician\n said. Popeek employed a small army of technicians, each one faceless", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "\"Hello, Mr. Walton. What brings you down here?\"\n\n\n Walton smiled affably. \"Just a routine investigation, Doctor. I try to\n keep in touch with every department we have, you know.\"", "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "\"Are you Administrator Walton?\" the big man asked, in an astonishingly\n deep, rich voice. \"I have to see you. I'm Lyle Prior.\"" ], [ "FitzMaugham chuckled. \"In another century or two, you mean. I'm afraid\n you'll never learn how to relax, my boy.\"", "He felt curiously dirty. And, now that he had betrayed FitzMaugham and\n the Cause, now that it was done, he had little idea why he had done", ", he thought. Within the building he\n wore a sort of luminous halo, by virtue of being Director FitzMaugham's\n protégé and second-in-command. Outside, in the colder reality of the", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "\"No, Mr. FitzMaugham.\" Walton felt as though he'd already been tried,\n drawn, and quartered. \"It requires personal attention.\"", "\"Mr. FitzMaugham was down here to look around a little while ago. We're\n really getting a going-over today, Mr. Walton!\"", "doubt in Walton's mind that FitzMaugham knew or would soon know what he\n had done. He would have to cover his traces, somehow.", "As he said it, he knew how foolish it sounded. If anyone in Popeek\n worked harder than he did, it was the elderly director. FitzMaugham", "\"Naturally,\" FitzMaugham agreed solemnly. \"Once we make even one\n exception, the whole framework crumbles.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, sir.\"", "Walton stepped out of the tube and returned FitzMaugham's smile as the\n door closed again. Bitter thoughts assailed him as soon as he was alone.", "At the sound of the quiet voice behind him, Walton jumped in surprise.\n He steadied himself, forcing himself to turn slowly. The director stood\n there.\n\n\n \"Good morning, Mr. FitzMaugham.\"", "remembered what FitzMaugham had said:\nOnce we make even one exception,\n the whole framework crumbles.\nWell, the framework had begun crumbling, then. And there was little", "was organized and old man FitzMaugham had tapped him for the\n second-in-command post ... and now, a rebellion. The sparing of a", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", "As the tube began to descend, FitzMaugham said, \"Did Mr. Prior come to\n see you this morning?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Walton said.", "Some fine criminal you are. You've given the show away already! And\n damn that smooth paternal smile. FitzMaugham knows! He must know!", "Falbrough didn't look like the sort of man who would enjoy his work. He\n was short and plump, with a high-domed bald head and glittering contact", "Since taking the job, he had managed to redecorate his own office—on\n the twenty-eighth floor, immediately below Director FitzMaugham's—but", "\"You wouldn't want me to recite it over a public communications system,\n would you? Your friend FitzMaugham might be listening to every word of" ], [ "There was no telling what Fred might do. They had never been\n particularly close as brothers; they had lived with their parents (now", "next to Roy's lean six-two. Fred had always threatened to \"get even\"\n with his older brother as soon as they were the same size, but to", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there.", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "Even on the screen, Fred's neck and shoulders gave an impression of\n tremendous solidity and force. Walton waited for his brother's image to\n take shape, and when the time lag was over he said, \"Well, Fred? What\n goes?\"", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "Fred's great dismay he had never managed to catch up with Roy in height.", "\"No—no, don't bother him, thanks. I'll find him later.\" Inwardly,\n Walton felt relieved. Fred Walton, his younger brother, was a doctor in", "through Walton with ease—and Fred knew, too. His brother, and his\n father-substitute.", "the swirl of colors on the screen. Fred Walton was more compact, built\n closer to the ground than his rangy brother; he was a squat five-seven,", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "\"Seen my brother around?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Fred? He's working in room seven, running analyses. Want me to get him\n for you, Mr. Walton?\"", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "\"Really, Roy?\" His brother's tone was venomous. \"I happened to\n be using the computer shortly after you this morning. I was", "\"I won't keep you any longer, then,\" Fred said.\n\n\n The screen went dead.", "Walton fixed his eyes sharply on the caduceus emblem gleaming on Fred's\n lapel, and refused to look anywhere else.\n\n\n Fred said slowly, \"You had time to tinker with our computer, though.\"" ], [ "But Prior had no violence in him. \"I'll leave you,\" he said somberly.\n \"I'm sorry, sir. Deeply sorry. For both of us.\"", "Walton was ready to launch into a discussion of every poet from Prior\n back to Surrey and Wyatt; anything to keep from the job at hand,\n anything to keep his mind from Popeek. But Prior interrupted him.", "\"I have to thank you for granting me this audience,\" Prior said,\n without a hint of sarcasm in his booming voice. \"I realize you're a\n terribly busy man.\"", "Walton understood. \"No, Prior. Please don't ask.\" Walton's skin felt\n cold; his hands, tightly clenched, were clammy.", "Frowning, he tried to remember the Prior boy's name. Ah ... Philip,\n wasn't it? He punched out a request for the card on Philip Prior.", "\"I'm busy,\" Walton said immediately.\n\n\n \"There's a Mr. Prior to see you,\" the annunciator's calm voice said.\n \"He insists it's an emergency.\"", "They gave Prior an efficient going-over. \"He's clean, Mr. Walton.\n Should we take him to security, or downstairs to health?\"\n\n\n \"Neither. Leave him here with me.\"", "\"That a bureaucrat should admire poetry? Is that what you're groping\n for?\"\n\n\n Prior reddened. \"Yes,\" he admitted.", "diversion. Besides, I very much admire your work, Mr. Prior.\"", "As the tube began to descend, FitzMaugham said, \"Did Mr. Prior come to\n see you this morning?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Walton said.", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "\"Take a seat, Mr. Prior.\"", "Well, just one lapse, he promised himself. I'll spare Prior's child,\n and after that I'll keep within the law.", "Prior rose. He was immense, a hulking tragic figure staring broodingly\n at Walton. For the first time since the poet's abrupt entry, Walton", "But just one baby wouldn't matter. Just one.\n\n\n Prior's baby.", "The three security men caught up and swarmed all over Prior. One of\n them turned apologetically to Walton. \"We're terribly sorry about this,", "unjustified; if he had remembered to lock his door as regulations\n prescribed, Prior would never have broken in. But he couldn't admit\n that to the guards.", "\"Commitments are irrevocable,\" Walton said heavily. The last thing in\n the world he wanted was to see a man whose child or parent had just\n been committed. \"Tell Mr. Prior I can't see him at all.\"", "\"It's the truth, sir. A cute little baby indeed. I've got his card\n right here. The boy's name is Philip Prior, and his gene-pattern is\n fine.\"" ], [ "\"You wouldn't want me to recite it over a public communications system,\n would you? Your friend FitzMaugham might be listening to every word of", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "He shut his eyes, dug his thumbs into them until bright flares of light\n shot across his eyeballs, and refused to let himself be bothered by", "protecting me. Some day an assassin is going to sneak through here\n and get me. Not that I give a damn about myself, you understand; it's", "\"Commitments are irrevocable,\" Walton said heavily. The last thing in\n the world he wanted was to see a man whose child or parent had just\n been committed. \"Tell Mr. Prior I can't see him at all.\"", "everyone else,\" Walton said. \"That's how the act was passed.\" Tenderly\n he said, \"I can't do it. I can't spare your son. Our doctors give a", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", ", six days before, and after a\n long and rambling prologue in the usual Horrocks manner it went on to\n say,", "It was a tough-minded program. But why transmit palsy to unborn\n generations? Why let an adult idiot litter the world with subnormal", "If you want to stay sane, think of\n these people as pawns in a chess game—not as human beings.\nWalton sighed. This was the biggest chess problem in the history of", "Someone slipped up in the examining room, and if word gets out that\n there's been as much as one mistake, we'll have a mob swarming over us\n in half an hour.\"", "Walton understood. \"No, Prior. Please don't ask.\" Walton's skin felt\n cold; his hands, tightly clenched, were clammy.", "\"I see.\" The deep, warm eyes bored into his. \"You ought to slow down a\n little, I think.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. As soon as the work eases up a little.\"", "\"No, Mr. FitzMaugham.\" Walton felt as though he'd already been tried,\n drawn, and quartered. \"It requires personal attention.\"", "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "night. I don't really read Popeek reports twenty-four hours a day. No\n more than twenty; that's my rule. I thought your last book was quite\n remarkable.\"", "Falbrough didn't look like the sort of man who would enjoy his work. He\n was short and plump, with a high-domed bald head and glittering contact", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "\"\nI\nwas tubercular. They cured me. What if they had practiced\n euthanasia a generation ago? Where would my poems be now?\"", "FitzMaugham chuckled. \"In another century or two, you mean. I'm afraid\n you'll never learn how to relax, my boy.\"" ], [ "\"Certainly, sir. Is that all?\"\n\n\n \"It is,\" Walton said crisply, and broke the contact. He took a deep\n breath and stared bleakly at the far wall.", "The old man was smiling serenely, his unlined face warm and friendly,\n his mop of white hair bright and full. \"You look preoccupied, boy.\n Something the matter?\"", "\"I see.\" The deep, warm eyes bored into his. \"You ought to slow down a\n little, I think.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. As soon as the work eases up a little.\"", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "FitzMaugham chuckled. \"In another century or two, you mean. I'm afraid\n you'll never learn how to relax, my boy.\"", "Walton shook his head quickly. \"Just a little tired, sir. There's been\n a lot of work lately.\"", ", six days before, and after a\n long and rambling prologue in the usual Horrocks manner it went on to\n say,", "\"I have to thank you for granting me this audience,\" Prior said,\n without a hint of sarcasm in his booming voice. \"I realize you're a\n terribly busy man.\"", "\"He's the poet, isn't he? The one you say is so good?\"\n\n\n \"That's right, sir,\" Walton said tightly.", "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "Sparks seemed to flow from the screen. Walton sat back, feeling numb.\n He managed to pull his sagging mouth back into a stiff hard line and", "Walton grinned lightly and stepped forward. The technician practically\n backed out of his presence.\nNo doubt I must radiate charisma", "Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge\n of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this", "Walton rose. \"\nNo\n,\" he said, half-commanding, half-pleading. \"Don't", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "\"Never mind that, Falbrough. There was quite a tragic slip-up at one\n of the European centers yesterday. We may all hang for it if news gets\n out.\"\nHow glibly I reel this stuff off\n, Walton thought in amazement.", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Walton heard an angry male voice muttering something in the outer\n office, and then the annunciator said, \"He insists he must see you\n immediately in reference to a Happysleep commitment.\"" ], [ "\"You wouldn't want me to recite it over a public communications system,\n would you? Your friend FitzMaugham might be listening to every word of", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "If you want to stay sane, think of\n these people as pawns in a chess game—not as human beings.\nWalton sighed. This was the biggest chess problem in the history of", "night. I don't really read Popeek reports twenty-four hours a day. No\n more than twenty; that's my rule. I thought your last book was quite\n remarkable.\"", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "The old man was smiling serenely, his unlined face warm and friendly,\n his mop of white hair bright and full. \"You look preoccupied, boy.\n Something the matter?\"", "Now it's message, political content that counts. That's not poetry, Mr.\n Prior—and there are still a few of us who recognize what poetry is.\n Take Yeats, for instance—\"", "\"That a bureaucrat should admire poetry? Is that what you're groping\n for?\"\n\n\n Prior reddened. \"Yes,\" he admitted.", "\"I see.\" The deep, warm eyes bored into his. \"You ought to slow down a\n little, I think.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. As soon as the work eases up a little.\"", "\"What do you think?\" the doctor asked. \"But some of them seemed to\n understand. One of the tuberculars nearly raised the roof, though.\"", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "\"I'm simply running a routine checkup. Mind if I use the machine?\"\n\n\n \"Not at all, sir. Go right ahead.\"", "psychological moment for your entrance. At any other time I'd have\n had you brigged for a month, but just now I'm in need of a little", "protecting me. Some day an assassin is going to sneak through here\n and get me. Not that I give a damn about myself, you understand; it's", "He lifted a report from one eyebrow-high stack, smoothed the crinkly\n paper carefully, and read it.", "establishment of new policy on reports from local agents: hire a staff\n of three clever girls to make a précis of each report, eliminating\n irrelevant data.\"", "\"Critics! What do they know?\" Walton demanded. \"They swing in cycles.\n Ten years ago it was form and technique, and you got the Melling Prize.", "\"\nI\nwas tubercular. They cured me. What if they had practiced\n euthanasia a generation ago? Where would my poems be now?\"", "everyone else,\" Walton said. \"That's how the act was passed.\" Tenderly\n he said, \"I can't do it. I can't spare your son. Our doctors give a", "\"Oh, and a spastic,\" the doctor said. \"Biggest haul we've had yet.\n Seven in one morning.\"\n\n\n \"Have any trouble with the parents?\"" ], [ "unjustified; if he had remembered to lock his door as regulations\n prescribed, Prior would never have broken in. But he couldn't admit\n that to the guards.", "They wasted no time in leaving. Walton waited until the door closed\n and jammed down hard on the lockstud. His tirade, he knew, was wholly", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "sir. He just broke away and ran. We can't understand how he got in\n here, but he did.\"", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "\"Really, Roy?\" His brother's tone was venomous. \"I happened to\n be using the computer shortly after you this morning. I was", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "\"Certainly, sir. Is that all?\"\n\n\n \"It is,\" Walton said crisply, and broke the contact. He took a deep\n breath and stared bleakly at the far wall.", "Walton killed the contact at his end, got up, walked to the window. He\n nudged the opaquer control and the frosty white haze over the glass", "feared violence. His fingers groped for the needle gun he kept in his\n upper left desk drawer.", "A tall, dark-haired man in an open jacket came rushing through and\n paused dramatically just over the threshold. Immediately behind him\n came three unsmiling men in the gray silk-sheen uniforms of security.\n They carried drawn needlers.", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "The Prior boy was safe. And in the eyes of the law—the Equalization\n Law—Roy Walton was now a criminal. He was every bit as much a criminal", "next to Roy's lean six-two. Fred had always threatened to \"get even\"\n with his older brother as soon as they were the same size, but to", "\"No—no, don't bother him, thanks. I'll find him later.\" Inwardly,\n Walton felt relieved. Fred Walton, his younger brother, was a doctor in", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there." ], [ "simply that I'm indispensable. There isn't another lunatic in the world\n who'd take this job. Now\nget out\n!\"", "of the Cullen Building, a hundred-story monstrosity typical of\n twenty-second-century neo-Victorian at its overdecorated worst. Roy", "A tall, dark-haired man in an open jacket came rushing through and\n paused dramatically just over the threshold. Immediately behind him\n came three unsmiling men in the gray silk-sheen uniforms of security.\n They carried drawn needlers.", "Unpleasant? Sure. But the world had voted for it. Until Lang and his\n team succeeded in terraforming Venus, or until the faster-than-light", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "But just one baby wouldn't matter. Just one.\n\n\n Prior's baby.", "cleared away, revealing the fantastic beehive of the city outside.\nIdiot!\nhe thought.\nFool!", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "\"It's a good thing you issued that order when you did, sir! You'll\n never guess what just happened—\"\n\n\n \"No guessing games, Falbrough. Speak up.\"", "outfit opened the stars to mankind, something had to be done about\n Earth's overpopulation. There were seven billion now and the figure was\n still growing.", "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "\"Never mind that, Falbrough. There was quite a tragic slip-up at one\n of the European centers yesterday. We may all hang for it if news gets\n out.\"\nHow glibly I reel this stuff off\n, Walton thought in amazement.", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", ", six days before, and after a\n long and rambling prologue in the usual Horrocks manner it went on to\n say,", "protecting me. Some day an assassin is going to sneak through here\n and get me. Not that I give a damn about myself, you understand; it's", "If you want to stay sane, think of\n these people as pawns in a chess game—not as human beings.\nWalton sighed. This was the biggest chess problem in the history of", "Five doctors were bustling back and forth as Walton entered the main\n section of the clinic. There must have been a hundred babies there,\n each in a little pen of its own, and the doctors were humming from one", "By the 23rd century Earth's population had reached seven billion.\n Mankind was in danger of perishing for lack of elbow room—unless", "\"Umm. Yes.\" Walton didn't like that, but there was nothing he could\n do about it. He'd have to rely on the old man's abiding faith in his" ] ]

[ "What is the summary of this passage?", "Why is the definition of a human being necessary?", "What traits best describe Oak?", "What scientific concept/technology is NOT discussed in the passage?", "What is the relationship like between Brock and Oak?", "How would you describe the structure of this passage?", "What is a potential moral of this passage?", "What does the relationship like between Oak and Ravenhurst?" ]

[ [ "A guy travels the galaxy doing his job", "A guy travels the galaxy in search of the definition of what it means to be a human being", "Someone travels Earth, in search of the definition of what it means to be a human being", "Someone travels the galaxy, in need of work" ], [ "For intergalactic law regarding human restrictions", "For robotic programming instructions", "So a robotic army knows who to kill", "For intergalactic law regarding who can operate spaceships" ], [ "Honest and generous", "Smug and suave", "Deceitful and cruel", "Likable and open" ], [ "Protective suits", "The space-time continuum", "Gravity", "Artificial intelligence" ], [ "They are enemies", "They're coworkers that don't get along well", "They are friendly with each other", "They don't like each other" ], [ "Oak visits one individual and makes a business deal, then he meets with a family member and they talk about that deal", "Oak visits three different individuals and makes business deals with them", "Oak visits two different individuals and makes business deals with them, then he meets with a family member and they talk about those deals", "Oak visits two different individuals and makes business deals with them" ], [ "Being open in relationships with others is important", "Being careful in social interaction can lead to benefits", "Being careful with one's words social interaction can lead to anxiety and worsened relationships", "Being empathetic and genuine in conversation with others is important" ], [ "Ravenhurst rightfully looks down on Oak a bit", "Ravenhurst has been Oak's friend for a long time, they have great respect for each other", "Ravenhurst has been Oak's boss for a long time, they have great respect for each other", "Oak looks down on Ravenhurst a bit" ] ]

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[ [ "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "When I entered the office, he was\n [3]\n sitting behind his mahogany desk,\n his eyes focused on the operation he was going through with a wineglass\n and a decanter. He didn't look up at me as he said:", "[5]\n\n\n \"So had I. But it appears that there were more ramifications to your\n action than we had at first supposed.\" His voice had the texture of\n heavy linseed oil.", "He nodded perfunctorily. \"I was. I still think you should have told me\n what you were up to. But you did it, and you got results that I'd been", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "\"\nBut\n,\" I said, \"it would be a pleasure\n [26]\n to work\nwith\nyou.\"\n\n\n He looked up quickly. \"How's that?\"", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "He took another sip of Madeira. \"The robotocists at Viking tell\n me that, in order to prevent any further ... ah ... sabotage by", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "\"Then the question was superfluous. Seriously, what I need is a bath\n and some sleep.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get that, but first let's go somewhere where we can talk. Want\n a drink?\"", "\"Thanks.\" There wasn't much else I could say.\n\n\n \"Now, I've got a little dough put away; it's not much, but I could\n offer you—\"", "works.\" Then he looked sharply at me. \"I covered that, of course. No\n one in the Security Guard but me knows that Jack was responsible.\"", "He ignored me. \"I even considered going through with the rebuilding\n work, now that we have traced down the source of failure of the first\n six models. Unfortunately, that isn't feasible, either.\" He scowled at\n me.", "\"I got here alive, if that makes it a good flitterboat trip,\" I said,\n shaking his extended hand.\n\n\n \"That's the definition of a good trip,\" he told me.", "of\n his voice was the oil of vitriol. \"Your compassion for your fellowman\n is a facet of your personality that I had not seen before. I shall", "\"I can't say that I blame him,\" I said. \"What do you want me to do? Go\n to Ceres and tell him to submit like a good boy?\"", "explained all that to him two weeks before, when I'd brought McGuire\n and the girl here, so that Ravenhurst would have a chance to cover up\n what had really happened.", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "suit, rather than the body it clings to so closely. Maybe he's right;\n I wouldn't know, not being a psychologist. I\nhave\nspent summers in" ], [ "\"As I understand it, the problem of defining the term 'human being'\n unambiguously to a robot is still unsolved. The robotocists felt that", "Nobody has succeeded yet, because nobody has yet succeeded in defining\n the term \"human being\" in such a way that the logical mind of a robot\n can encompass the concept.", "If it is difficult to define a human being, it is much more difficult\n to define a\nresponsible", "A traffic robot is useful only because the definition has been rigidly\n narrowed down. As far as a traffic robot is concerned, \"human beings\"", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "responsible\nhuman being. One, in other words, who can\n be relied upon to give wise and proper orders to a robot, who can be\n relied upon not to drive the robot insane.", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "\"I got here alive, if that makes it a good flitterboat trip,\" I said,\n shaking his extended hand.\n\n\n \"That's the definition of a good trip,\" he told me.", "was\nthe spacecraft, since it\n served him in a way that was analogous to the way a human body serves\n the human mind. And he wasn't in charge of millions of objects with a", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "The robotocists at Viking Spacecraft had decided to take another\n tack. \"Very well,\" they'd said, \"if we can't define all the members", "smart—but incredibly foolish. And, as a natural consequence, tended to\n ask questions too profound for any philosopher—questions like \"Who are\n you?\"\nBy RANDALL GARRETT", "Second Law: A robot shall obey the orders of a human being, except\n when such orders conflict with the First Law\n.", "\"Your robotocists can change that,\" I said. This time, I was giving him\n my version of \"genuine\" innocence.\n [7]", "\"My honor and ethics are in fine shape,\" I said, \"but my interpretation\n of the concepts might not be quite\n [6]\n the same as yours. Get to the\n point.\"", "famous Three Laws of Robotics into a robot brain.\nFirst Law: A robot shall not, either through action or inaction, allow\n harm to come to a human being.", "it would be much easier to define a single individual. That would\n prevent the issuing of conflicting orders to a robot, provided the\n single individual were careful in giving orders himself.", "\"\nBut\n,\" I said, \"it would be a pleasure\n [26]\n to work\nwith\nyou.\"\n\n\n He looked up quickly. \"How's that?\"", "suit, rather than the body it clings to so closely. Maybe he's right;\n I wouldn't know, not being a psychologist. I\nhave\nspent summers in", "[27]\n you because\nyou're\nworking for\n Ravenhurst. But since we may need each other, and since we're both" ], [ "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"", "\"Sit down, Mr. Oak. Will you have some Madeira?\"", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "of\n his voice was the oil of vitriol. \"Your compassion for your fellowman\n is a facet of your personality that I had not seen before. I shall", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "OAK, Confidential Expediter\n; I'm hired to help other people Get Things\n Done. Usually, if someone came to me with the problem of getting a", "\"Now, it appears that\nyou\n, Mr. Oak, were the first man to speak to\n McGuire after he had been activated. Is that correct?\"", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "When I entered the office, he was\n [3]\n sitting behind his mahogany desk,\n his eyes focused on the operation he was going through with a wineglass\n and a decanter. He didn't look up at me as he said:", "[5]\n\n\n \"So had I. But it appears that there were more ramifications to your\n action than we had at first supposed.\" His voice had the texture of\n heavy linseed oil.", "\"Mr. Oak, I would like you to go to Ceres and co-operate with the", "He put the stopper back in the decanter, picked up his own glass and\n sipped appreciatively. Not until he put it back down on the desk again\n did he raise his eyes and look at me for the first time since I'd come\n in." ], [ "Testing spaceships, robotic or any other kind, is strictly not my\n business. The sign on the door of my office in New York says:\nDANIEL", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "was\nthe spacecraft, since it\n served him in a way that was analogous to the way a human body serves\n the human mind. And he wasn't in charge of millions of objects with a", "and decelerating. But a flitterboat is enough to get around the\n neighborhood in, and that's all that's needed.", "\"As I understand it, the problem of defining the term 'human being'\n unambiguously to a robot is still unsolved. The robotocists felt that", "ANALOG SCIENCE FACT · SCIENCE FICTION\nSpaceship McGuire had lots of knowledge—but no wisdom. He was", "top velocity of a hundred and fifty miles an hour; he was in charge\n of a single object that moved at velocities of thousands of miles per\n second. Nor\n [14]", "They can't be used for any great distances because a man can't stay\n in a vac suit very long without getting uncomfortable. You have to", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "\"It seems,\" he went on, \"that McGuire refuses to allow his brain to\n be tampered with. The self-preservation 'instinct' has come to the", "The robotocists at Viking Spacecraft had decided to take another\n tack. \"Very well,\" they'd said, \"if we can't define all the members", "He ignored me. \"I even considered going through with the rebuilding\n work, now that we have traced down the source of failure of the first\n six models. Unfortunately, that isn't feasible, either.\" He scowled at\n me.", "He took another sip of Madeira. \"The robotocists at Viking tell\n me that, in order to prevent any further ... ah ... sabotage by", "fore. He has refused to let the technicians and robotocists enter his\n hull, and he has threatened to take off and leave Ceres if any further\n attempts are made to ... ah ... disrupt his thinking processes.\"", "Nobody has succeeded yet, because nobody has yet succeeded in defining\n the term \"human being\" in such a way that the logical mind of a robot\n can encompass the concept.", "The PSD was vitally interested in the whole McGuire project. Robots of\n McGuire's complexity had been built before; the robot that runs the", "A crowd wearing skin-tight cover-alls might shock the gentle people of\n Midwich-on-the-Moor, England, but they are normal dress in the Belt.", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "engine and the few necessities of life—air, some water, and a very\n little food—still costs more than a Rolls-Royce\n [11]\n automobile does on", "traffic patterns of the American Eastern Seaboard is just as capable\n as McGuire when it comes to handling a tremendous number of variables\n and making decisions on them. But that robot didn't have to be given" ], [ "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "Brock pushed open the inch-thick metal door beneath a sign that said\n \"O'Banion's Bar,\" and I followed him in. We sat down at a table and", "\"Sit down, Mr. Oak. Will you have some Madeira?\"", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "\"Now, it appears that\nyou\n, Mr. Oak, were the first man to speak to\n McGuire after he had been activated. Is that correct?\"", "I shook my head, cutting him off. \"Nope. Sorry, Brock. For two reasons.\n In the first place, there would be a conflict of interest. I'm working", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "We had our drinks in front of us and our cigarettes lit before Brock\n opened up with his troubles.", "OAK, Confidential Expediter\n; I'm hired to help other people Get Things\n Done. Usually, if someone came to me with the problem of getting a", "ordered drinks when the waiter bustled over. A cop in uniform isn't\n supposed to drink, but Brock figures that the head of the Security\n Guard ought to be able to get away with a breach of his own rules.", "\"Mr. Oak, I would like you to go to Ceres and co-operate with the", "works.\" Then he looked sharply at me. \"I covered that, of course. No\n one in the Security Guard but me knows that Jack was responsible.\"" ], [ "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "When I entered the office, he was\n [3]\n sitting behind his mahogany desk,\n his eyes focused on the operation he was going through with a wineglass\n and a decanter. He didn't look up at me as he said:", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "of\n his voice was the oil of vitriol. \"Your compassion for your fellowman\n is a facet of your personality that I had not seen before. I shall", "\"\nBut\n,\" I said, \"it would be a pleasure\n [26]\n to work\nwith\nyou.\"\n\n\n He looked up quickly. \"How's that?\"", "[5]\n\n\n \"So had I. But it appears that there were more ramifications to your\n action than we had at first supposed.\" His voice had the texture of\n heavy linseed oil.", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "\"Fair. Come on down to my office; I want to give you a headful of facts\n and figures.\"\n\n\n \"Will do. Let me finish my guzzle.\"", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "nothing, he'd really have blown up.\nTen minutes later, I was in my vacuum suit, walking across the glaring,\n rough-polished rectangle of metal that was the landing field of", "\"Sit down, Mr. Oak. Will you have some Madeira?\"", "\"Then the question was superfluous. Seriously, what I need is a bath\n and some sleep.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get that, but first let's go somewhere where we can talk. Want\n a drink?\"", "\"Or, to put it another way, I can't take money for any service I may\n render you, but you can pay off in services. Am I coming through?\"", "I followed him out and down a ladder to a corridor that led north. By\n definition, any asteroid spins toward the east, and all directions\n follow from that, regardless of which way the axis may point.\n\n\n [19]", "of a group, we can certainly define an individual. We'll pick one\n responsible person and build McGuire so that he will take orders only\n from that person.\"", "\"I shall. I was merely trying to point out to you that it is through\n your own actions that I find myself in a very trying position, and that\n your sense of honor and ethics should induce you to rectify the damage.\"", "suit, rather than the body it clings to so closely. Maybe he's right;\n I wouldn't know, not being a psychologist. I\nhave\nspent summers in", "My sarcasm didn't faze him in the least. \"Rhetorical. It follows that\n you are the only man whose orders McGuire will obey.\"", "\"My honor and ethics are in fine shape,\" I said, \"but my interpretation\n of the concepts might not be quite\n [6]\n the same as yours. Get to the\n point.\"", "\"Is that question purely rhetorical,\" I asked him, putting on my best\n expression of innocent interest. \"Or are you losing your memory?\" I had" ], [ "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "\"I shall. I was merely trying to point out to you that it is through\n your own actions that I find myself in a very trying position, and that\n your sense of honor and ethics should induce you to rectify the damage.\"", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "of\n his voice was the oil of vitriol. \"Your compassion for your fellowman\n is a facet of your personality that I had not seen before. I shall", "\"My honor and ethics are in fine shape,\" I said, \"but my interpretation\n of the concepts might not be quite\n [6]\n the same as yours. Get to the\n point.\"", "\"It seems,\" he went on, \"that McGuire refuses to allow his brain to\n be tampered with. The self-preservation 'instinct' has come to the", "[5]\n\n\n \"So had I. But it appears that there were more ramifications to your\n action than we had at first supposed.\" His voice had the texture of\n heavy linseed oil.", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "\"I can't say that I blame him,\" I said. \"What do you want me to do? Go\n to Ceres and tell him to submit like a good boy?\"", "from growing up with the strength of mice. And an adult with any sense\n takes a spin now and then, too. Traveling in a flitterboat will give", "When I entered the office, he was\n [3]\n sitting behind his mahogany desk,\n his eyes focused on the operation he was going through with a wineglass\n and a decanter. He didn't look up at me as he said:", "\"\nBut\n,\" I said, \"it would be a pleasure\n [26]\n to work\nwith\nyou.\"\n\n\n He looked up quickly. \"How's that?\"", "\"Fair. Come on down to my office; I want to give you a headful of facts\n and figures.\"\n\n\n \"Will do. Let me finish my guzzle.\"", "\"I got here alive, if that makes it a good flitterboat trip,\" I said,\n shaking his extended hand.\n\n\n \"That's the definition of a good trip,\" he told me.", "McGuire!\"\nWhat's good for General Bull-moose is good for everybody\n, I quoted\n to myself. I'd have said it out loud,\n [9]", "here, and it's liable to become major hell at any time. And we\n can't stand any hell—or sabotage—around this planetoid just now!\"", "\"It seems you have a point there, Mr. Ravenhurst.\" He'd hired me\n because things were shaky at Viking. If he lost too much more money on", "I held up a hand, palm toward him. \"Ah, ah, ah! There's no 'deal'\n involved. We're just old buddies helping each other. This is for", "suit, rather than the body it clings to so closely. Maybe he's right;\n I wouldn't know, not being a psychologist. I\nhave\nspent summers in" ], [ "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "Ravenhurst was one of the smartest operators in the Belt, but when it\n came to personal relationships, he was utterly incompetent. He could\n make anyone dislike him without trying.", "Ravenhurst was smart, all right; it was just that, when it came to\n personal relationships, he wasn't very wise.", "[27]\n you because\nyou're\nworking for\n Ravenhurst. But since we may need each other, and since we're both", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "\"It seems you have a point there, Mr. Ravenhurst.\" He'd hired me\n because things were shaky at Viking. If he lost too much more money on", "I decided I might as well observe the pleasantries. There was no point\n in my getting nasty until he did. \"Thank you, Mr. Ravenhurst, I will.\"", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "working for Ravenhurst, there would be no conflict of interest if we\n co-operate.", "A man has to be a good actor to be\n a competent double agent, and I didn't want Ravenhurst to know that I\n knew a great deal more about the problem than he did.", "dislike, and I am not going to let it interfere with my job. I'm going\n to protect Ravenhurst's interests to the best of my ability, and that", "\"Well, let's look at it this way: You can't hire me because I'm already\n working for Ravenhurst; I can't hire", "Ravenhurst might find himself out of the managerial business entirely.", "Ravenhurst had evolved a technique from long years of practice.\n He tilted the glass and the bottle toward each other, their edges", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"", "Jack Ravenhurst's fault. She was the one who was driving them nuts, not\n Thurston's agents.\"", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "\"You know what my fees are, Mr. Ravenhurst. That's what you'll be" ] ]

[ "What's the relationship like between Delmar and Illia?", "Why is Illia mad at Delmar?", "What trait best describes Terry?", "What trait best describes Delmar?", "What would've happened if Delmar had gone straight to Phyfe instead of Terry?", "What's one difference between Terry and Delmar?", "What's the current life like on Earth?", "What do we think Delmar will do in the near future?" ]

[ [ "They love each other", "They are good friends", "They don't like each other", "They're married" ], [ "She wants to be with him but he won't leave Earth most of the time", "She wants to be with him but he doesn't make the time for her", "She wants to be with him but he won't come home", "She wants to be with him but he won't leave Venus" ], [ "Patient", "Funny", "Cautious", "Naive" ], [ "Loving", "Intelligent", "Oblivious", "Emotional" ], [ "He would've been less busy", "He wouldn't have regretted it", "He would've been mad at himself", "He would've been anxious" ], [ "Delmar is smarter than Terry", "They have completely different jobs", "They have different priorities", "Terry is smarter than Delmar" ], [ "Scientists are curing many diseases", "Advanced technologies exist", "Governments are stable across the world, finally", "Governments are in tumultuous situations" ], [ "He'll go back home", "He'll call Illia again", "He'll do more research with Terry", "He'll leave Terry be and go to Phyfe" ] ]

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[ [ "\"I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad\n to hear you. Don't wait so long next time.\"\n\n\n \"Illia—\"", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "\"Still the confirmed hermit?\" Illia's eyes lost some of their banter,\n but none of their tenderness.", "Underwood watched the white fire of the Atom Stream through the lead\n glass of the eye-protecting lenses. \"I talked to Illia today,\" he said.\n \"She says I've run away.\"", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "Illia to be convinced—along with your own conscience.\"", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "Illia Morov's eyes grew narrow in puzzlement as she looked at Underwood\n with utter incomprehension. \"Doesn't it matter at all that the race is", "\"The culture is not to blame,\" said Illia earnestly, \"and neither is\n humanity. You don't ridicule a child for his clumsiness when he is\n learning to walk.\"", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "\"Del! I thought you'd gone to sleep with the mummies out there. It's\n been over a month since you called. What's new?\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "Illia's blonde, precisely coiffured hair was only faintly golden\n against, the stark white of her surgeons' gown, which she still wore", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "that they were in motion. Living in the field one or two years at\n a time, there was little that they were conscious of except the\n half-million-year-old culture whose scattered fragments surrounded them" ], [ "\"I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad\n to hear you. Don't wait so long next time.\"\n\n\n \"Illia—\"", "Underwood watched the white fire of the Atom Stream through the lead\n glass of the eye-protecting lenses. \"I talked to Illia today,\" he said.\n \"She says I've run away.\"", "Illia Morov's eyes grew narrow in puzzlement as she looked at Underwood\n with utter incomprehension. \"Doesn't it matter at all that the race is", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "\"Still the confirmed hermit?\" Illia's eyes lost some of their banter,\n but none of their tenderness.", "Illia to be convinced—along with your own conscience.\"", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "Illia's blonde, precisely coiffured hair was only faintly golden\n against, the stark white of her surgeons' gown, which she still wore", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "The headquarters ship slowed to a halt and the lock opened, emitting\n the fiery burst of a motor scooter which Doc Phyfe rode with angry\n abandon.", "\"Del! I thought you'd gone to sleep with the mummies out there. It's\n been over a month since you called. What's new?\"", "\"The culture is not to blame,\" said Illia earnestly, \"and neither is\n humanity. You don't ridicule a child for his clumsiness when he is\n learning to walk.\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "\"You, Underwood!\" His voice came harshly through the phones. \"I demand\n an explanation of—\"", "it's my fault.\"\n\"Pah!\" said Phyfe. \"A thing like this is of utmost importance. You\n should have notified me immediately.\"", "Dreyer called it a futile search for a 'head man' by a people who would\n no longer trust any of their own kind to be 'head man.' And Underwood\n dared not trust that glib explanation." ], [ "\"No better semanticist ever lived,\" Terry said flatly. \"He takes the\n long view, which is that everything will come out in the wash. I agree", "Of all the archeologists he had met, Underwood had taken the greatest\n liking to Terry Bernard. An extremely competent semanticist and", "It was far more than Terry had expected.", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "Underwood's mind, which had been half occupied with mulling over his\n personal problems while he talked with Terry, swung startledly to what", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "\"Haven't you?\" Terry asked.\n\n\n \"I wouldn't call it that.\"", "But Phyfe had landed, and as he dismounted from the scooter, he stood\n in awe. Terry, standing close to him, thought he saw tears in the old\n man's eyes through the helmet of the spaceship.", "figures of Terry Bernard and his assistant, Batch Fagin, clung to the\n surface, moving about like flies on a blackened, frozen apple.", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "for what they were—poets in search of mysteries. The Bible-quoting of\n Phyfe and the swearing of red-headed Terry Bernard were merely thin\n disguises for their poetic romanticism.", "As they shut off the fearful Atom Streams, the scientists turned to\n look back at the thing they had cleared.\nTerry said quietly, \"See why I'm an archeologist?\"", "\"I'd say it looked like writing,\" Terry said. \"But it's not like any\n of the other Stroid characters I've seen—which doesn't mean much, of", "\"If I may make a suggestion,\" said Terry, \"you recall that some of the\n artifacts have not survived so well. Decay in many instances has set\n in—\"", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "\"You were busy with your own work,\" said Terry.", "\"Something's the matter,\" said Terry. \"I don't see anything here.\"\n\n\n \"Let's go all the way around on the scooters. Those guys may have\n bungled the job of numbering the photos.\"", "\"Personally, I think they were ahead of us,\" said Terry. \"And do you\n see what that means to us archeologists? It's the first time in the", "Terry shook his head as he stood by the port of the laboratory ship\n watching the crews at work outside. \"Not a thing, but that's no" ], [ "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "\"I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad\n to hear you. Don't wait so long next time.\"\n\n\n \"Illia—\"", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "\"No better semanticist ever lived,\" Terry said flatly. \"He takes the\n long view, which is that everything will come out in the wash. I agree", "\"You'd know if you'd ever talked with him. He'll tear off every other\n word you utter and throw it back at you. His 'head man' designation", "for what they were—poets in search of mysteries. The Bible-quoting of\n Phyfe and the swearing of red-headed Terry Bernard were merely thin\n disguises for their poetic romanticism.", "\"Del! I thought you'd gone to sleep with the mummies out there. It's\n been over a month since you called. What's new?\"", "Dreyer called it a futile search for a 'head man' by a people who would\n no longer trust any of their own kind to be 'head man.' And Underwood\n dared not trust that glib explanation.", "Underwood grinned to himself. He said, \"Your attitude convinces me of a\n long held theory that archeology is no science. Anyway, if your story", "\"Yes, because out of it will come a people who have found in themselves\n the strength they used to find in the 'head men.' There will come a", "that they were in motion. Living in the field one or two years at\n a time, there was little that they were conscious of except the\n half-million-year-old culture whose scattered fragments surrounded them", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "At the sight of it, Underwood could almost understand the thrill of\n discovery that impelled these archeologists to delve in the mysteries" ], [ "Underwood didn't get it until he caught Terry's wink behind Phyfe's\n back. Once it left space and went into the museum laboratory, Terry", "But Phyfe had landed, and as he dismounted from the scooter, he stood\n in awe. Terry, standing close to him, thought he saw tears in the old\n man's eyes through the helmet of the spaceship.", ".\"\nCHAPTER TWO\nPhyfe remained near the site as Underwood and Terry set their crew to\n the routine task of weighing, measuring, and photographing the object,", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "it's my fault.\"\n\"Pah!\" said Phyfe. \"A thing like this is of utmost importance. You\n should have notified me immediately.\"", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "Terry and Underwood grinned at each other. Phyfe reprimanded every\n archeologist on the expedition for not notifying him immediately", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "\"I will be on constant call,\" said Phyfe. \"Let me know immediately of\n any developments.\" Then the uncertain mask of the executive fell away", "\"Something's the matter,\" said Terry. \"I don't see anything here.\"\n\n\n \"Let's go all the way around on the scooters. Those guys may have\n bungled the job of numbering the photos.\"", "\"Not much. Terry found some new evidence of Stroid III. Phyfe has a\n new scrap of metal with inscriptions, and they've found something that", "of a material impervious to the Atom Stream is wrong, you'd better get\n a good alibi. Phyfe had some work he wanted to do aboard today.\"", "\"Very well,\" said Phyfe. \"You may proceed in charge of the physical\n examination of the find, Doctor Underwood. You, Doctor Bernard, will be", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "\"Phyfe will forgive all your sins for this,\" he said. \"Before you show\n me the Atom Stream is ineffective, let's break off a couple of tons of", "\"It's a rather flexible arrangement—in Phyfe's mind, at least. I'm\n boss until he decides he wants to do something.\"" ], [ "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "\"No better semanticist ever lived,\" Terry said flatly. \"He takes the\n long view, which is that everything will come out in the wash. I agree", "for what they were—poets in search of mysteries. The Bible-quoting of\n Phyfe and the swearing of red-headed Terry Bernard were merely thin\n disguises for their poetic romanticism.", "\"Something's the matter,\" said Terry. \"I don't see anything here.\"\n\n\n \"Let's go all the way around on the scooters. Those guys may have\n bungled the job of numbering the photos.\"", "figures of Terry Bernard and his assistant, Batch Fagin, clung to the\n surface, moving about like flies on a blackened, frozen apple.", "Underwood didn't get it until he caught Terry's wink behind Phyfe's\n back. Once it left space and went into the museum laboratory, Terry", "Underwood's mind, which had been half occupied with mulling over his\n personal problems while he talked with Terry, swung startledly to what", "\"Haven't you?\" Terry asked.\n\n\n \"I wouldn't call it that.\"", "\"I'd say it looked like writing,\" Terry said. \"But it's not like any\n of the other Stroid characters I've seen—which doesn't mean much, of", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "\"Ride 'em, cowboy!\" Terry Bernard yelled into the intercom. He gave a\n wild cowboy yell that pierced Underwood's ears. \"Watch out that thing\n doesn't turn turtle with you.\"", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "As they shut off the fearful Atom Streams, the scientists turned to\n look back at the thing they had cleared.\nTerry said quietly, \"See why I'm an archeologist?\"", "Terry and Underwood grinned at each other. Phyfe reprimanded every\n archeologist on the expedition for not notifying him immediately", "Terry shook his head as he stood by the port of the laboratory ship\n watching the crews at work outside. \"Not a thing, but that's no", "Of all the archeologists he had met, Underwood had taken the greatest\n liking to Terry Bernard. An extremely competent semanticist and" ], [ "desperately. Too many have run away already. They say the Venusian\n colonies are booming, but I told you a year ago that simply running\n away wouldn't work. I thought by now you would have found it out for", "there rang the ancient memories of a planet vibrant with life, a\n planet of strange tongues and unknown songs—a planet that had died\n so violently that space was yet strewn with its remains—so violently", "unstable, irresponsible society existing on Earth. He knew it was a\n purely neurotic reaction, this desire to escape. But application of\n that label solved nothing, explained nothing—and carried no stigma.", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "day. I ran away. If the whole mess back on Earth is like a bunch of\n horn blowers tootling above your apartment, I say move, and why make", "that they were in motion. Living in the field one or two years at\n a time, there was little that they were conscious of except the\n half-million-year-old culture whose scattered fragments surrounded them", "Earth. If Congress should cut the Institute's funds, you'd be dropped\n right back where you were. You can't get away.\"", "It was the same news he had heard six months ago. It would be the same\n again tomorrow and next month. The story of a planet repudiating all", "the artifacts we've discovered. But they seem to have had a suitable\n atmosphere of oxygen diluted with appropriate inert gases.\"\nThey were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a laboratory", "places and the masses of humanity will no longer believe in any of\n them.\"\n\"And\nthat\nis development of the race?\"", "\"There are always the Venusian colonies.\"\n\n\n \"You know it's impossible to exist there independent of Earth.\"", "almost looks as if it might have been an electron tube five hundred\n thousand years ago. I'm working on that. Otherwise all is peaceful and\n it's wonderful!\"", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "Where was he wrong? The past year, since he had joined the expedition\n as Chief Physicist, was like paradise compared with living in the", "that it is those of you in the physical sciences who are fleeing in\n the greatest numbers. The Venusian colonies must have a wonderful time\n with physicists trampling each other to get away from it all—and Earth", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "sweat-producing, mind-prodding adventure in the future when you read\n it!\nContents\nCHAPTER ONE\nOut beyond the orbit of Mars the", "The monumental task of exploration had been undertaken more than a\n generation ago by the Smithson Institute. Though always handicapped by\n shortage of funds, they had managed to keep at least one ship in the\n field as a permanent expedition.", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "beneath their feet, and to what alien purpose. Its black, impenetrable\n surfaces spoke of excellent mechanical skill, and a high science that\n could create a material refractory to the Atom Stream. Who, a half" ], [ "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "After watching the work for two days, Terry wearied of the seemingly\n non-productive labor. \"I suppose you know what you're doing, Del,\" he\n said. \"But is it getting you anywhere at all?\"", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "\"I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad\n to hear you. Don't wait so long next time.\"\n\n\n \"Illia—\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "\"Del! I thought you'd gone to sleep with the mummies out there. It's\n been over a month since you called. What's new?\"", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "\"Yes, because out of it will come a people who have found in themselves\n the strength they used to find in the 'head men.' There will come a", "\"No better semanticist ever lived,\" Terry said flatly. \"He takes the\n long view, which is that everything will come out in the wash. I agree", "\"You forget that I don't quite accept Dreyer's theories. To me this is\n nothing but a rotting structure that is finally collapsing from its own\n inner decay. I can't see anything positive evolving out of it.\"", "Underwood watched the white fire of the Atom Stream through the lead\n glass of the eye-protecting lenses. \"I talked to Illia today,\" he said.\n \"She says I've run away.\"", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "\"And I told you a year ago,\" Underwood said flatly, \"that the only\n possible choice of a sane man is escape.\"", "Underwood grinned to himself. He said, \"Your attitude convinces me of a\n long held theory that archeology is no science. Anyway, if your story", "with him, so why worry—knowing that the variants will iron themselves\n out, and nothing I can possibly do will be noticed or missed? Hence,\n I seldom worry about my obligations to mankind, as long as I stay", "places and the masses of humanity will no longer believe in any of\n them.\"\n\"And\nthat\nis development of the race?\"" ] ]

[ "How many different movies are discussed in detail in this passage?", "Which of the following best summarizes this passage?", "What is the tone in this passage?", "Which of the following is NOT a reason someone might avoid reading this passage?", "Which of the following is a vague description that applies to one of the movies described in the passage?", "Which of the following is a vague description that applies to one of the movies described in the passage?", "If someone had to watch ALL of the major movies the author describes (they have a month to watch them), who do you think would most likely enjoy that experience?", "What does the author point out about some of the actresses in the movies he's describing?", "What does the author point out about some of the actresses in the movies he's describing?", "Which of the following is NOT a quality of any of the movies described in the article?" ]

[ [ "Five", "Three", "Two", "Four" ], [ "The author analyzes a couple of movies", "The author describes movies he's seen with his friends", "The author ranks the quality of some movies he's seen in the past year", "The author discusses his favorite movies" ], [ "Informal", "Persuasive", "Academic", "Argumentative" ], [ "The author describes (in detail) some of the less interesting parts of the movies", "The author describes a bit of gore", "The author has a few creepy remarks about women", "The author gives a couple of spoilers" ], [ "Someone tries to go on a boat trip and things go horribly wrong", "Someone tries to find a murderer", "Someone tries to protect a building from a hostage situation", "Someone tries to get a divorce from her husband" ], [ "Someone has fun on recreational drugs", "Someone tries to save their marriage", "Someone has fun in an out of body experience", "Someone tries to overcome their alcoholism" ], [ "An older teen who primarily likes romance movies", "A young teen", "A college student", "A new mom" ], [ "Their brilliance", "Their beauty", "Their ability to cry on command", "Their willingness to do sex scenes in movies" ], [ "Most of the actresses are in roles they're used to portraying (they're being typecast)", "Many of the women are being cast as a result of the plastic surgery they've had done", "A couple of the women are acting in roles outside their normal repertoire", "Many of the women are being cast because of their young age" ], [ "Someone has to adapt to having to work with someone else", "Someone is impacted by newly discovered information", "Two characters fall in love", "Someone is trying to uncover something" ] ]

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But many of the best researchers also have jobs", "their positions can be better understood by those of us who", "this century by such writers as Robert Lee Hale, who", "affection for, or preoccupation with its technical architecture, or with", "So here is", "I think remains is to translate the language and sentiments", "researchers and hackers. And so it was. The usual ethic", "to think about blackmail. That would make me a Red.", "in technology, which is not all that different from the", "Internet. But these new arrivals will not, as Larry suggests," ], [ "The passages I quoted in the first round come from", "wrote. Mill, as Larry points out, did believe that public", "So that said, the passages that I quote do not", "So here is", "which begins with a reference to that most ivory-towered individual", "Internet. But these new arrivals will not, as Larry suggests,", "from Chapter 7 of his book, \"What Things Regulate,\" which", "is worth setting out briefly here. 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His words are ominous: \"My argument is that", "So here is", "this century by such writers as Robert Lee Hale, who", "from Chapter 7 of his book, \"What Things Regulate,\" which", "is worth setting out briefly here. Over the past several", "his book, and to do so, he has to explain", "I think remains is to translate the language and sentiments", "there is something deeply amiss. But if the argument is", "one sense, the statement is right. If folks can defame", "It is, I might add, relatively close to that which", ", who articulated the famous \"harm principle\" with which libertarian", "as though the initial round of discussion between Larry and myself", "That said, how", "So far so", "I thought (and" ], [ "The passages I quoted in the first round come from", "So that said, the passages that I quote do not", "wrote. Mill, as Larry points out, did believe that public", "which begins with a reference to that most ivory-towered individual", "It is, I might add, relatively close to that which", "of liberty. His words are ominous: \"My argument is that", "We can have private and public, commercial and charitable, spaces", "to another. And in ordinary space we have both public", "from Chapter 7 of his book, \"What Things Regulate,\" which", ", who articulated the famous \"harm principle\" with which libertarian", "represents some present and powerful political reality: It is a", "is worth setting out briefly here. Over the past several", "his book, and to do so, he has to explain", "of information. With researchers, the community I know best, the", "with its internal folkways. Rather, I have come to it", "of anarchy. Rather, it starts to resemble a self-appointed", "pays attention to the views within the ivory tower. It", "Thus he is right on to say that there are two", "At most, the competition of new forms of social organization", "of organization itself disables a certain form of freedom.\" At" ], [ "in technology, which is not all that different from the", "for example, means that technology allows for a form of", "Internet. But these new arrivals will not, as Larry suggests,", "his book, and to do so, he has to explain", "The passages I quoted in the first round come from", "of information. With researchers, the community I know best, the", "is worth setting out briefly here. Over the past several", "So that said, the passages that I quote do not", "world we have known--ever.\" I don't get it. In one", "affection for, or preoccupation with its technical architecture, or with", "to another. And in ordinary space we have both public", "and so architecture, or technology, works nicely in real space,", "several years I have had extensive contact with the Internet,", "someone who sees the Internet as the latest advance in", "spaces on the Net, just as we do anywhere else.", "researchers and hackers. And so it was. The usual ethic", "the radio, the cell phone, or the fax machine, there", "from Chapter 7 of his book, \"What Things Regulate,\" which", "happen in cyberspace as well. Those people who wish to", "in cyberspace. The ability to limit the number of times" ] ]

[ "What is a potential moral to this passage?", "What is the overall structure of the passage?", "Which of the following is not a pickup strategy discussed in this article?", "Did any of the partners of these men forgive them for their infidelity?", "Does the article reflect positively about any of the mens' character?", "Which man is described as having a very young girlfriend?", "Which man is described as being particularly talkative in a romantic encounter?", "Were all of Clinton's sexual encounters consensual?", "What does the article show that Leonardo DiCaprio and Bill Clinton have in common?" ]

[ [ "Cheating and womanizing can be overcome when you mature as a person", "Cheating as a famous person will likely secure the attention of the tabloids for an extended period", "Usually for infidelity stories one tabloid will always (usually successfully) try to take point on the story", "Tabloids only focus on infidelity for so long before they pick up on another topic" ], [ "An in-depth analysis of Jerry Springer's sex life", "An in-depth analysis of Leo DiCaprio's sex life", "A focus on Clinton and somewhat on Leonardo, followed by some mentions of Springer and Gifford", "An equally in-depth deep dive into 4 men with womanizing scandals" ], [ "Asking women how they're feeling about their jobs", "Taking women on planes", "Getting assistants to approach women for them", "The use of a pickup-line" ], [ "The article shows that all of them did", "The article shows that at least one of them did", "We don't have enough information to tell", "The article shows that none of them did" ], [ "Honestly most of them seem pretty respectful", "Not really, they all seem pretty terrible to women", "The article describes all of them positively in other areas of their livelihood", "They don't seem that disrespectful, they all at least care about consent" ], [ "Leonardo", "Bill", "Frank", "Jerry" ], [ "Leonardo", "Frank", "Jerry", "Bill" ], [ "We know that the majority of them were not", "We don't really know at all", "Yes they were", "We know that some of them were not" ], [ "Both like to have sex on planes", "Both like to have ice cream before sex", "Both want to exclusively sleep with much younger women", "Both prefer to have sex in their homes" ] ]

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[ "Why was Terrence unbothered by Bruce's story about the Venusian aborigines? ", "How did the crew of the Mars V die?", "Why did Marsha forget she loved Bruce?", "Who was Pietro?", "Why did Helene, Pietro, Marlene, and Bruce each survive on Mars while the rest of their crew died?", "How did Terrence manage to survive on the mountain to 600,000 feet and beyond?", "What was Bruce's profession?", "Why did Bruce, Marsha, and Doran discover no life on Mars initially?" ]

[ [ "Stromberg had diagnosed Bruce with schizophrenia, and therefore his story was not reliable.", "The Venusian aborigines were a threat to the Earth's existence.", "Years of social conditioning to embrace violent conquests had desensitized him to their plight.", "Bruce was psychotic and lived mostly in his own imagination." ], [ "They succumbed to the Martian power of suggestion, which made them obsessed with conquering an infinitely tall mountain. ", "Some of the crew developed altitude sickness; this drove them mad, and they began killing each other.", "They were murdered by Bruce in a psychotic episode.", "They froze to death on the high peaks of the mountain." ], [ "She had loved him in her youth, and they were much older now.", "The Martians cast a spell over the crew that made them forget their past.", "She had been slowly brainwashed over the years by the mission of the Conqueror Corps.", "Stromberg had hypnotized her." ], [ "A figment of Bruce's imagination.", "The sole survivor of Mars IV.", "The sole survivor of Mars III.", "A Martian that visited Bruce in his dreams." ], [ "They did not fall prey to the desire to climb and conquer the mountain.", "They shared the same psychic powers that the Martians had.", "They each voluntarily stayed in their shelters and took notes while the rest of the crew ascended the mountain.", "They offered each other support through their dreams." ], [ "His passion for conquest overruled any physical or emotional turmoil he was feeling.", "He killed Anhauser and took his weapon.", "Stromberg had demonstrated powerful psychological techniques for maintaining one's strength.", "He didn't. It was an illusion impressed upon his mind by the Martians." ], [ "He was a member of the inquisition, cast out after murdering Doran.", "He took mission notes for the crew of the Mars V.", "He was a member of the Conqueror Corps, tasked with overtaking planets.", "He was a poet." ], [ "All life had been destroyed by previous missions of the Conqueror Corps.", "There was no life there to discover.", "They had been too afraid to scale the mountain.", "The Martians had safely hidden their civilization through hypnotic mind powers." ] ]

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[ [ "Terrence grinned. \"Ghosts, Bruce?\"", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "Once in a while Terrence demanded that Bruce say something to prove he\n was still there taking down what Terrence said. Bruce obliged. A long", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene", "But then he had a feeling Terrence's voice wouldn't be annoying him\n much more anyway. The voice was unreal, coming out of some void. He\n could switch off Terrence any time now, but he was still curious.", "\"All right,\" Terrence interrupted. \"Now, Bruce, you know the law\n regulating the treatment of serious psycho cases in space?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. Execution.\"", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "Later, Terrence's voice broke off in the middle of something or\n other—Bruce couldn't make any sense out of it at all—and turned into\n crazy yells that faded out and never came back.", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "the Venusian aborigines, Captain? If you haven't, you aren't thoroughly\n educated to the crackpot idealism still infecting certain people.\"", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"", "prevented the dreams. He had an idea that the dreams might be so\n pleasant that he wouldn't wake up. He wanted to listen to Terrence as\n long as the captain had anything to say. It was nothing but curiosity.", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "\"They've all been dead quite a while,\" Bruce said wonderingly. \"Yet\n I seemed to be hearing from Terrence until only a short time ago.\n Are—are the climbers still climbing—somewhere, Helene?\"", "\"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there,\" Bruce said. \"People\n talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some\n kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all.\"", "And then he would wake up and listen to Terrence's voice. He would\n look out the window over the barren frigid land where there was nothing\n but seams of worn land, like scabs under the brazen sky.", "any more; certainly not as real as the dreams.\nThe problem of where to put the line between dream and reality began to\n worry Bruce. He would wake up and listen and take down what Terrence", "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "Bruce listened and noted and took sedatives and opened cans of food\n concentrates. He smoked and ate and slept. He had plenty of time. He\n had only time and the dreams which he knew he could utilize later to\n take care of the time." ], [ "together with imperishably strong rope about their waists. Far beyond\n them were those from\nMars V\n, too freshly dead to have decayed", "had seemed to Bruce as though it were pointing an accusing finger at\n Earth—or a warning one.\nWith Jacobs and Anhauser and the remainder of the crew of the ship,\nMars V", "into space, killing, destroying for no other reason than their own\n sickness. Being masters of the mind, the Martians are also capable\n of hypnosis—no, that's not really the word, only the closest our", "of which set of conquering heroes could conquer the most space first.\n So far, only Venus had fallen. They had done a good, thorough job\n there. Four ships had come to Mars and their crews had disappeared.", "crew of that first ship to hit Venus, five years ago. Remember? One\n of the New Era's more infamous dates. Drexel says the Venusians were", "She shrugged, and looked in the direction of the ships. \"Poor guys. I\n can't feel much hatred toward them now. The Martians give you a lot of", "a darn long time, longer than we could estimate now. They learned\n the horror we're capable of from the first ship—the Conquerors,\n the climbers. The Martians knew more like them would come and go on", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "\"Not afraid,\" Bruce objected. \"I don't see any need to climb it. Coming\n to Mars, conquering space, isn't that enough? It happens that the crew", "didn't seem to belong here. He'd thought so when they'd first hit Mars\n eight months back and discovered the other four rockets that had never", "the mountain in the bleak cold of the Martian morning. He watched them\n disappear behind a high ledge, tied together with plastic rope like\n convicts.", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "\"The Martians tested us,\" she explained. \"They're masters of the mind.\n I guess they've been grinding along through the evolutionary mill", "ships saw wasn't real. It was partly what the Martians wanted them to\n see and feel—but most of it, like the desire to climb the mountain,", "Like you, they all had the necessary equipment to make a successful\n climb, but no one's ever come back down. No contact with anything up\n there.", "\"It may seem cruel now,\" she said, \"but the Martians realized that\n there is no cure for the will to conquer. There is no safety from it,", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "\"No facilities for handling such cases en route back to Earth.\"\n\n\n \"I understand. No apologies necessary, Captain.\"", "\"We've seen no indication of any kind of life whatsoever,\" Bruce\n pointed out. \"Not even an insect, or any kind of plant life except some", "inhabitants. They made their last mistake when they came out to greet\n us. Without even an attempt at communication, they were wiped out. The\n village was burned and everything alive in it was destroyed.\"" ], [ "And some time later: \"Bruce, Marsha's dying! We don't know what's the", "Marsha. Things had seemed so different then. There was something of\n that hope in his voice now as he spoke to her, yet not directly to her,", "Bruce bent toward the radio. Outside the shelter, the wind whistled\n softly at the door.\n\n\n \"Marsha,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Bruce—\"", "Bruce lifted Marsha and carried her back over the rocky dust, into the\n fresh fragrance of the high grass, and across it to the shade and peace\n beside the canal.", "\"Marsha, remember how we used to talk about human values? I remember\n how you seemed to have something maybe different from the others. I\n never thought you'd really buy this will to conquer, and now it doesn't\n matter....\"", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"Anyway, I got off the track. As I was saying,\n I woke up from this dream and Marsha and Doran were there. Doran was", "\"Hello, hello, darling,\" he whispered. \"Marsha, can you hear me?\"", "\"I didn't\nknow\nthat, but I didn't\nthink\nwe ever would again.\"\n\n\n \"We wouldn't want to anyway, would we, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "\"Once,\" Bruce said. \"She might have been sane. They got her when she\n was young. Too young to fight. But she would have, I think, if she'd\n been older when they got her.\"", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "much, when the future had not yet destroyed her. He saw the shadow of\n Helene bend across Marsha's face against the background of the silently\n flowing water of the cool, green canal.", "\"All right, I'll tell you. I was sleeping, having a dream. Doran woke\n me up. Marsha was with him. I'd forgotten about that geological job we", "She rose to her toes and waved and yelled. Bruce saw Pietro and Marlene\n walking hand in hand up the other side of the canal. They waved back", "\"Doran's charts show high suggestibility under stress. Another weak\n personality eliminated. Let's regard it that way. He\nimagined\nhe saw\n something.\" He glanced at Marsha. \"Did\nyou\nsee anything?\"", "that, Bruce—that one about the mountain you tried to quote to me last\n night before you ... I can't remember it now. Darling, what...?\"", "Bruce said, \"I guess it couldn't really be considered an injustice\n any longer. Values have changed too much. Doran and I were part of the", "Later, Terrence's voice broke off in the middle of something or\n other—Bruce couldn't make any sense out of it at all—and turned into\n crazy yells that faded out and never came back." ], [ "He met people in the dreams, two girls and a man. They had names:\n Pietro, Marlene, Helene.", "also talk with Marlene and Pietro, and the conversations made sense.\n Consistently, they made sense.", "\"I was on the first ship and Marlene on the second. None like us on the\n third, and on the fourth ship was Pietro. All the others had to climb", "She rose to her toes and waved and yelled. Bruce saw Pietro and Marlene\n walking hand in hand up the other side of the canal. They waved back", "Max Drexel's freckles slipped into the creases across his high\n forehead. \"Haven't you heard him expounding on the injustice done to", "\"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there,\" Bruce said. \"People\n talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some\n kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all.\"", "In the middle of the half-moon of inquisition, with his long legs\n stretched out and his hands folded on his belly, sat Captain Terrence.", "He went to the window and looked out. The comfortable little city was\n out there, and the canal flowing past through a pleasantly cool yet", "Helene he had seen from the beginning, but she became more real to\n him all the time, until he could talk with her. After that, he could", "He was hardly listening as he walked away from Helene toward the eroded\n hills. The crew members of the first four ships were skeletons tied", "He put her down. She looked peaceful enough, more peaceful than that\n other time, years ago, when the two of them seemed to have shared so", "much ... Anhauser with his rope cut, a bullet in his head; Jacobs and\n Marsha and the others ... Terrence much past them all. He had managed\n to climb higher than anyone else and he lay with his arms stretched", "Bruce felt the old weakness coming into his knees, the sweat beginning\n to run down his face. He took a deep breath and stood there before the\n cold nihilistic stares of fourteen eyes.", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "his rifle and ran outside. I yelled at him. I kept on yelling and ran\n after him. 'It's intelligent, whatever it is!' I kept saying. 'How do", "\"Hello, hello, darling,\" he whispered. \"Marsha, can you hear me?\"", "He stood up, walked back with Helene along the canal toward the calm\n city. He didn't look back.", "He remembered her as she had been years ago, but at the moment he\n wasn't looking very hard to see anything on her face. It was too late.\n They had gotten her young and it was too late.", "much, when the future had not yet destroyed her. He saw the shadow of\n Helene bend across Marsha's face against the background of the silently\n flowing water of the cool, green canal.", "So I had to shoot him. Imagine a man of his apparent caliber turning\n anti-democratic like that! This mountain will be a great tester for\n us in the future. We'll test everybody, find out quickly who the" ], [ "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "\"I was on the first ship and Marlene on the second. None like us on the\n third, and on the fourth ship was Pietro. All the others had to climb", "\"Not afraid,\" Bruce objected. \"I don't see any need to climb it. Coming\n to Mars, conquering space, isn't that enough? It happens that the crew", "had seemed to Bruce as though it were pointing an accusing finger at\n Earth—or a warning one.\nWith Jacobs and Anhauser and the remainder of the crew of the ship,\nMars V", "together with imperishably strong rope about their waists. Far beyond\n them were those from\nMars V\n, too freshly dead to have decayed", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"", "any signs of the others. Six hundred thousand feet, Bruce! We feel our\n destiny. We conquer the Solar System. And we'll go out and out, and", "\"Who knows?\" Helene answered softly. \"Maybe. I doubt if even the\n Martians have the answer to that.\"\n\n\n They entered the city.", "didn't seem to belong here. He'd thought so when they'd first hit Mars\n eight months back and discovered the other four rockets that had never", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "\"We've seen no indication of any kind of life whatsoever,\" Bruce\n pointed out. \"Not even an insect, or any kind of plant life except some", "And some time later: \"Bruce, Marsha's dying! We don't know what's the", "\"They've all been dead quite a while,\" Bruce said wonderingly. \"Yet\n I seemed to be hearing from Terrence until only a short time ago.\n Are—are the climbers still climbing—somewhere, Helene?\"", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "\"The Martians tested us,\" she explained. \"They're masters of the mind.\n I guess they've been grinding along through the evolutionary mill", "Bruce bent toward the radio. Outside the shelter, the wind whistled\n softly at the door.\n\n\n \"Marsha,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Bruce—\"", "\"All right,\" Terrence interrupted. \"Now, Bruce, you know the law\n regulating the treatment of serious psycho cases in space?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. Execution.\"", "into space, killing, destroying for no other reason than their own\n sickness. Being masters of the mind, the Martians are also capable\n of hypnosis—no, that's not really the word, only the closest our", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "you, you can remain here on Mars after we leave. You'll be left\n food-concentrates to last a long time.\"" ], [ "From forty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We gauged this mountain\n at forty-five thousand. But here we are at forty and there doesn't", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"", "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "And then from fifty-three thousand feet, Terrence said with a voice\n that seemed slightly strained: \"No sign of any of the crew of the other", "There was no mountain.\nFor one shivery moment he knew fear. And then the fear went away, and", "The trail they left wound over the ground, chipped in places for holds,\n red elsewhere with blood from torn hands. Terrence was more than twelve\n miles from the ship—horizontally.", "And then he would wake up and listen to Terrence's voice. He would\n look out the window over the barren frigid land where there was nothing\n but seams of worn land, like scabs under the brazen sky.", "At twenty-five thousand feet, Terrence reported, \"We've put on oxygen\n masks. Jacobs and Drexel have developed some kind of altitude sickness", "From sixty thousand feet, Terrence reported, \"I had to shoot Anhauser\n a few minutes ago! He was dissenting. Hear that, Bruce? One of my most", "\"Bruce—Bruce, you still there? Listen, we're up here at what we figure\n to be five hundred thousand feet! It\nis", "much ... Anhauser with his rope cut, a bullet in his head; Jacobs and\n Marsha and the others ... Terrence much past them all. He had managed\n to climb higher than anyone else and he lay with his arms stretched", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene", "At fifteen thousand feet, Terrence reported only that they were\n climbing.", "any signs of the others. Six hundred thousand feet, Bruce! We feel our\n destiny. We conquer the Solar System. And we'll go out and out, and", "They'd estimated its height at over 45,000 feet, which was a lot higher\n than any mountain on Earth. Yet Mars was much older, geologically. The", "She waved her arm slowly to describe a peak. \"The Martians made the\n mountain real. So real that it could be seen from space, measured by", "die. He had to stay awake enough to put a little energy back into\n himself. Of course, if he died and lost the dreams, there would be one\n compensation—he would also be free of Terrence and the rest of them", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "the mountain in the bleak cold of the Martian morning. He watched them\n disappear behind a high ledge, tied together with plastic rope like\n convicts." ], [ "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "\"Look here, Bruce. I wondered how long it would take to get it through\n that thick poetic head of yours!\"", "Bruce listened and noted and took sedatives and opened cans of food\n concentrates. He smoked and ate and slept. He had plenty of time. He\n had only time and the dreams which he knew he could utilize later to\n take care of the time.", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "Bruce felt the old weakness coming into his knees, the sweat beginning\n to run down his face. He took a deep breath and stood there before the\n cold nihilistic stares of fourteen eyes.", "Once in a while Terrence demanded that Bruce say something to prove he\n was still there taking down what Terrence said. Bruce obliged. A long", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene", "Bruce felt an odd tingling in his stomach. The wind's voice seemed to\n sharpen and rise to a kind of wail.", "\"I didn't\nknow\nthat, but I didn't\nthink\nwe ever would again.\"\n\n\n \"We wouldn't want to anyway, would we, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "Bruce figured the others might still be climbing somewhere, or maybe\n they were dead. Either way it wouldn't make any difference to him. He\n knew they would never come back down.", "\"Is that all, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"That's about all. Except that I'd like to kill all of you. And I would\n if I had the chance.\"", "Bruce bent toward the radio. Outside the shelter, the wind whistled\n softly at the door.\n\n\n \"Marsha,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Bruce—\"", "\"Once,\" Bruce said. \"She might have been sane. They got her when she\n was young. Too young to fight. But she would have, I think, if she'd\n been older when they got her.\"", "Bruce lifted Marsha and carried her back over the rocky dust, into the\n fresh fragrance of the high grass, and across it to the shade and peace\n beside the canal.", "\"'Oh that my young life were a lasting dream, my spirit not awakening\n till the beam of an eternity should bring the 'morrow,\" Bruce said. He\n smiled without feeling much of anything and added, \"Thanks, Mr. Poe.\"" ], [ "\"We've seen no indication of any kind of life whatsoever,\" Bruce\n pointed out. \"Not even an insect, or any kind of plant life except some", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "\"Not afraid,\" Bruce objected. \"I don't see any need to climb it. Coming\n to Mars, conquering space, isn't that enough? It happens that the crew", "had seemed to Bruce as though it were pointing an accusing finger at\n Earth—or a warning one.\nWith Jacobs and Anhauser and the remainder of the crew of the ship,\nMars V", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"Anyway, I got off the track. As I was saying,\n I woke up from this dream and Marsha and Doran were there. Doran was", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"", "And some time later: \"Bruce, Marsha's dying! We don't know what's the", "didn't seem to belong here. He'd thought so when they'd first hit Mars\n eight months back and discovered the other four rockets that had never", "\"Doran's charts show high suggestibility under stress. Another weak\n personality eliminated. Let's regard it that way. He\nimagined\nhe saw\n something.\" He glanced at Marsha. \"Did\nyou\nsee anything?\"", "any signs of the others. Six hundred thousand feet, Bruce! We feel our\n destiny. We conquer the Solar System. And we'll go out and out, and", "Bruce bent toward the radio. Outside the shelter, the wind whistled\n softly at the door.\n\n\n \"Marsha,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Bruce—\"", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "into space, killing, destroying for no other reason than their own\n sickness. Being masters of the mind, the Martians are also capable\n of hypnosis—no, that's not really the word, only the closest our", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "a darn long time, longer than we could estimate now. They learned\n the horror we're capable of from the first ship—the Conquerors,\n the climbers. The Martians knew more like them would come and go on", "challenge of coming to Mars, of going on to where ever you guys intend\n going before something bigger than you are stops you—it doesn't\n interest me.\"", "They'd estimated its height at over 45,000 feet, which was a lot higher\n than any mountain on Earth. Yet Mars was much older, geologically. The", "\"Any idea that there was any democracy or freedom left died on Venus,\"\n Bruce said." ] ]

[ "Why did Nob believe Drak would make a good general?", "Why is Thrang arrested, and what happens to him?", "Why did General Drak decide to attack the city of Kys?", "What was Nob's position, and why was he selected for it?", "Why was the Chief of Security worried about the spy situation on Mala?", "Why was General Drak confused about the message from Allani?", "Why does Jusa dislike her position as Empress?", "According to Nob, what function does propaganda play in war?" ]

[ [ "His experience managing a hardware store qualified him for the position.", "He had previously held a position with the Supreme Command.", "He felt Drak's style and appearance reminded him of a general.", "He liked that Drak had never heard of a general before." ], [ "The Secret Policeman informs Thrang he is asserting his power to randomly arrest people without cause. Thrang is taken away and killed.", "He has incited the zipper salesman to betray his country by becoming a spy, so the Secret Police escort him away to his martyrdom.", "The Secret Policeman arrests Thrang using his arbitrary police powers. The Storm Troopers take Thrang to prison.", "The Secret Police and Storm Troopers arrest Thrang for reporting the spy, and they take him away and kill him." ], [ "One of his hardware store employees tells him there is a resident there that refuses to pay off his debt to the store.", "He flips a coin, and the heads-up represents attacking Kys.", "He decides completely randomly.", "He pushed a button, which indicated for him which city to destroy." ], [ "He was Prime Minister of the Dictatorship--a position he was selected for because he looked wicked.", "He was the Power Behind the Throne--a position he had been selected for due to his ability to placate royalty.", "He was Prime Minister of the Dictatorship--a position he was selected for due to his close proximity to the Empress.", "He was the Power Behind the Throne--a position he was selected for thanks to his close friendship with General Drak." ], [ "There were no spies for him to monitor, and spies were essential in keeping the war machine going.", "His department was losing morale because of their inability to apprehend spies.", "He was concerned about the zipper salesman and his ability to supply data for enemy propaganda.", "There were too many spies for his inexperienced department to handle." ], [ "He could not determine if the message had been sent from his enemies or allies.", "He could not properly translate the message because he had failed to learn the code.", "The message was contradicted by what he had read in Smogget's \"Leadership.\"", "The code the messenger had used was incorrect." ], [ "Because she is not able to keep the pearls that Nob brings her.", "She is young and inexperienced and feels ill-qualified to take on such a challenging role.", "She didn't appreciate the contradictions she was asked to embody, and she felt her position had cost her friends.", "She didn't dislike it necessarily. She both hated it and loved it because representing the people was a complex position to be in." ], [ "It promotes the authority of the dictatorship.", "It creates a further division between the warring parties.", "It provides people with very important facts, which they can then use to make the right decision.", "Propaganda unites people against a specific evil." ] ]

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[ [ "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other\n qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"Rely on instinct,\" Nob answered, yawning. \"That's what I do.\"\n\n\n Flattered by the importance of her task, she set to work with a will.", "In his uniform, Drak looked every inch a general; as a matter of fact,\n he looked like several generals, for his cap came from the Earth-Mars", "\"Not under the circumstances,\" Nob answered.\n\n\n Two soldiers, standing guard in the General's quarters, listened\n interestedly.\n\n\n \"Think he'll get it?\" one asked.", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "\"But damn it all,\" General Drak shouted, \"I must have it! I am the\n Supreme Commander, the General of All the Armies of the Dictatorship!\n Doesn't that mean anything?\"", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "\"Let me see....\" General Drak examined a wall map upon which the\n important enemy cities were circled in red. There were Alis and Dryn,", "The next morning, Nob's orders went out by all means of communication.\n The results were gratifyingly swift, since the people of the\n dictatorship were completely behind the war and dutifully loved and", "\"I really will try,\" promised the Empress. \"I'll learn, Nob. You'll be\n proud of me yet.\"", "\"Much better.\" Drak walked to the window and saw, in the distance, a\n mass of ascending black smoke.", "\"That's better,\" Nob said. \"You're learning, Jusa, you really are. If\n you could just fluctuate your moods more consistently—\"", "Drak glared them into silence, then returned to the argument. \"Will\n you please attempt to understand my position?\" he said hoarsely. \"You" ], [ "\"Really now!\" said Thrang. \"That's no attitude to take. Come on, some\n of you must be harboring treasonous thoughts. Don't be ashamed of it.\n Remember, it takes all kinds to make a war.\"", "\"I just wanted to make sure,\" Thrang said, and started to walk off.", "doors as soon as they received Nob's order. The best-read among them, a\n salesman by the name of Thrang, was elected spokesman for the group.", "\"See that man?\" Thrang asked, pointing to the zipper salesman.\n\n\n \"You bet,\" the Secret Policeman said.", "\"Boys,\" said Thrang, \"I guess I don't have to tell you anything about\n the importance of this order. We all know what war is by now, don't we?\"\n\n\n \"We sure do!\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "\"That's the beauty of the Earth War,\" Thrang said. \"Stupendous yet\n delicate complications, completely interrelated. Leave out one\n seemingly unimportant detail and the whole structure collapses.\"", "\"That's the spirit,\" Thrang said. \"I know for a fact that others among\n you have done the same with sugar, canned goods, butter, meat and a", "\"Not a thing, as far as we know,\" said a Storm Trooper. \"Not a single\n solitary thing. That's why we're arresting you.\"", "\"That is for us to decide here and now,\" Thrang said. \"According to the\n Prime Minister, our dictatorship cannot boast a single act of espionage", "\"That's right,\" Thrang said. \"And I guess we've all felt the pinch\n since the war started. Eh, boys?\"", "\"You're under arrest,\" said the Secret Policeman.\n\n\n \"Why? What have I done?\"", "\"I rather thought it was,\" the zipper salesman said, pleased. \"Yes, I\n believe I can handle the job.\"\n\n\n \"Splendid!\" Thrang said.", "\"They serve a vital purpose,\" Thrang explained. \"All the books agree\n on this. Spies keep a country alert, on its toes, eternally vigilant.", "By then, the train had arrived at the station. The doors were unsealed,\n allowing the commuters to leave for their jobs. Thrang watched the", "experiences sold well. Among them was an account of daring sabotage by\n a former zipper salesman, and the dramatic story of the Martyrdom of\n Thrang.", "Little Herg, a zipper salesman from Xcoth, cleared his throat. \"I have\n a cousin who's Minister of War for the Allies.\"\n\n\n \"An excellent motive for subversion!\" Thrang cried.", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "\"Arbitrary police powers,\" the Secret Policeman explained. \"Suspension\n of search warrants and habeas corpus. Invasion of privacy. War, you", "\"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"You have been arbitrarily selected as Martyr,\" said the Secret\n Policeman." ], [ "\"Let me see....\" General Drak examined a wall map upon which the\n important enemy cities were circled in red. There were Alis and Dryn,", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"But damn it all,\" General Drak shouted, \"I must have it! I am the\n Supreme Commander, the General of All the Armies of the Dictatorship!\n Doesn't that mean anything?\"", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "Kys and Mos and Dlettre. Drak could think of no reason for leveling one\n more than another. After a moment's thought, he pushed a button on his\n desk.", "\"Sir,\" Drak reminded.\n\n\n \"Sir. The planes are fueled up and waiting. What shall we flatten next,\n huh, sir?\"", "But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other\n qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "In his uniform, Drak looked every inch a general; as a matter of fact,\n he looked like several generals, for his cap came from the Earth-Mars", "\"I don't know,\" Drak had confessed honestly. \"What is it and why do we\n need one?\"", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "\"At attention, you two,\" Drak said. \"You're supposed to be honor\n guards. Why can't you act like honor guards?\"\n\n\n \"We haven't got weapons,\" one of the soldiers pointed out.", "General Drak turned back to the reports on his desk, trying again to\n puzzle out what had happened at Allani. Repulsed Us? Us Repulsed? How\n should it read?", "\"Much better.\" Drak walked to the window and saw, in the distance, a\n mass of ascending black smoke.", "Drak glared them into silence, then returned to the argument. \"Will\n you please attempt to understand my position?\" he said hoarsely. \"You", "Drak started to rise, then reconsidered. Rules were rules.\n\n\n \"Hey, what?\" he demanded.", "\"Thanks, Ingif.\" Drak turned to the corporal. \"Go to it, soldier!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\"\n\n\n The corporal hurried out.", "Drak hated to be lectured, but he had to accept textbook truth when it\n was quoted at him.\n\n\n \"You may be right,\" he agreed. \"I'll try to get some back.\"", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"" ], [ "doors as soon as they received Nob's order. The best-read among them, a\n salesman by the name of Thrang, was elected spokesman for the group.", "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "The next morning, Nob's orders went out by all means of communication.\n The results were gratifyingly swift, since the people of the\n dictatorship were completely behind the war and dutifully loved and", "had recently been converted from a hardware store. He was engaged in a\n fiery argument over the telephone with Nob, the Empress's right-hand\n man.", "\"Rely on instinct,\" Nob answered, yawning. \"That's what I do.\"\n\n\n Flattered by the importance of her task, she set to work with a will.", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "\"Not under the circumstances,\" Nob answered.\n\n\n Two soldiers, standing guard in the General's quarters, listened\n interestedly.\n\n\n \"Think he'll get it?\" one asked.", "\"You take care of it.\"\n\n\n \"Now, now,\" Nob chided. \"Mustn't shirk your duty.\"", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"", "The car had been ordered to protect him against assassins, who,\n according to the Earth books, aimed a good deal of their plots at\n Prime Ministers. Nob could see no reason for this, since if he weren't", "\"Here, Majesty,\" Nob said, handing over the package. \"It strained the\n exchequer, buying them for you. The Minister of the Treasury threatened", "possible. Whenever a problem came up, Nob thought: how would they solve\n it on Earth? Then he would do the same, or as near the same as possible.", "\"Fine, fine,\" Nob said, and bowed his way out of the room.", "\"I'm sorry,\" Nob said. \"Extremely sorry. Personally, I sympathize with\n you. But the\nBook of Terran Rank Equivalents", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other\n qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth", "But dealing with the Empress presented problems of a unique nature.\n Nob couldn't find a book entitled\nWays and Means of Placating\n Royalty\n. If such a book were obtainable, Nob would have paid any price\n for it." ], [ "or sabotage done to it since the beginning of the war. The Chief of\n Security is alarmed. It's his job to keep all spies under surveillance.", "\"I see,\" she said dubiously. \"Well, this other paper is from General\n Heglm of Security. He asks what you are doing about the spy situation.\n He says it's very serious.\"", "\"Look,\" Beliakoff said patiently, \"you know that Mala is a\n semi-restricted planet. Limited trading is allowed under control\n conditions. No articles are allowed on the planet except those on the\n approved list.\"", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "\"You gave the\nwarfare books\nto the people on Mala?\"\n\"You mean I shouldn't have? Why not? What's wrong with Mala?\"", "He went to bed that night with the feeling of a job well done. And\n before he fell asleep, he figured out exactly what he would do about\n the spy situation.", "\"They serve a vital purpose,\" Thrang explained. \"All the books agree\n on this. Spies keep a country alert, on its toes, eternally vigilant.", "\"I was afraid it would sour anyhow,\" Beliakoff said, with a worrier's\n knack for finding trouble. \"Mala is the slowest loading port this side", "The clothing-store owner nodded vehemently. \"If it's Earthly, it's good\n enough for me. So what can we do about this spy situation?\"", "\"Not at all. Mala is a mirror culture. They consider Earth and its ways\n to be absolute perfection. They copy everything of Earth's they can\n find.\"", "Mala was a tiny blue and brown sphere, suddenly growing larger in their\n screens.\n\n\n Their radio blared on the emergency channel.", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"That,\" Beliakoff said, his voice filled with righteousness, \"simply\n cannot be helped. We must return at once to Mala!\"", "\"He's a spy! A dirty spy! Quick, after him!\"\n\n\n \"He's being watched,\" said the Secret Policeman laconically.", "\"Please don't try,\" Beliakoff begged, shuddering. \"I knew we should\n have waited for Kyne's replacement at Mala.\"", "\"I still think you're making too much of a fuss about it,\" Kelly\n said. \"All right, I gave them a lot of books on warfare and political\n organization. So what? What in blazes can they do with them?\"", "\"Poor devil, Kyne,\" Beliakoff sighed.\n\n\n \"A paranoid,\" Kelly diagnosed. \"Did he ever tell you about the plot to\n keep him out of the Luna Military Academy?\"", "\"That is for us to decide here and now,\" Thrang said. \"According to the\n Prime Minister, our dictatorship cannot boast a single act of espionage", "\"Those Terrans!\" Draxil said, shaking his head in admiration.\n\n\n \"Now to work. Boys, I'm calling for volunteers. Who'll be a spy?\"", "\"Enough! We'll straighten out Mala.\" There was more hope than\n conviction in Kelly's voice. \"Thar she lies, off to starboard.\"" ], [ "General Drak turned back to the reports on his desk, trying again to\n puzzle out what had happened at Allani. Repulsed Us? Us Repulsed? How\n should it read?", "In front of him now was a report from the Allani Battle Front. He\n wasn't sure what it said, since it was coded and he had neglected to", "\"But damn it all,\" General Drak shouted, \"I must have it! I am the\n Supreme Commander, the General of All the Armies of the Dictatorship!\n Doesn't that mean anything?\"", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"Let me see....\" General Drak examined a wall map upon which the\n important enemy cities were circled in red. There were Alis and Dryn,", "\"I don't know,\" Drak had confessed honestly. \"What is it and why do we\n need one?\"", "In his uniform, Drak looked every inch a general; as a matter of fact,\n he looked like several generals, for his cap came from the Earth-Mars", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "\"All right!\" Drak furiously slammed down the telephone.\n\n\n The two soldiers exchanged winks.", "\"I see,\" she said dubiously. \"Well, this other paper is from General\n Heglm of Security. He asks what you are doing about the spy situation.\n He says it's very serious.\"", "Drak glared them into silence, then returned to the argument. \"Will\n you please attempt to understand my position?\" he said hoarsely. \"You", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "\"Sir,\" Drak reminded.\n\n\n \"Sir. The planes are fueled up and waiting. What shall we flatten next,\n huh, sir?\"", "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "Kys and Mos and Dlettre. Drak could think of no reason for leveling one\n more than another. After a moment's thought, he pushed a button on his\n desk.", "Drak started to rise, then reconsidered. Rules were rules.\n\n\n \"Hey, what?\" he demanded.", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other\n qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth", "\"Thanks, Ingif.\" Drak turned to the corporal. \"Go to it, soldier!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\"\n\n\n The corporal hurried out.", "\"Not under the circumstances,\" Nob answered.\n\n\n Two soldiers, standing guard in the General's quarters, listened\n interestedly.\n\n\n \"Think he'll get it?\" one asked." ], [ "\"I didn't think so,\" Jusa said sadly. She had been just another Malan\n girl, but had been chosen as Empress on the basis of her looks, which", "Jusa was a girl of considerable intelligence and she wanted to be as\n Earthly as the next. But the contradictions in her role baffled her.", "him. The Empress Jusa's aim was improving.\n\"Nob, you dirty swine!\" the Empress shrieked.", "She was quite a young Empress and she had the feeling of being in\n beyond her depth. The problems of the war and of royalty had completely\n ended her social life.", "But an Empress should also be cold, calculating, cruel, as well as\n gracious, headstrong and generous to a fault. She should care nothing", "\"I explained! As Empress, you must be flighty, must possess a whim of\n iron, must have no regard for anyone else's feelings, must lust for\n expensive baubles.\"", "Jusa stood for a few moments in thought, then picked up a vase and\n shattered it on the floor. She made a mental note to order several\n dozen more.", "\"Of course.\" Jusa opened the package and looked at the lustrous gems.\n \"Can I keep them?\" she asked, in a very small voice.\n\n\n \"Of course not.\"", "hated their Empress, in whose name the order was signed.", "\"All right,\" Jusa said.\n\n\n \"All right, what?\"\n\n\n \"All right, swine.\"", "\"That's better,\" Nob said. \"You're learning, Jusa, you really are. If\n you could just fluctuate your moods more consistently—\"", "were heartbreakingly lovely. It was axiomatic that an Empress should be\n heartbreakingly lovely. The Malans had seen enough Earth films to know\n that.", "But dealing with the Empress presented problems of a unique nature.\n Nob couldn't find a book entitled\nWays and Means of Placating\n Royalty\n. If such a book were obtainable, Nob would have paid any price\n for it.", "\"I really will try,\" promised the Empress. \"I'll learn, Nob. You'll be\n proud of me yet.\"", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "She resented it; any girl would.\nNob, meanwhile, left the palace and went home in his armored car.", "for her people, while, simultaneously, all she cared for was the\n people. She should act in a manner calculated to make her subjects love\n her in spite of and because of herself.", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"But why did I have to insist upon the pearls in the first place?\" Jusa\n asked.", "\"It just isn't fair,\" complained his wife. She was a plump, pleasant\n little person and she worried continually about her husband's health.\n \"They shouldn't make you work so hard.\"" ], [ "Nob glanced at the paper. \"Oh, propaganda. That means giving the people\n the facts, whether true or false. It's very important in any war.\"\n\n\n \"I don't see why.\"", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"", "\"It's obvious. To have a genuine Earth-style war, you need ideological\n differences. That's why we chose a dictatorship and the other continent\n chose a democracy. The job of propaganda is to keep us different.\"", "The next morning, Nob's orders went out by all means of communication.\n The results were gratifyingly swift, since the people of the\n dictatorship were completely behind the war and dutifully loved and", "\"They serve a vital purpose,\" Thrang explained. \"All the books agree\n on this. Spies keep a country alert, on its toes, eternally vigilant.", "War, the Malans agreed, was certainly one of the cleverest of Earth\n institutions and as educational as it was entertaining.", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "\"Boys,\" said Thrang, \"I guess I don't have to tell you anything about\n the importance of this order. We all know what war is by now, don't we?\"\n\n\n \"We sure do!\"", "\"Rely on instinct,\" Nob answered, yawning. \"That's what I do.\"\n\n\n Flattered by the importance of her task, she set to work with a will.", "War eliminated a thousand old institutions and unburdened the people of\n the heavy hand of tradition. War demonstrated clearly that everything", "\"Really now!\" said Thrang. \"That's no attitude to take. Come on, some\n of you must be harboring treasonous thoughts. Don't be ashamed of it.\n Remember, it takes all kinds to make a war.\"", "Among the proletariat, the prevailing opinion was voiced by Zun, who\n was quoted as saying at a war plant party, \"Well, there ain't nothin'", "\"Not under the circumstances,\" Nob answered.\n\n\n Two soldiers, standing guard in the General's quarters, listened\n interestedly.\n\n\n \"Think he'll get it?\" one asked.", "\"It's never enough! In time of war, Earth people give till it\n hurts—then give some more! They know that no sacrifice is too much,\n that nothing counts but the proper prosecution of the war.\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "doors as soon as they received Nob's order. The best-read among them, a\n salesman by the name of Thrang, was elected spokesman for the group.", "\"That's the beauty of the Earth War,\" Thrang said. \"Stupendous yet\n delicate complications, completely interrelated. Leave out one\n seemingly unimportant detail and the whole structure collapses.\"" ] ]

[ "What was Jim's ultimate suspicion about Gravgak?", "How did Campbell get his nickname \"Split\"?", "How did Jim learn the Benzendella language?", "Why were the trees moving along the surface of the planet towards the group of natives?", "Who or what is the \"serpent river\" that Jim and Split have come to investigate?", "Why did Tomboldo's party suddenly shout, \"See-o-see-o-see-o!\"?", "Why did Jim warn himself against falling in love with Vauna?", "What was unique about the Benzendella's physical features?", "What was unique about Jim's initial discovery on the planet compared to other planets he had visited?", "What was Jim and Split's ultimate goal for their work with EGGWE?" ]

[ [ "He had put Jim into a coma on purpose.", "He wanted to replace Tomboldo as leader of the Benzendellas.", "He was a traitor to the Benzendellas.", "He was in love with Vauna." ], [ "Jim gave him the name because his hair had split-ends.", "Jim gave him the name because he always parted his hair the same way.", "Jim gave him the name because of his obsessive attention to detail.", "Jim gave him the name because of his ability to alternate between intense calm and extreme panic." ], [ "Tomboldo had translated \"Trail of Stars\" into their native tongue, and Jim had learned by listening to that repeatedly.", "Vauna had read to him from their native literature during his period drifting in and out of consciousness.", "Split had played recordings of the Benzendellas speaking while Jim drifted in and out of consciousness.", "Vauna had spoken to him during his state of semi-consciousness, and he had mastered the language that way." ], [ "The trees drifted along with the ever-moving sand of the planet's surface.", "They were a group of native sponge trees feeding on the surface of the planet.", "The trees were guided by the mysterious serpent river that flowed along the planet's surface.", "They were a hostile group in disguise slowly advancing an attack on the Benzendellas. " ], [ "A river known as Kao-Wagwattl that flows over the surface of the planet.", "A giant serpent named Kao-Wagwattl the hostile savages use to attack the Benzendellas. ", "A kind of protective mode of transportation the Benzendellas use to navigate their planet. ", "A large snake called Kao-Wagwattl the Benzendellas worship." ], [ "This was the phrase they used to summon Kao-Wagwattl, the creature they called \"the rope of life.\"", "They were mimicking the sound of the siren of Jim and Split's ship, which had effectively warded off the hostile savages earlier.", "This was a common chant of the Benzendellas as part of their sunset ritual.", "This was the sound of warning they made whenever a hostile group attempted to attack their people." ], [ "It directly contradicted orders of the Earth-Galaxy Good Will Expeditions.", "She was Tomboldo's daughter, and he feared his reprisal.", "She was Gravgak's lover, and he did not want to be killed by him.", "He did not yet know if he could trust the Benzendellas." ], [ "Their arms and legs were painted with green and black diamond designs.", "They looked like trees.", "They lacked any facial hair.", "They were completely bald. " ], [ "The human-like creatures worshipped a large, snake-like animal they called Kao-Wagwattl.", "The man-like animal wore clothes and walked on all fours.", "The creatures looked more like humans than on any other planet.", "The man-like animal was entirely naked." ], [ "To make friendly contact with native species on alien planets in order to establish trade relations.", "To spread the goodwill of planet Earth to planets across the galaxy.", "To defeat the hostile group that was attempting to decimate the Benzendella people.", "To study the \"serpent river\" known as Kao-Wagwattl." ] ]

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[ [ "\"You get well?\" Gravgak said to me. His eyes drilled me closely.\n\n\n \"I get well,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The blow on the head,\" he said, \"was not meant.\"", "(I will always wonder what might have happened if he hadn't called\n them! Was my distrust of Gravgak justified? Had I become merely a", "Gravgak's piercing eyes caused me to notice him. Suspicious eyes? I did\n not know these people's expressions well enough to be sure.", "From the way those in the room looked, I knew this must be a dramatic\n moment. It was as if she had acknowledged Gravgak as her master—or her\n lover. He had called for her. She had followed.", "But the operation was not a complete success. We had suffered a serious\n casualty. The guard Gravgak. He had rushed out too far, and the first", "She started. I reached and barely touched her hand. She stopped. \"I\n will talk with you later, Gravgak.\"\n\n\n \"Now!\" he shouted. \"Alone.\"", "a cry of joy from the crowd. I heard a little of it—and then blacked\n out. For as the muscular Gravgak moved, his fingers closed over the", "Gravgak was a guard, tall and muscular, whose arms and legs were\n painted with green and black diamond designs.", "Gravgak was our guard, but he didn't work at it. He was too anxious to\n hear all the talk. In the excitement of our meeting, everyone ignored", "Our muscular guard, Gravgak was too bold. He had picked up one of their\n clubs and he ran toward their advance, and to all of Tomboldo's party", "But her old father was still the master. He stepped toward the door.\n \"Vauna!... Gravgak!... Come back.\"", "Vauna reappeared at once. I believe she was glad that she had been\n called back.\n\n\n Gravgak came sullenly. At the edge of the crowd in the arched doorway\n he stood scowling.", "breathy sound that was uttered. I was able to remember four or five of\n them. One was Gravgak.", "He stalked off. A moment later Vauna, after exchanging a word with her\n father, excused herself from the crowd and followed Gravgak.", "Tomboldo depended upon the guard Gravgak to make sure that the way was\n safe. Gravgak was supposed to keep an eye on the line of floating trees", "the growing darkness, the lurking dangers. Gravgak confronted us with\n agitated jabbering:", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "figure of the new group was the big muscular guard of the black and\n green diamond markings—Gravgak.", "I gazed, and my lungs filled with the breath of wonderment. A man!\n Across millions of miles of space—a man, like the men of the Earth." ], [ "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "\"Jim, can we shoot?\"\n\n\n \"Hit number sixteen, Campbell.\"\n\n\n Split touched the number sixteen signal.", "Split Campbell gave me a look as if to say, Sir, you don't even know\n what sort of animal he is, actually, much less whether he's friendly or\n murderous.", "\"S-s-sh!\" The low hush of Split Campbell's voice would somehow\n penetrate my dream.\n\n\n The voices about me were soft. My dreams echoed the soft female voices\n of this new, strange language.", "innocent as a flock of sitting ducks. Split Campbell's voice was edged\n with alarm. \"Captain! Those worshippers—how can we warn them? Oh-oh!\n Too late. Look!\"", "Split answered me with an enthusiastic, \"By gollies, sir!\" Then, with\n restraint, \"It's precisely what I expected from the photographs, sir.\n Any orders, sir?\"", "\"Get ready to go out and meet him, Campbell,\" I said. \"He's a friend.\"", "Split said sharply, \"Those trees are marching! They're an army under\n cover. Look!\"", "\"What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?\"\n\n\n \"No sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about it? Any comments?\"", "Wild disorder suddenly struck the audience. Campbell and I believed we\n were about to witness a massacre.\n\n\n \"Captain—\nJim\n! You're not going to let this happen!\"", "I must have talked aloud much during those feverish hours of darkness.\n\n\n \"Campbell!\" I would call out of a nightmare. \"Campbell, we're about to\n land. Is everything set? Check the instruments again, Campbell.\"", "\"There are some things I can sense on first sight, Campbell. Take my\n word for it, he's a friend.\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say anything, sir.\"", "\"Tomboldo,\" he said, pointing to himself.\n\n\n Split and I tried to imitate his breathy accents as we repeated aloud,\n \"Tomboldo.\"", "attack. Deep within my subconscious the image of her beautiful face and\n figure had lingered. I murmured a single word of answer to Campbell's\n question. \"Myself.\"", "\"Here Campbell, take a look at the 'rope'.\"\n\n\n \"Before I finish the reports, sir? If I recall our Code, Section Two,\n Order of Duties upon Landing: A—\"", "\"Ready for that hike, Campbell? Give me my equipment coat.\" I got\n into it. I looked back to the telescope. The tall man of the party", "After a silence that may have lasted for hours or days, I said,\n \"Campbell, you haven't forgot the EGGWE Code?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Section Four?\"", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "Split and I exchanged glances. He touched his hand to the equipment\n jacket, to remind me we were armed with something more miraculous than\n a yowling siren." ], [ "river\n.\" I resorted to my own language for the last two words, not\n knowing the Benzendella equivalent.\nI\nmade an eel-like motion", "faintly visible in the pink light that filtered through from some\n corridor. She would whisper melodious Benzendella words and tell me to\n go back to sleep, and I would drift into the darkness of my endless", "with my arm. But they didn't understand. And before I could explain,\n the footsteps of other Benzendellas approached, and presently I looked\n around to see that quite an audience had gathered. The most prominent", "\"Are you quite awake?\" Vauna would ask me in her musical Benzendella\n words. \"You speak better today. Your friend Campbell has brought you", "It gave me a weird sensation to awaken in the night, trying to adjust\n myself to my surroundings. The Benzendellas were sleep-singers. By\n night they murmured mysterious little songs through their sleep.\n Strange harmonies whispered through the caves.", "In the hours that followed, I came to know the soft footsteps of Vauna.\n The caverns in which she and her father and all these Benzendella", "\"I have learned to talk,\" I said.\n\n\n \"You have had a long sleep.\"", "meeting. Here they were in their native ritual of sunset, not knowing\n that people from another world watched. The tall leader must be making\n a speech. They sat around him in little huddles. He moved his arms in", "more recordings of our language, so you can learn to speak more. My\n father is eager to talk with you. But you must sleep more. You are\n still weak.\"", "\"We will have much to talk about. Your friend has pointed to the stars\n and told me a strange story of your coming. We have walked around the", "\"Section Four,\" he repeated in a low voice, as if to pacify me and put\n me to sleep. \"Conduct of EGGWE agents toward native inhabitants: A, No\n agent shall enter into any diplomatic agreement that shall be construed\n as binding—\"", "\"S-s-sh!\" The low hush of Split Campbell's voice would somehow\n penetrate my dream.\n\n\n The voices about me were soft. My dreams echoed the soft female voices\n of this new, strange language.", "I gazed, and my lungs filled with the breath of wonderment. A man!\n Across millions of miles of space—a man, like the men of the Earth.", "\"You get well?\" Gravgak said to me. His eyes drilled me closely.\n\n\n \"I get well,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The blow on the head,\" he said, \"was not meant.\"", "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "Then the siren went off.\n\n\n The leader stood before me, apparently unafraid. He seemed to be\n waiting for me to explain my presence. His group of twelve gathered in\n close.", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "\"We will wait a few days,\" Tomboldo went on, \"until our new friend—\"\n he pointed to me—\"is well enough to travel. We would never leave him", "\"Tomboldo,\" he said, pointing to himself.\n\n\n Split and I tried to imitate his breathy accents as we repeated aloud,\n \"Tomboldo.\"", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had" ], [ "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "planets—\"sponge-trees\"—which possessed a sort of muscular quality. If\n these were similar, they were no doubt feeding along the surface of the\n slope below the rocky plateau. The people in the clearing beyond paid", "\"They're spellbound,\" I said. \"They're used to sponge-trees. Didn't you\n ever see moving trees?\"", "Our peaceful march turned into a spasm of terror. The sponge-trees\n came rushing up the slope, as if borne by a sudden gust of wind. They\n bounced over our path, and the war party spilled out of them.", "Split said sharply, \"Those trees are marching! They're an army under\n cover. Look!\"", "I forgot about the moving trees, then, and took over the telescope.\n Mobile trees were not new to me. I had seen similar vegetation on other", "They must have seen the sponge-trees again moving toward our path.\n \"\nSee—o—see—o!\n\"", "I saw, then. The whole line of advancing vegetation was camouflage for\n a sneak attack. And all those natives sitting around in meeting were as", "\"The crowd is growing. We've certainly landed on top of a city.\" He\n gazed. \"They're coming from underground.\"\n\n\n Looking through the telescope, obviously he didn't catch the view of\n the moving trees.", "meeting. Here they were in their native ritual of sunset, not knowing\n that people from another world watched. The tall leader must be making\n a speech. They sat around him in little huddles. He moved his arms in", "The long shadows that I had not noticed through the telescope were a\n prominent part of the picture I saw through the ship's window when I\n looked out across the scene with the naked eye. The shadows were moving.", "All at once the advancing sponge-trees were tossed back over the heads\n of the savage band concealed within. They were warriors—fifty or more", "attackers ran for the sponge-trees. The rootless jungle came to life.\n It jerked and jumped spasmodically down the slope. And our siren kept\n right on singing.", "It shone, eighteen or twenty miles away, in the light of the late\n afternoon sun. It was a long silvery serpent-like\nsomething\nthat\n crawled slowly over the planet's surface.", "\"Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from\n under its belly?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden.\"", "Tomboldo depended upon the guard Gravgak to make sure that the way was\n safe. Gravgak was supposed to keep an eye on the line of floating trees", "\"They seem to be coming out of the ground,\" Split said. \"I see no signs\n of habitation, but apparently we've landed on top of an underground\n city—though I hasten to add that this is only an hypothesis.\"", "If you have explored the weird life of many a planet, as I have, you\n can appreciate the deep sense of excitement that comes over me when,\n looking out at a new world for the first time, I see a man-like animal.", "We saw the naked warriors run out in a wide circle. They spun and\n weaved, they twirled their deadly clubs, they danced grotesquely. They\n were closing in. Closer and closer. It was all their party.", "\"Where do they come from?\" Split had paused in the act of checking\n equipment to take his turn at the telescope. If he had not done so, I\n might not have made a discovery. The landscape was\nmoving\n." ], [ "understand the Serpent River—would be forwarded greatly if we could\n learn, through the people, what its meanings were. To analyze the\n river's substance, estimate its rate, its weight, its temperature, and", "\"I hope so,\" I said. \"Campbell and I came to learn about the\nserpent\n river", "THE SERPENT RIVER\nBy Don Wilcox\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Other Worlds May 1957.", "Split said sharply, \"Those trees are marching! They're an army under\n cover. Look!\"", "\"Jim, can we shoot?\"\n\n\n \"Hit number sixteen, Campbell.\"\n\n\n Split touched the number sixteen signal.", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "river\n.\" I resorted to my own language for the last two words, not\n knowing the Benzendella equivalent.\nI\nmade an eel-like motion", "for centuries. Moving like a sluggish snake. It followed a deep-worn\n path between the nearer hills and the high jagged mountains on the\n horizon.\nWhat was it?", "\"What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?\"\n\n\n \"No sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about it? Any comments?\"", "\"They'd better break it up!\" Split said suddenly. \"The jungles are\n moving in on them.\"", "We had intentionally landed at what we guessed would be a safe distance\n from the rope. If it were a living thing, like a serpent, we preferred", "The late evening sunshine gave us a clear view of our two \"friends\".\n They were fully a mile away. Split was certain they had not seen our", "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "Split answered me with an enthusiastic, \"By gollies, sir!\" Then, with\n restraint, \"It's precisely what I expected from the photographs, sir.\n Any orders, sir?\"", "\"They seem to be coming out of the ground,\" Split said. \"I see no signs\n of habitation, but apparently we've landed on top of an underground\n city—though I hasten to add that this is only an hypothesis.\"", "\"You haven't noticed the trees?\"\n\n\n \"The females are quite attractive,\" said Split.", "It shone, eighteen or twenty miles away, in the light of the late\n afternoon sun. It was a long silvery serpent-like\nsomething\nthat\n crawled slowly over the planet's surface.", "Split and I exchanged glances. He touched his hand to the equipment\n jacket, to remind me we were armed with something more miraculous than\n a yowling siren.", "innocent as a flock of sitting ducks. Split Campbell's voice was edged\n with alarm. \"Captain! Those worshippers—how can we warn them? Oh-oh!\n Too late. Look!\"" ], [ "\"See—o—see—o—see—o!\" Others of Tomboldo's party echoed the demand.", "\"See—o—see—o—see—o,\" one of the others echoed.", "\"Tomboldo,\" he said, pointing to himself.\n\n\n Split and I tried to imitate his breathy accents as we repeated aloud,\n \"Tomboldo.\"", "blast of fire and rock had knocked him down. Now Tomboldo and others of\n the party hovered over him.", "\"Wollo—yeeta—vo—vandartch—vandartch! Grr—see—o—see—o—see—o!\"", "\"While we are together,\" old Tomboldo said quietly, looking around at\n the assemblage, \"I must tell you the decision of the council. Soon we\n will move back to the other part of the world.\"", "They must have seen the sponge-trees again moving toward our path.\n \"\nSee—o—see—o!\n\"", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "Split said sharply, \"Those trees are marching! They're an army under\n cover. Look!\"", "ship. He has told me how it rides through the sky. I can hardly make\n myself believe.\" Tomboldo's eyes cast upward under the strong ridge of", "You could tell when the sound struck them. The circle of savage ones\n suddenly fell apart. The dancing broke into the wildest contortions you", "wholesale slaughter. But as long as we could make the \"see—o—see—o\"\n we were all safe.", "Our peaceful march turned into a spasm of terror. The sponge-trees\n came rushing up the slope, as if borne by a sudden gust of wind. They\n bounced over our path, and the war party spilled out of them.", "We saw the naked warriors run out in a wide circle. They spun and\n weaved, they twirled their deadly clubs, they danced grotesquely. They\n were closing in. Closer and closer. It was all their party.", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "ever saw. As if they'd been spanked by a wave of electricity. The siren\n scream must have sounded like an animal cry from an unknown world. The", "a cry of joy from the crowd. I heard a little of it—and then blacked\n out. For as the muscular Gravgak moved, his fingers closed over the", "told me that she did not believe. He saw her look, and his own eyes\n flashed darts of defiance. With an abrupt word to me, he wheeled and\n started off. \"Get well!\"", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "with my arm. But they didn't understand. And before I could explain,\n the footsteps of other Benzendellas approached, and presently I looked\n around to see that quite an audience had gathered. The most prominent" ], [ "At that moment my eyes opened a little. Swimming before my blurred\n vision was the face of Vauna. I did remember her—yes, she must have", "I went into instant darkness. Darkness, and a long, long silence.\n4.\n\n\n Vauna, the beautiful daughter of Tomboldo, came into my life during the\n weeks that I lay unconscious.", "I looked at him. Everyone was looking at him, and I knew this was meant\n to be an occasion of apology. But the light of fire in Vauna's eyes", "The crowd of men and women made way for him. But in the arched doorway\n he turned. \"Vauna. I am ready to speak to you alone.\"", "He picked it up. \"D, no agent shall enter into a marriage contract with\n any native.... H-m-m. You're not trying to warn me, are you, Captain\n Linden? Or are you warning\nyourself\n?\"", "And if I stirred restlessly, the footsteps of Vauna might come to me\n through the darkness. In her sleeping garments she would come to me,", "\"It's Vauna. She's smiling at you, Captain. Can't you see her?\"\n\n\n \"Is this the pretty one we saw through the telescope?\"\n\n\n \"One of them.\"", "But her old father was still the master. He stepped toward the door.\n \"Vauna!... Gravgak!... Come back.\"", "He stalked off. A moment later Vauna, after exchanging a word with her\n father, excused herself from the crowd and followed Gravgak.", "Vauna reappeared at once. I believe she was glad that she had been\n called back.\n\n\n Gravgak came sullenly. At the edge of the crowd in the arched doorway\n he stood scowling.", "haunted my dreams, for now my eyes burned in an effort to define her\n features more clearly. This was indeed Vauna, who had been one of the\n party of twelve, and had walked beside her father in the face of the", "The day came when I awakened to see both Vauna and her father standing\n before me. Stern old Tomboldo, with his chalk-smooth face and not a", "The eyes of Vauna, the daughter of Tomboldo. The sensitive stroke of\n Vauna's fingers, brushing my forehead, pressing my hand.", "\"Are you quite awake?\" Vauna would ask me in her musical Benzendella\n words. \"You speak better today. Your friend Campbell has brought you", "In the hours that followed, I came to know the soft footsteps of Vauna.\n The caverns in which she and her father and all these Benzendella", "attack. Deep within my subconscious the image of her beautiful face and\n figure had lingered. I murmured a single word of answer to Campbell's\n question. \"Myself.\"", "Sometimes I would hear Vauna and her attendant Omosla talking together.\n Often when Campbell would stop in this part of the cavern to inquire", "told me that she did not believe. He saw her look, and his own eyes\n flashed darts of defiance. With an abrupt word to me, he wheeled and\n started off. \"Get well!\"", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "\"Omosla is here too. She's Vauna's attendant. We're all looking after\n you, Captain Linden. Did you know I performed an operation to relieve" ], [ "It gave me a weird sensation to awaken in the night, trying to adjust\n myself to my surroundings. The Benzendellas were sleep-singers. By\n night they murmured mysterious little songs through their sleep.\n Strange harmonies whispered through the caves.", "faintly visible in the pink light that filtered through from some\n corridor. She would whisper melodious Benzendella words and tell me to\n go back to sleep, and I would drift into the darkness of my endless", "with my arm. But they didn't understand. And before I could explain,\n the footsteps of other Benzendellas approached, and presently I looked\n around to see that quite an audience had gathered. The most prominent", "In the hours that followed, I came to know the soft footsteps of Vauna.\n The caverns in which she and her father and all these Benzendella", "river\n.\" I resorted to my own language for the last two words, not\n knowing the Benzendella equivalent.\nI\nmade an eel-like motion", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "\"Are you quite awake?\" Vauna would ask me in her musical Benzendella\n words. \"You speak better today. Your friend Campbell has brought you", "The man's walk was unhurried. He moved thoughtfully, one might\n guess. His bare chest and legs showed him to be statuesque in mold,", "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "Split and I stood together, close enough to exchange comments against\n the siren's wail. Fine looking people, we observed. Smooth faces.", "Like the features of Earth men. These creatures could walk down\n any main street back home. With a bit of makeup they would pass.\n \"Notice, Captain, they have strange looking eyes.\" \"Very smooth.\"", "I studied the crowd of people. Only the leader wore the brilliant garb.\n The others were more scantily clothed. All were handsome of build. The", "Gravgak was a guard, tall and muscular, whose arms and legs were\n painted with green and black diamond designs.", "cleanly muscled, fine of bone. His skin was almost the color of the\n cream-colored robe which flowed from his back, whipping lightly in", "haunted my dreams, for now my eyes burned in an effort to define her\n features more clearly. This was indeed Vauna, who had been one of the\n party of twelve, and had walked beside her father in the face of the", "The day came when I awakened to see both Vauna and her father standing\n before me. Stern old Tomboldo, with his chalk-smooth face and not a", "told me that she did not believe. He saw her look, and his own eyes\n flashed darts of defiance. With an abrupt word to me, he wheeled and\n started off. \"Get well!\"", "the breeze. He wore a brilliant red sash about his middle, and this\n was matched by a red headdress that came down over his shoulders as a\n circular mantle.", "The girl stood several yards distant, watching him. This was some\n sort of ritual, no doubt. He was not concerned with her, but with the" ], [ "If you have explored the weird life of many a planet, as I have, you\n can appreciate the deep sense of excitement that comes over me when,\n looking out at a new world for the first time, I see a man-like animal.", "Six times before in my life of exploration I had gazed at new realms\n within the approachable parts of our universe, but never before had the\n living creatures borne such wonderful resemblance to the human life of\n our Earth.", "I gazed, and my lungs filled with the breath of wonderment. A man!\n Across millions of miles of space—a man, like the men of the Earth.", "planets—\"sponge-trees\"—which possessed a sort of muscular quality. If\n these were similar, they were no doubt feeding along the surface of the\n slope below the rocky plateau. The people in the clearing beyond paid", "of the universe. From these photos we knew (1) that man lived on this\n planet, a humanoid closely resembling the humans of the Earth; and", "Will Expeditions.) We were under the EGGWE Code. We were the first\n expedition to this planet, but we had come equipped with two important", "Like the features of Earth men. These creatures could walk down\n any main street back home. With a bit of makeup they would pass.\n \"Notice, Captain, they have strange looking eyes.\" \"Very smooth.\"", "It shone, eighteen or twenty miles away, in the light of the late\n afternoon sun. It was a long silvery serpent-like\nsomething\nthat\n crawled slowly over the planet's surface.", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "\"Where do they come from?\" Split had paused in the act of checking\n equipment to take his turn at the telescope. If he had not done so, I\n might not have made a discovery. The landscape was\nmoving\n.", "I forgot about the moving trees, then, and took over the telescope.\n Mobile trees were not new to me. I had seen similar vegetation on other", "\"They seem to be coming out of the ground,\" Split said. \"I see no signs\n of habitation, but apparently we've landed on top of an underground\n city—though I hasten to add that this is only an hypothesis.\"", "to map its course—these facts were only a part of the information we\n sought. The fuller story would be to learn how the inhabitants of this\n planet regarded it: whether they loved or shunned it, and what legends", "ship, and to this conclusion I was in agreement. They had apparently\n come up out of the barren rock hillside to view the sunset. I studied\n them through the telescope while Split checked over equipment for a", "\"We will have much to talk about. Your friend has pointed to the stars\n and told me a strange story of your coming. We have walked around the", "meeting. Here they were in their native ritual of sunset, not knowing\n that people from another world watched. The tall leader must be making\n a speech. They sat around him in little huddles. He moved his arms in", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "\"Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from\n under its belly?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden.\"", "The long shadows that I had not noticed through the telescope were a\n prominent part of the picture I saw through the ship's window when I\n looked out across the scene with the naked eye. The shadows were moving.", "forehead where the eyebrows should have been. He was evidently trying\n to visualize the flight of a space ship. \"We will have much to tell\n each other.\"" ], [ "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "After a silence that may have lasted for hours or days, I said,\n \"Campbell, you haven't forgot the EGGWE Code?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Section Four?\"", "\"Jim, can we shoot?\"\n\n\n \"Hit number sixteen, Campbell.\"\n\n\n Split touched the number sixteen signal.", "\"Section Four,\" he repeated in a low voice, as if to pacify me and put\n me to sleep. \"Conduct of EGGWE agents toward native inhabitants: A, No\n agent shall enter into any diplomatic agreement that shall be construed\n as binding—\"", "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "\"They'd better break it up!\" Split said suddenly. \"The jungles are\n moving in on them.\"", "Split answered me with an enthusiastic, \"By gollies, sir!\" Then, with\n restraint, \"It's precisely what I expected from the photographs, sir.\n Any orders, sir?\"", "Split said sharply, \"Those trees are marching! They're an army under\n cover. Look!\"", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "\"One's a male and the other's a female,\" I said.\n\n\n \"Another hypothesis,\" said Split.", "The late evening sunshine gave us a clear view of our two \"friends\".\n They were fully a mile away. Split was certain they had not seen our", "Will Expeditions.) We were under the EGGWE Code. We were the first\n expedition to this planet, but we had come equipped with two important", "Split and I exchanged glances. He touched his hand to the equipment\n jacket, to remind me we were armed with something more miraculous than\n a yowling siren.", "\"What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?\"\n\n\n \"No sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about it? Any comments?\"", "they may have woven around it. All this knowledge would be useful when\n future expeditions of men from the Earth followed us (through EGGWE)\n for an extension of peaceful trade relationships.", "gradually, gathering facts as we progressed. I could depend upon\n \"Split\" to record all observable phenomena with the accuracy of\n split-hairs.", "\"And meet both of them?\" Split was at the telescope.\n\n\n \"Both?\" I took the instrument from him. Both! \"Well!\"", "Our peaceful march turned into a spasm of terror. The sponge-trees\n came rushing up the slope, as if borne by a sudden gust of wind. They\n bounced over our path, and the war party spilled out of them.", "\"They seem to be coming out of the ground,\" Split said. \"I see no signs\n of habitation, but apparently we've landed on top of an underground\n city—though I hasten to add that this is only an hypothesis.\"", "\"You get well?\" Gravgak said to me. His eyes drilled me closely.\n\n\n \"I get well,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The blow on the head,\" he said, \"was not meant.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does Alcala believe future generations will appreciate John Drake?", "In what year does the story take place?", "What is the purpose of Alcala's research?", "What were the results of the initial plague?", "How did Alcala attempt to prove his theory about silicone to Camba?", "Why did Alcala presume he would have no future after the third plague?", "Why did the biochemical student believe the virus was not gone?", "What happened to Syndrome Johnny at the story's end?", "Why did the Bureau of Social Statistics finally start taking the Syndrome Johnny myth seriously?" ]

[ [ "His work with silicone pills would revolutionize the healthcare industry.", "John Drake was the real-life Johnny Syndrome, and people love to learn that a myth has turned out to be true.", "His work to form new strands of plague will ultimately fortify the human body.", "His father was Osborne Drake, a renowned chemist at Dow Corning whose bacterial experiments resulted in a cure for the plague." ], [ "1967", "2090", "2110", "1970" ], [ "To contribute to Johnny's plan to unleash the next plague upon the world.", "To test silicone nutrition in strengthening the human body.", "To discover a way to turn himself and others into silicon plastic.", "To learn more about the chemical absorption and accumulation of compounds like silicon and arsenic." ], [ "Half the world's population was decimated, wealth increased, and violence decreased.", "The Bureau of Social Statistics began a worldwide search for Johnny Syndrome.", "The emergence of the Hungry Lands coincided with declining birth rates.", "People developed a powerful immunity to all future diseases, illnesses, and plagues." ], [ "He tried to convince Camba that he was turning into plastic.", "He told Camba about the newfound sensitivity in his fingers, the shift in the weight of objects around him, and the change in how surfaces felt.", "He sliced and applied a flame to his finger to demonstrate his body's increased resilience after taking silicone pills.", "He told him about the changes he was experiencing with his coordination and sense of his own weight." ], [ "He knew that whatever Johnny had left in the box would kill him immediately.", "The new plague would completely cripple his and his family's ability to have any children in the future.", "He knew that his sickly daughter would not survive the plague, and he could not imagine life without his daughter.", "He knew that Camba would return and arrest him as soon as the third plague was unleashed." ], [ "He believed it had evolved into a parasite with a high affinity for the cells in the human body and there lay dormant until it would one day awaken.", "He believe Johnny Syndrome was somewhere in the world keeping the virus alive and waiting for his moment to strike again.", "He believed the current generation carried the plague without symptoms because they had already beaten it in the womb.", "The changes the virus had enacted upon the current generation were too subtle to detect and so had gone unnoticed." ], [ "He flew off in his helicopter and spread the third plague around the world.", "Alcala smashed his head in with a rock.", "Alcala killed him with his hand.", "Alcala allowed him to escape for the ultimate betterment of humankind." ], [ "They received a report with corroborating details so specific they could no longer be ignored.", "They received thumbprint data from the Bureau of Records that convinced Camba of Johnny Syndrome's existence.", "There were whispers about the threat of a third plague.", "Camba had received a report about Alcala's research in Peru, and he became suspicious." ] ]

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[ [ "Alcala tried to express it clearly. \"We are stronger. Potentially, we\n are tremendously stronger. But we of this generation are still weak", "\"No.\" Alcala knew that he was shaking hands with a man who would be\n thanked down all the successive generations of mankind. He noticed", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "to adapt to the previous steps, had become almost sterile. It had been\n difficult having children. The next step would mean complete sterility.\n The name of Alcala would die. The future might be wonderful, but it", "John Drake rose and looked around the laboratory with something like\n triumph. \"They're too late. I made it, Ric. There's the catalyst", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "There came at last a pressure that was a thought emerging from the\n depth of intuition.\nDoctor Ricardo Alcala will die in the next plague,", "then Drake had finished stripping off the lab whites to his street\n clothes. He picked up the square metal box containing the stuff he had\n made, tucked it under his arm and held out a solid hand again to Alcala.", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "The last one had been before Alcala was born. He had not thought that\n Johnny would start another. It was a shock.", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Johnny hadn't left yet. He was sitting at Alcala's desk with his feet\n on the wastebasket, the way Alcala often liked to sit, reading a", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "\"Doctor Alcala\"—the small man in the gray suit was tensely\n sober—\"John Delgados is very old, and John Delgados is not his proper", "The waiter brought the bill, dropping it on the table between them.\n\n\n \"Lives will be saved in the long run,\" Alcala said obstinately.\n \"Individual deaths are not important in the long run.\"", "\"I thought you'd figured that one out.\" Johnny shook his hand formally.\n \"The name is John Osborne Drake. You aren't horrified?\"", "\"They don't know where you're staying.\" Alcala leaned on the desk edge\n and put out his hand. \"They tell me you're Syndrome Johnny.\"", "Johnny! Out of all the people in the world, how could the government be\n interested in him? Alcala tried to sound casual. \"An associate of mine.\n A friend.\"", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "Alcala smiled. \"I wouldn't want to add to the national debt.\"" ], [ "it appeared. And where it had not appeared there were quarantines to\n fence it out. But it could not be fenced out. For two years it covered\n the world. And then it vanished again, leaving the survivors with a", "finger directly over it, counting patiently, \"One, two, three, four,\n five—\" He pulled the lighter back, snapping it shut.\n\"Three generations ago, a man couldn't have held a finger over that", "Time passed. The world grew richer, more orderly, more peaceful.", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "had on him for ninety years back! A memo came with it.\" He handed the\n memo over.", "Delgados' smile did not change. \"It's all right, Ric. Everything's\n done. I can leave any time now.\" He indicated a square metal box\n standing in a corner. \"There's the stuff.\"", "The plates were taken away and cups of steaming black coffee put\n between them. He would have to warn Johnny. It was strange how well you", "Two months later, he was one of the first victims of the second plague.\nIn the dining hall of a university, a biochemical student glanced up", "and he must have defended himself. Someone may have been hurt in the\n process.\" He pushed a button. \"Do you think if I send a man down there,\n he could persuade one of the mob to swear out a complaint?\"", "Johnny hadn't left yet. He was sitting at Alcala's desk with his feet\n on the wastebasket, the way Alcala often liked to sit, reading a", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "\"No crime, no records. No records, no evidence. No evidence, no proof\n of crime. Therefore, we must manufacture a small crime. He was attacked", "on file as a good citizen should. And he changed his name every twenty\n years, applying to the courts for permission with good honest reasons\n for changing his name. Everywhere he has been a laboratory worker, held", "Several moments passed. He smoothed back his hair with his oddly heavy\n hand before picking up his fork again.\n\n\n \"I'm turning into plastic,\" he told Camba.", "What stuff? The product Johnny had been working on? \"You haven't time\n for that now, Johnny. You can't sell it. They'd watch for anyone of\n your description selling chemicals. Let me loan you some money.\"", "Ricardo Alcala pushed the plunger in gently, then carefully withdrew\n the hypodermic needle from the little girl's arm. \"There you are,\n Cosita,\" he said, smiling and rising from the chair beside the white\n bed.", "Three years later they reached the carrier stage and the epidemic\n spread to four cities. Three more years, and there was an epidemic", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "Alcala was tired, but there was nothing to do at home. Nita was at the\n health resort and Johnny had borrowed all his laboratory space for a" ], [ "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "There came at last a pressure that was a thought emerging from the\n depth of intuition.\nDoctor Ricardo Alcala will die in the next plague,", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "to adapt to the previous steps, had become almost sterile. It had been\n difficult having children. The next step would mean complete sterility.\n The name of Alcala would die. The future might be wonderful, but it", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "Alcala hurried in.", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "Alcala sat in the dark, looking through the windshield down at the\n bright street falling away below. \"I'm not a practicing medico; only" ], [ "Two months later, he was one of the first victims of the second plague.\nIn the dining hall of a university, a biochemical student glanced up", "it appeared. And where it had not appeared there were quarantines to\n fence it out. But it could not be fenced out. For two years it covered\n the world. And then it vanished again, leaving the survivors with a", "His companion went on eating. \"Another of your wild theories, huh?\"\n Then through a mouthful of food: \"All right, if the plague didn't die,\n where did it go?\"", "which spread around the world, meeting another wave coming from the\n opposite direction. It killed two out of four, fifty out of a hundred,\n twenty-seven million out of fifty million. There was hysteria where", "The other grinned. \"The plague didn't die.\" He folded his newspaper\n slowly, obviously advancing an opening for a debate.", "\"Other men are old, yes. Those who survived the two successive plagues,\n were unusually durable.\" Camba finished and pushed back his plate.", "the plague to reach them, some superstitious fool would imagine he saw\n Syndrome Johnny and the population would panic. Symbol for Death or\n some such thing. People imagined they saw him in every corner of the", "She died.\n\n\n Others received plasma and did not die. But their symptoms changed,\n including a syndrome of multiple endocrine unbalance, eccentricities of\n appetite and digestion, and a general pattern of emotional disturbance.", "how\nrecently—\"that the disease of Syndrome Plague\n was not a disease. It is an improvement.\" He had spoken clumsily.", "There came at last a pressure that was a thought emerging from the\n depth of intuition.\nDoctor Ricardo Alcala will die in the next plague,", "out of three of all people who would have lived have died before birth,\n slain by Syndrome Plague. We are all carriers now, hosts to a new", "\"Idiotic superstition! You'd think it would have died down when the\n plague died.\"", "Three years later they reached the carrier stage and the epidemic\n spread to four cities. Three more years, and there was an epidemic", "ahead of famine. Sometimes I wish to God there would be another plague\n to give us a breathing spell and a fair chance to get things organized.\"", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "The effort was futile, for there were many victims who had sickened and\n grown partially well again without recognizing the strangeness of their\n illness.", "Galaxy Science Fiction July 1951.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe plagues that struck mankind could be attributed", "After city residents were eliminated, there remained only the signed\n receipts and thumbprints of nine men. Nine healthy unregistered\n travelers poor enough to sell their blood for money, and among them a", "thinking intensely, seeing the century of plague as something he had\n never dreamed....", "cooling over there. This is the last step. I don't think I'll survive\n this plague, but I'll last long enough to set it going for the finish." ], [ "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "Camba smiled and took out a small notebook. \"The disease is connected\n with silicones, you say? The original name of John Delgados was John", "They went out of the restaurant in silence. Camba's 'copter stood at\n the curb.\n\n\n \"Would you care for a lift home, Doctor Alcala?\" The offer was made\n with the utmost suavity.", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "\"I don't need them,\" Alcala explained. \"Mixed silicones. I'm guinea\n pigging.\"", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "He could be right. Perhaps the test should be stopped. Every day, with\n growing uneasiness, Alcala took his dose of silicon compound, and every", "As the 'copter lifted into the air, Camba spoke with a more friendly\n note in his voice, as if he humored a child. \"Come, Alcala, you're a", "\"Can't such things be left to the guinea pigs?\" Camba asked, watching\n with revulsion as Alcala uncapped the second bottle and sprinkled a\n layer of gray powder over his steak.", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "Ricardo Alcala pushed the plunger in gently, then carefully withdrew\n the hypodermic needle from the little girl's arm. \"There you are,\n Cosita,\" he said, smiling and rising from the chair beside the white\n bed.", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "Several moments passed. He smoothed back his hair with his oddly heavy\n hand before picking up his fork again.\n\n\n \"I'm turning into plastic,\" he told Camba.", "\"Go on, Doctor,\" Camba urged softly. \"'\nWhy\nwould any man—'\"", "Julio Camba, Federation Investigator, was a slender, dark man with\n sharp, glinting eyes. He spoke with a happy theatrical flourish.", "Camba lay down his knife and started in again. \"What connections have\n you had with John Delgados?\"\nConcentrate on the immediate situation.\nAlcala and Johnny were" ], [ "There came at last a pressure that was a thought emerging from the\n depth of intuition.\nDoctor Ricardo Alcala will die in the next plague,", "to adapt to the previous steps, had become almost sterile. It had been\n difficult having children. The next step would mean complete sterility.\n The name of Alcala would die. The future might be wonderful, but it", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "He tried to reason it out, but only could remember that Nita, already\n sickly, would have no chance. And Alcala's family genes, in attempting", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "\"No.\" Alcala knew that he was shaking hands with a man who would be\n thanked down all the successive generations of mankind. He noticed", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "Alcala tried to express it clearly. \"We are stronger. Potentially, we\n are tremendously stronger. But we of this generation are still weak", "the plague to reach them, some superstitious fool would imagine he saw\n Syndrome Johnny and the population would panic. Symbol for Death or\n some such thing. People imagined they saw him in every corner of the", "Two months later, he was one of the first victims of the second plague.\nIn the dining hall of a university, a biochemical student glanced up", "The last one had been before Alcala was born. He had not thought that\n Johnny would start another. It was a shock.", "His companion went on eating. \"Another of your wild theories, huh?\"\n Then through a mouthful of food: \"All right, if the plague didn't die,\n where did it go?\"", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "he and his ill wife Nita and his ill little girl.... And the name of\n Alcala will die forever as a weak strain blotted from the bloodstream\n of the race...." ], [ "Two months later, he was one of the first victims of the second plague.\nIn the dining hall of a university, a biochemical student glanced up", "His companion went on eating. \"Another of your wild theories, huh?\"\n Then through a mouthful of food: \"All right, if the plague didn't die,\n where did it go?\"", "\"Nowhere.\nWe have it now.\nWe all have it!\" He shrugged. \"A virus\n catalyst of high affinity for the cells and a high similarity to a\n normal cell protein—how can it be detected?\"", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special", "it appeared. And where it had not appeared there were quarantines to\n fence it out. But it could not be fenced out. For two years it covered\n the world. And then it vanished again, leaving the survivors with a", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "The other grinned. \"The plague didn't die.\" He folded his newspaper\n slowly, obviously advancing an opening for a debate.", "The effort was futile, for there were many victims who had sickened and\n grown partially well again without recognizing the strangeness of their\n illness.", "how\nrecently—\"that the disease of Syndrome Plague\n was not a disease. It is an improvement.\" He had spoken clumsily.", "day, the chemical seemed to be absorbed completely—not released or\n excreted—in a way that was unpleasantly reminiscent of the way arsenic\n accumulated without evident damage, then killed abruptly without", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "He tried to reason it out, but only could remember that Nita, already\n sickly, would have no chance. And Alcala's family genes, in attempting", "He could be right. Perhaps the test should be stopped. Every day, with\n growing uneasiness, Alcala took his dose of silicon compound, and every", "The student who had gone back to his paper suddenly looked up again.\n \"Some Peruvians here claim they saw Syndrome Johnny—\"", "guest. And\"—his voice dropped to a mock sinister whisper—\"with such a\n stranger within our cells, at the heart of the intricate machinery of\n our lives, who knows what subtle changes have crept upon us unnoticed!\"", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "\"Idiotic superstition! You'd think it would have died down when the\n plague died.\"", "She died.\n\n\n Others received plasma and did not die. But their symptoms changed,\n including a syndrome of multiple endocrine unbalance, eccentricities of\n appetite and digestion, and a general pattern of emotional disturbance.", "\"Because we have sickened and recovered. We caught it on conception\n and recovered before birth. Proof? Why do you think that the countries" ], [ "a rock, raised it behind Syndrome Johnny's back. \"I know I'm being\n anti-social,\" he said regretfully, and then threw the rock away.", "\"They don't know where you're staying.\" Alcala leaned on the desk edge\n and put out his hand. \"They tell me you're Syndrome Johnny.\"", "the report to Mass Phenomena, of course. Mass Phenomena blew a tube and\n sent their folder on Syndrome Johnny over here. Every report they ever", "\"Uh-huh what?\" asked his superior, who was reading a newspaper with his\n feet up on the desk.\n\n\n \"Remember the myth, of Syndrome Johnny?\"", "report. The whole business of Syndrome Johnny has been in their 'funny\n coincidence' file for twenty years. This time the suspect hits the\n averaged description of Johnny too closely: A solid-looking man,", "\"That proves nothing. Whatever his reasons for changing his name, it\n doesn't prove that he is Syndrome Johnny any more than it proves he", "Johnny, yes ... but not Syndrome Johnny. He tried to think of some\n quick refutation. \"The whole thing is preposterous, Senor Camba. The\n myth of Syndrome Plague Johnny started about a century ago.\"", "is the cow that jumped over the moon. Syndrome Johnny is a myth, a\n figment of mob delirium.\"\nAs he said it, he knew it was not true. A Federation investigator would", "Syndrome Johnny\nBY CHARLES DYE\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Sure. Syndrome Johnny. They use that myth in psychology class as a\n typical example of mass hysteria. When a city was nervous and expecting", "Camba chose a piece of salad with great care. \"We have reason to\n believe that he is Syndrome Johnny.\"", "the plague to reach them, some superstitious fool would imagine he saw\n Syndrome Johnny and the population would panic. Symbol for Death or\n some such thing. People imagined they saw him in every corner of the", "The student who had gone back to his paper suddenly looked up again.\n \"Some Peruvians here claim they saw Syndrome Johnny—\"", "Johnny hadn't left yet. He was sitting at Alcala's desk with his feet\n on the wastebasket, the way Alcala often liked to sit, reading a", "Johnny smiled tiredly and rested his head on one hand. \"He had to\n remake me chemically, you know. How could I spread change without", "What stuff? The product Johnny had been working on? \"You haven't time\n for that now, Johnny. You can't sell it. They'd watch for anyone of\n your description selling chemicals. Let me loan you some money.\"", "\"Thanks.\" Johnny was smiling oddly. \"Everything's set. I won't need it.\n How close are they to finding me?\"", "\"Johnny!\" he called suddenly, something like an icy lump hardening in\n his chest. How long had it been since Johnny had left?", "A light shone through the leaves. It was still there.\n\n\n \"Johnny!\"\n\n\n John Osborne Drake was putting his suitcase into the rear of the\n 'copter.", "Alcala was tired, but there was nothing to do at home. Nita was at the\n health resort and Johnny had borrowed all his laboratory space for a" ], [ "\"Sure. Syndrome Johnny. They use that myth in psychology class as a\n typical example of mass hysteria. When a city was nervous and expecting", "the report to Mass Phenomena, of course. Mass Phenomena blew a tube and\n sent their folder on Syndrome Johnny over here. Every report they ever", "report. The whole business of Syndrome Johnny has been in their 'funny\n coincidence' file for twenty years. This time the suspect hits the\n averaged description of Johnny too closely: A solid-looking man,", "is the cow that jumped over the moon. Syndrome Johnny is a myth, a\n figment of mob delirium.\"\nAs he said it, he knew it was not true. A Federation investigator would", "Johnny, yes ... but not Syndrome Johnny. He tried to think of some\n quick refutation. \"The whole thing is preposterous, Senor Camba. The\n myth of Syndrome Plague Johnny started about a century ago.\"", "\"Uh-huh what?\" asked his superior, who was reading a newspaper with his\n feet up on the desk.\n\n\n \"Remember the myth, of Syndrome Johnny?\"", "running through reports from the Bureau of Social Statistics. Suddenly\n he grunted, then a moment later said, \"Uh-huh!\"", "the plague to reach them, some superstitious fool would imagine he saw\n Syndrome Johnny and the population would panic. Symbol for Death or\n some such thing. People imagined they saw him in every corner of the", "\"They don't know where you're staying.\" Alcala leaned on the desk edge\n and put out his hand. \"They tell me you're Syndrome Johnny.\"", "The student who had gone back to his paper suddenly looked up again.\n \"Some Peruvians here claim they saw Syndrome Johnny—\"", "Syndrome Johnny\nBY CHARLES DYE\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "a rock, raised it behind Syndrome Johnny's back. \"I know I'm being\n anti-social,\" he said regretfully, and then threw the rock away.", "Camba chose a piece of salad with great care. \"We have reason to\n believe that he is Syndrome Johnny.\"", "how\nrecently—\"that the disease of Syndrome Plague\n was not a disease. It is an improvement.\" He had spoken clumsily.", "from his paper to his breakfast companion. \"You remember Johnny, the\n mythical carrier that they told about during the first and second\n epidemics of Syndrome Plague?\"", "Johnny! Out of all the people in the world, how could the government be\n interested in him? Alcala tried to sound casual. \"An associate of mine.\n A friend.\"", "\"That proves nothing. Whatever his reasons for changing his name, it\n doesn't prove that he is Syndrome Johnny any more than it proves he", "\"It means,\" said the psychologist, smiling dryly, \"that every crazy\n report about our ghost has points of similarity to every other crazy", "The last one had been before Alcala was born. He had not thought that\n Johnny would start another. It was a shock.", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"" ] ]

[ "How was Xavier essential in defeating the Hymenops?", "Why did the Sadrians herd Farrell to the bottom of the dome?", "Why were the Sadrians unable to leave Sadr III after the Hymenops' departure?", "Why had the Sadrian population been dwindling in the time since the Marco Four crash-landed on Sadr III?", "Why does Stryker posit that humans are more amenable to the practice of Reorientation?", "Why did Farrell experience déjà vu?", "Why did the villagers capture and kill the screaming Sadrian that was running toward the Marco Four?", "Why is Stryker certain that the Sadrians will become suitable for Reorientation?", "What happened to the Beta Pegasi natives?", "How does Gibson suggest they might be able to restore the Marco Four and leave Sadr III?" ]

[ [ "Xavier could communicate with the Hymenops, and he was immune to their hypnotism.", "Xavier developed a fleet of sheets that thought for themselves and equipped them with servo-crews.", "Xavier is a kind of robot, and his species assisted the Terrans in fighting the Hymenops.", "He taught Gibson important strategies through their hours of playing chess together." ], [ "To fix the Ringwave generator.", "They were going to try to kill him.", "So that he could be hypnotized by the Hymenop robot images.", "He was not supposed to be inside the dome." ], [ "The Hymenops threatened them with complete annihilation if they attempted to leave.", "Their Ringwave generator had stopped working, so they were unable to use their ship to escape the planet.", "They began to worship the Hymenops, and the hive was the focal point of that. They did not want to leave for this reason.", "They relied upon the robot images for guidance in every facet of life and had been hypnotized into self-isolation." ], [ "Because of the broken generator, they had lost the connection to their Hymenop counselors and had been driven mad by the inability to cope with their emotions.", "The Sadrians were a people best characterized by Farrell as \"batty.\" Because of this aspect of their nature, they began killing each other.", "Every time they entered the dome, they exited hours later with fewer numbers for unknown reasons. ", "Their work in the vast grass fields under the bright lights of Deneb and Albireo exhausted them and drove them to early deaths." ], [ "Humans are easily swayed by the power of suggestion, and therefore they can be properly Reoriented if necessary.", "Because of their flexibility and adaptability, humans are generally more willing to succumb to such a practice.", "Even if humans are re-programmed through enslavement, they retain enough of what makes them human through sheer stubbornness. ", "Many human colonies have been isolated from Terra for hundreds of years and have been easily re-converted into their previous form." ], [ "He felt he had been inside the dome before at some point in his past.", "The Sadrians were so similar to humans that meeting them gave him the feeling of déjà vu.", "He entered a clearing and saw the same Ringwave generator that powered the Marco Four.", "The power of the Hymenops' hypnotic spell had begun to take effect." ], [ "The villagers were preventing Tarvil from attacking and killing the crew of the Marco Four.", "It was considered sacrilegious to share one's emotions with anyone besides the Hymenop counselors due to their hypno-religious fixation on the robot images.", "The screaming Sadrian was attempting to leave Sadr III, which was strictly forbidden by Sadrian code.", "They were preventing him from revealing their secrets of the Hymenop robot images and did not want the crew to discover their hidden Ringwave generator." ], [ "After they were removed from the spell of hypnosis, Tarvil indicated his people's desire to return to Terra.", "Prior to leaving Sadr III, the crew of the Marco Four had fixed their Ringwave generator and disabled the hypnosis functionality. ", "They are a mostly passive group of people willing to do whatever they are told, as demonstrated by their behavior with the Hymenops.", "They were so pleased with Farrell's work fixing the generator that they struck a deal with Stryker agreeing to go through the Reorientation process." ], [ "Their numbers were so vast thanks to their religious fixation on fertility that it was too difficult to properly Reorient them.", "They developed cannibalistic appetites due to the hypnosis enacted upon them by the Hymenops.", "They retained a religious obsession with reproduction after the Hymenops departed their planet.", "They were forced to become mining slaves for the Hymenops and continued as hypnotized miners after the Hymenops left." ], [ "They will have to enter the dome to search for the appropriate parts required to enter the ship. And only Farrell can go because Gibson has to stay behind to man the ship.", "If they can resonate the Sadrian's generator with their own on Marco Four, they should be able to leave. But they would have to repair the Sadrian generator first.", "By tapping into the Sadrian generator's phase-level interference, they should be able to warp into space.", "Farrell must convince Tarvil to lead him to their generator stored deep within the hive. From there, he can steal the generator, and they can use it to escape the planet." ] ]

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[ [ "He looked at Xavier's silent plastoid figure with something like\n affection. \"We'd have lost that war without Xave's kind. We", "dome. He was sweating out a nightmare made hideous by monstrous bees\n that threatened him in buzzing alien voices when Xavier's polite\n monotone woke him for breakfast.", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first", "They found him waiting in the chart room with Xavier. For the\n thousandth time, seeing the two together, Farrell found himself", "Considering what they must have suffered under the Hymenops, it's a\n wonder they're even sane.\"", "personifying with disturbing realism the soulless, arrogant efficiency\n of the Hymenop hive-mind. To Farrell, there was about each image a\n brooding air of hypnotic fixity.", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "He was giving way slowly when Xavier's inflectionless voice droned out\n of the darkness: \"Quiet. Your Counsel will be restored.\"", "\"Then we're up against a Hymenop hive-mind,\" Stryker said. \"And we\n can't run away from it. Any suggestions?\"", "Hymenops' hive-culture before abandoning it to its own devices, and\n anything at all in the way of eccentric social controls can develop.\n But men remain basically identical, Arthur, in spite of acquired", "\"The Hymenops had the Ringwave,\" Gibson interrupted. \"And they left the\n dome down there, the first undamaged one we've found. Figure it out for\n yourselves.\"", "amicable. Then we showed ourselves, and when he saw that we were human\n beings like himself and not mechanicals like Xav, he clammed up. So did", "Stryker came over and unstrapped him. Gibson, playing chess with Xavier\n across the chart-room plotting table, looked up briefly and went back\n to his gambit.", "Stryker vetoed the alternative. \"Too long. If there are Hymenops here,\n they won't give us that much time.\"", "\"They can't be idols,\" Stryker said. \"The Hymenops would have known how\n hard it is to displace anthropomorphism entirely from human worship.", "controls forced on them by the Hymenops, or acquired since their\n liberation, seem to have altered their original ideology so radically\n that—\"", "flight,\" he said. \"It stood to reason that the Hymenops would quit\n running somewhere, that we'd bump into them eventually out here on the", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "\"Gib thinks I'm on the right track—periodic hypnosis. The Hymenops\n must have assigned a particular chamber and image to each slave. The", "They let it go at that and put Xavier on guard for the night. The\n mechanical was infinitely more alert and sensitive to approach than any\n of the crew, but the knowledge did not make Farrell's sleep the sounder." ], [ "Farrell caught up the audicom, swept by a sudden wild lift of hope.\n \"I'm at the bottom of the dome, in the Ringwave chamber. They took my\n gun and torch. For God's sake, hurry!\"", "\"I'm going into the dome,\" Farrell said. He tried to keep the\n uncertainty out of his voice, and felt a rasp of irritation when he\n failed. \"Is there a taboo against that?\"", "The darkness gave up a furtive scuffling of sandaled feet, the tight\n breathing of many men. Someone made a whimpering sound, doglike and\n piteous; a Sadrian voice hissed sharply, \"\nQuiet!\n\"", "A shadow blocked the sun, bringing a faint chill to Farrell when he\n looked up to see the great rounded hump of the dome looming over him.", "\"I'm going into the dome now,\" he said. \"It's like all the others—no\n openings except at ground level, where it's riddled with them.\"", "of them, they'd have jumped us the minute we landed. Chances are that\n they left Sadr III in too great a hurry to wreck the dome, and their\n Ringwave power plant is still running.\"", "village.\n\"There's one reason why I'm edgy,\" Farrell said. \"These Sadrians may\n be harmless, but they make a point of posting a guard over us. There's", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "Beneath the crying, Farrell felt the terror, incredibly voiced, that\n weighted the darkness, the horror implicit in stilled breathing, the\n swelling sense of outrage.", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "\"One of us will have to find out which it is,\" Farrell said. He took\n a restless turn about the chart room, weighing the probabilities. \"It\n seems to fall in my department.\"", "himself in the audience chambers that, until the\nMarco's\ncoming, had\n been the daily goal of the Sadrian natives.", "Farrell gaped at him. \"You're giving up on Sadr III?\"", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "was already in space; on the visiscreen, Farrell could\n see a dwindling crescent of Sadr III, and behind it, in the black pit", "suggestion of imminent danger sent Farrell plunging blindly on into the\n maze.\n—To halt, sweating, when a sound exactly similar came to him from\n ahead." ], [ "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "of them, they'd have jumped us the minute we landed. Chances are that\n they left Sadr III in too great a hurry to wreck the dome, and their\n Ringwave power plant is still running.\"", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "\"Xav and I found our Ringwave trouble,\" Gibson said. \"The generator is\n functioning, but the warp isn't going out. Something here on Sadr III\n is neutralizing it.\"", "Farrell gaped at him. \"You're giving up on Sadr III?\"", "was already in space; on the visiscreen, Farrell could\n see a dwindling crescent of Sadr III, and behind it, in the black pit", "controls forced on them by the Hymenops, or acquired since their\n liberation, seem to have altered their original ideology so radically\n that—\"", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "village.\n\"There's one reason why I'm edgy,\" Farrell said. \"These Sadrians may\n be harmless, but they make a point of posting a guard over us. There's", "\"The Hymenops had the Ringwave,\" Gibson interrupted. \"And they left the\n dome down there, the first undamaged one we've found. Figure it out for\n yourselves.\"", "Considering what they must have suffered under the Hymenops, it's a\n wonder they're even sane.\"", "poor devils coming back every morning, and their children with them,\n even after the Hymenops pulled out. They couldn't break away until\n the\nMarco's", "Farrell winced with sudden understanding. \"No wonder the poor devils\n cracked up right and left. With their Ringwave dead, they might as well\n have been struck blind and dumb! They couldn't even get together among\n themselves to figure a way out.\"", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "\"There's only this one village on Sadr III, Gib, an insignificant\n little agrarian township! If they had the Ringwave, they'd be", "Stryker vetoed the alternative. \"Too long. If there are Hymenops here,\n they won't give us that much time.\"", "flight,\" he said. \"It stood to reason that the Hymenops would quit\n running somewhere, that we'd bump into them eventually out here on the", "supply expendable labor for their mines. The natives stopped mining\n when the Hymenops gave up the invasion and went back to 70 Ophiuchi,", "The darkness gave up a furtive scuffling of sandaled feet, the tight\n breathing of many men. Someone made a whimpering sound, doglike and\n piteous; a Sadrian voice hissed sharply, \"\nQuiet!\n\"", "\"They can't be idols,\" Stryker said. \"The Hymenops would have known how\n hard it is to displace anthropomorphism entirely from human worship." ], [ "himself in the audience chambers that, until the\nMarco's\ncoming, had\n been the daily goal of the Sadrian natives.", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "of them, they'd have jumped us the minute we landed. Chances are that\n they left Sadr III in too great a hurry to wreck the dome, and their\n Ringwave power plant is still running.\"", "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "was already in space; on the visiscreen, Farrell could\n see a dwindling crescent of Sadr III, and behind it, in the black pit", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "\"When we crashed here five weeks ago, there were an even thousand\n natives in the village, plus or minus a few babes in arms. Since", "\"Xav and I found our Ringwave trouble,\" Gibson said. \"The generator is\n functioning, but the warp isn't going out. Something here on Sadr III\n is neutralizing it.\"", "The darkness gave up a furtive scuffling of sandaled feet, the tight\n breathing of many men. Someone made a whimpering sound, doglike and\n piteous; a Sadrian voice hissed sharply, \"\nQuiet!\n\"", "Farrell gaped at him. \"You're giving up on Sadr III?\"", "\"There's only this one village on Sadr III, Gib, an insignificant\n little agrarian township! If they had the Ringwave, they'd be", "continent. I think we ought to write it off and get the hell out as\n soon as the\nMarco\n's Ringwave is repaired.\"", "and shadow from the actinic flare overhead, racing toward him through a\n silently dispersing throng of Sadrians.", "village.\n\"There's one reason why I'm edgy,\" Farrell said. \"These Sadrians may\n be harmless, but they make a point of posting a guard over us. There's", "that time they've lost a hundred twenty-six members, all suicides or\n murders. At first the entire population turned out at sunrise and went", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "knew, and an abrupt reversal that negated their accustomed habits would\n create an impossible societal conflict. They were reoriented after\n the Fourth War, and succeeding generations adjusted to normal living", "aboard the\nMarco Four,\nand from the stereo-sharp associations it\n evoked: Gibson working over the ship's power plant, his black-browed", "Farrell winced with sudden understanding. \"No wonder the poor devils\n cracked up right and left. With their Ringwave dead, they might as well\n have been struck blind and dumb! They couldn't even get together among\n themselves to figure a way out.\"", "Then he passed out.\nHe was strapped to his couch in the chart room when he awoke. The\nMarco Four" ], [ "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "lifted from the Colonial Reclamations Handbook....\n\"So far as adaptability is concerned,\" Stryker had said an eternal\n evening before, \"\nhomo sapiens", "Stryker's voice came tinnily in his ear. \"They won't seem so strange\n once we learn their motivations. I'm beginning to think this", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "\"Their sort of indifference couldn't be congenital,\" Stryker said. His\n tinny murmur took on a puzzled sound. \"But they've been free for four", "\"You may be right,\" Stryker said, brightening. \"They carried the fight\n to us from the first skirmish, two hundred years ago, and they damned\n near beat us before we learned how to fight them.\"", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "\"We reset the Ringwave in the dome to phase with ours and lugged you\n out,\" Stryker explained genially. He was back in character again, his", "\"They can't be idols,\" Stryker said. \"The Hymenops would have known how\n hard it is to displace anthropomorphism entirely from human worship.", "\"There you have it,\" Stryker said. \"They knew we were responsible for\n their catastrophe, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask us for", "\"Then we're up against a Hymenop hive-mind,\" Stryker said. \"And we\n can't run away from it. Any suggestions?\"", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "From another man it might have been irony. Knowing Gibson, Farrell and\n Stryker accepted it as a bald statement of fact.", "Stryker's metallic whisper said: \"We're tracking your carrier, Arthur.\n Use the tools they left you. They brought you there to repair the\n Ringwave, to give back the power that kept their images going. Keep\n busy!\"", "Stryker at this moment would be regretting the congenital optimism\n that had prompted him to send his navigator where he himself could", "\"Too old and fat,\" Stryker finished for him. \"And too damned slow and\n garrulous. You're right, of course.\"", "Stryker tugged uncomfortably at the rim of white hair the years had\n left him. \"It's a stumper for the moment, I'll admit ... if they'd", "Considering what they must have suffered under the Hymenops, it's a\n wonder they're even sane.\"", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first" ], [ "Beneath the crying, Farrell felt the terror, incredibly voiced, that\n weighted the darkness, the horror implicit in stilled breathing, the\n swelling sense of outrage.", "déjà vu.\nIt was a Ringwave generator, and it was the thing he had ventured into\n the dome to find.\nHis confusion stemmed from its resemblance to the disabled generator", "Farrell's uneasiness, sourceless until now, grew to chill certainty.\n\"I think I've expected this, without realizing it, since my first", "Numb with the terror that had dogged him from the moment he regained\n consciousness and found himself naked and weaponless, Farrell had no\n idea how long he had been lost in the honeycombed darkness of the", "suggestion of imminent danger sent Farrell plunging blindly on into the\n maze.\n—To halt, sweating, when a sound exactly similar came to him from\n ahead.", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "Farrell, only half understanding, took up his instrument case. His\n movement triggered a tense rustle in the darkness; the voice whimpered\n again, a tortured sound that rasped Farrell's nerves like a file on\n glass.", "\"One of us will have to find out which it is,\" Farrell said. He took\n a restless turn about the chart room, weighing the probabilities. \"It\n seems to fall in my department.\"", "Farrell made an impatient sound and lit another cigarette. The brief\n flare of his lighter pierced the darkness and picked out a hurried", "Farrell never heard the rest of it. Something struck him sharply across\n the back of the head.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he was naked and weaponless and lost.", "A shadow blocked the sun, bringing a faint chill to Farrell when he\n looked up to see the great rounded hump of the dome looming over him.", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "personifying with disturbing realism the soulless, arrogant efficiency\n of the Hymenop hive-mind. To Farrell, there was about each image a\n brooding air of hypnotic fixity.", "Tarvil did not accompany him inside. Farrell, looking back as he\n thumbed his hand-torch alight in the nearest entranceway, saw the", "central area held a massive cylindrical machine at once alien and\n familiar.\nHe went toward it hesitantly, confused for the moment by a paramnesiac\n sense of repeated experience, the specious recognition of", "\"I'm going into the dome,\" Farrell said. He tried to keep the\n uncertainty out of his voice, and felt a rasp of irritation when he\n failed. \"Is there a taboo against that?\"", "Farrell crouched back against the cold curve of the Ringwave cylinder,\n straining against flight with an effort that left him trembling", "Farrell was halfway down the grassy slope to the village when he\n realized that the\nMarco\nwas still under watch. Approaching close", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky." ], [ "The darkness gave up a furtive scuffling of sandaled feet, the tight\n breathing of many men. Someone made a whimpering sound, doglike and\n piteous; a Sadrian voice hissed sharply, \"\nQuiet!\n\"", "Down in the village a man screamed, a raw, tortured sound that brought\n both men up stiffly. A frantic drumming of running feet came to them,", "himself in the audience chambers that, until the\nMarco's\ncoming, had\n been the daily goal of the Sadrian natives.", "village.\n\"There's one reason why I'm edgy,\" Farrell said. \"These Sadrians may\n be harmless, but they make a point of posting a guard over us. There's", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "unmistakable across the little distance. The fleeing man came up from\n the dark huddle of cottages by the river and out across the grass\n flats, screaming.", "Farrell was halfway down the grassy slope to the village when he\n realized that the\nMarco\nwas still under watch. Approaching close", "everyone in the village. It worries me, Lee. If they didn't expect men\n to come out of the\nMarco\n, then what in God's name\ndid", "Beneath the crying, Farrell felt the terror, incredibly voiced, that\n weighted the darkness, the horror implicit in stilled breathing, the\n swelling sense of outrage.", "help because we were human beings like themselves. So they went mad one\n by one and committed the ultimate blasphemy of shouting their misery in\n public, and their fellows had to kill them or countenance sacrilege.", "the village and come up here—and this is what happens. We couldn't\n trust them, Lee, even if we could understand them!\"", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "the hillside above the village, Gibson and Stryker and Xavier would be\n waiting for him in the disabled\nMarco Four.\nWaiting for him....", "of them, they'd have jumped us the minute we landed. Chances are that\n they left Sadr III in too great a hurry to wreck the dome, and their\n Ringwave power plant is still running.\"", "and shadow from the actinic flare overhead, racing toward him through a\n silently dispersing throng of Sadrians.", "movement a short stone's throw away, between the\nMarco Four\nand the\n village.", "enough for recognition, he saw that the sentry this time was Tarvil,\n the Sadrian who had first approached the ship. The native's glance took", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "The village was not deserted, but so far as Farrell's coming was\n concerned, it might as well have been. The few women and children he\n saw on the streets ignored him—and Tarvil—completely.", "aboard the\nMarco Four,\nand from the stereo-sharp associations it\n evoked: Gibson working over the ship's power plant, his black-browed" ], [ "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "From another man it might have been irony. Knowing Gibson, Farrell and\n Stryker accepted it as a bald statement of fact.", "Stryker's voice came tinnily in his ear. \"They won't seem so strange\n once we learn their motivations. I'm beginning to think this", "\"You may be right,\" Stryker said, brightening. \"They carried the fight\n to us from the first skirmish, two hundred years ago, and they damned\n near beat us before we learned how to fight them.\"", "lifted from the Colonial Reclamations Handbook....\n\"So far as adaptability is concerned,\" Stryker had said an eternal\n evening before, \"\nhomo sapiens", "\"There you have it,\" Stryker said. \"They knew we were responsible for\n their catastrophe, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask us for", "fat paunch quivering with the beginning of laughter. \"We're through\n here. The rest is up to Reorientation.\"", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "\"We reset the Ringwave in the dome to phase with ours and lugged you\n out,\" Stryker explained genially. He was back in character again, his", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "Stryker at this moment would be regretting the congenital optimism\n that had prompted him to send his navigator where he himself could", "The darkness gave up a furtive scuffling of sandaled feet, the tight\n breathing of many men. Someone made a whimpering sound, doglike and\n piteous; a Sadrian voice hissed sharply, \"\nQuiet!\n\"", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "\"You sound as smug as the Reorientation chapter you lifted that bit\n from,\" Farrell said. \"But it won't apply here, Lee. The same thing", "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "village.\n\"There's one reason why I'm edgy,\" Farrell said. \"These Sadrians may\n be harmless, but they make a point of posting a guard over us. There's", "\"Their sort of indifference couldn't be congenital,\" Stryker said. His\n tinny murmur took on a puzzled sound. \"But they've been free for four", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey" ], [ "supply expendable labor for their mines. The natives stopped mining\n when the Hymenops gave up the invasion and went back to 70 Ophiuchi,", "\"When we crashed here five weeks ago, there were an even thousand\n natives in the village, plus or minus a few babes in arms. Since", "\"I've seen some pretty foul results of Hymenop experimenting\n on human colonies, Arthur. There was the ninth planet of Beta", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "Pegasi—rediscovered in 3910, I think it was—that developed a\n religious fixation on fertility, a mania fostered by the Hymenops to", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "been a storage section. Empty now, with dust everywhere except in the\n corridors the natives use when they come in, mornings. No sign of\n Hymenops yet.\"", "native that showed up, and the native talked to him. We heard it all by\n monitoring; his name was Tarvil, he spoke Terran Standard, and he was", "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "end.\nBehind him, his pursuers—human natives or Hymenop invaders, he had\n no way of knowing which—drew nearer with a dry minor rustling whose", "\"Isolate a human colony from its parent planet for two centuries,\n enslave it for half that time to a hegemony as foreign as the", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "\"We can't write it off,\" Stryker said. \"Besides reclaiming a colony, we\n may have added a valuable marine food source to the Federation. Arthur,", "He squinted at the visiscreen with its cryptic, star-streaked dome.\n \"But they don't think as we do. They may have left a rear guard here,\n or they may have boobytrapped the dome.\"", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "Considering what they must have suffered under the Hymenops, it's a\n wonder they're even sane.\"", "controls forced on them by the Hymenops, or acquired since their\n liberation, seem to have altered their original ideology so radically\n that—\"", "fringes. Twenty thousand light-years back to 70 Ophiuchi is a long way\n to retreat.... Gib, do you think they're still here?\"", "knew, and an abrupt reversal that negated their accustomed habits would\n create an impossible societal conflict. They were reoriented after\n the Fourth War, and succeeding generations adjusted to normal living" ], [ "\"Xav and I found our Ringwave trouble,\" Gibson said. \"The generator is\n functioning, but the warp isn't going out. Something here on Sadr III\n is neutralizing it.\"", "of them, they'd have jumped us the minute we landed. Chances are that\n they left Sadr III in too great a hurry to wreck the dome, and their\n Ringwave power plant is still running.\"", "continent. I think we ought to write it off and get the hell out as\n soon as the\nMarco\n's Ringwave is repaired.\"", "Gibson did not shrug, but his voice seemed to. \"It won't matter one way\n or the other unless we can clear the\nMarco's\ngenerator.\"", "aboard the\nMarco Four,\nand from the stereo-sharp associations it\n evoked: Gibson working over the ship's power plant, his black-browed", "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "\"One alternative,\" Gibson corrected. \"If we can determine what\n phase-level the interfering warp uses, we may be able to adjust the\nMarco's", "\"There's only this one village on Sadr III, Gib, an insignificant\n little agrarian township! If they had the Ringwave, they'd be", "\"The Hymenops had the Ringwave,\" Gibson interrupted. \"And they left the\n dome down there, the first undamaged one we've found. Figure it out for\n yourselves.\"", "\"Because I'm the only one who\ncan\ngo. Remember what Gib said about\n changing the\nMarco's\nRingwave to resonate with the interfering\n generator? Gib can make the change; I can't. You're—\"", "being are known. At bottom, these Sadr III natives are no different\n from ourselves. Heredity won't permit it.\"", "Farrell gaped at him. \"You're giving up on Sadr III?\"", "Outside the dome, in a bend of lazy silver river, sprawled the Sadr III\n village with its stoic handful of once-normal Terran colonists and, on", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "the hillside above the village, Gibson and Stryker and Xavier would be\n waiting for him in the disabled\nMarco Four.\nWaiting for him....", "was already in space; on the visiscreen, Farrell could\n see a dwindling crescent of Sadr III, and behind it, in the black pit", "Stryker's metallic whisper said: \"We're tracking your carrier, Arthur.\n Use the tools they left you. They brought you there to repair the\n Ringwave, to give back the power that kept their images going. Keep\n busy!\"", "\"We can't write it off,\" Stryker said. \"Besides reclaiming a colony, we\n may have added a valuable marine food source to the Federation. Arthur,", "open port, undisturbed by the busy clatter of tools inside the\n ship where Gibson and Xavier, the\nMarco's\nmechanical, worked over", "himself in the audience chambers that, until the\nMarco's\ncoming, had\n been the daily goal of the Sadrian natives." ] ]

[ "What is \"spillover\" as it relates to free-speech law?", "Why does the author believe the CDA will ultimately be struck down by the Supreme Court?", "What was the result of Sable and the Denver Consortium?", "Why is it difficult to shield children from sexually explicit materials without simultaneously denying adults the ability to view them?", "Why was the Pacifica decision limited?", "Why did the Supreme Court overrule a Michigan state law banning the distribution of materials that might be unsuitable for minors?", "Why is spillover a persistent legal problem?", "What seems to be the most effective resolution to the spillover problem according to the article's author?" ]

[ [ "There are psychological and philosophical repercussions for participating in free speech that is harmful to the character of another individual or entity.", "Some speech is very harmful to others and therefore can be restricted.", "There is no right to broadcast falsehoods because such lies may cause harm to a person's character or be used to sell products.", "When a law is enacted in an effort to protect one party, the free speech of another might be adversely affected." ], [ "The technological alternatives to the law offer significant benefits, even though the burden of the law is admittedly small.", "It doesn't have many more benefits than content blocking technology and creates too much spillover on the free speech of adults.", "There is too much pressure from free speech advocates.", "They will rule in favor of protecting the children from obscene material over the rights of adults to view such material." ], [ "They both protected indecent speech and made specific recommendations for alternatives to banning Internet porn.", "The court would not allow laws that venture too far into restricting free speech for adults in the name of protecting children unless there were no other options for protecting them.", "They would not tolerate any unnecessary spillover onto adults even in the scenario that the burden on children was impossible to correct.", "The government recommended a less restrictive alternative in the form of computer software that blocks specific sites." ], [ "It is very difficult, if not impossible, to monitor the ages of people accessing specific material in many cases.", "The law prevents any company from doing so because of the First Amendment.", "The technology has not yet been invented to restrict access to specific websites based on a person's age.", "Children will find a way to access material that they want to view no matter what the law says." ], [ "It seemed to only refer to radio and television broadcasts. ", "It only restricted adult access to indecent materials during specific hours of the day.", "It did not make specific provisions for protecting children, only limiting what the adults could consume.", "It neglected to include magazines and books in its findings." ], [ "They felt that a total ban was without precedent and argued that state legislatures could not make that sort of decision independently.", "They felt the law was tantamount to allowing perceived harm to come to children in order to protect the freedom of adults.", "The Court found that doing so would essentially restrict the material adults were allowed to consume to child-appropriate only.", "They felt that the law did not go far enough in protecting minors and therefore should be reconsidered before implemented." ], [ "The courts are constantly overwhelmed by cases related to free speech, obscenity, profanity, and indecency.", "Protecting children against obscenity is a very touchy subject, and courts have issued differing opinions on the matter over the years.", "Legally speaking, one cannot simultaneously protect all speech that has value while prohibiting all speech that does not and may be considered harmful.", "The legal precedent is so vast and varied that there is little consistent groundwork to follow in terms of constitutionality. " ], [ "Free speech should never be protected if it has any potential expose a child to material deemed harmful by the courts.", "Free speech must be protected at all costs, even if it means potential and occasional harm to children.", "Courts ought to order websites to utilize new technologies that ban access for individuals under a certain age by labelling its contents as \"clean\" or \"dirty.\"", "The answer lies somewhere between laws protecting free speech for adults and utilizing new technology that restricts access to objectionable material as decided by parents." ] ]

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[ [ "the great recurring problems in free-speech law is spillover.", "Speech and Spillover \n\n The Supreme Court probably will overturn the notorious Communications Decency Act. 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The", "\"that, in context, depicts or describes,\" \n\n \"in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards,\" \n\n \"sexual or excretory activities or organs.\"", "says that the speech must be allowed. Pacifica , Sable", "Some speech is so harmful and so lacking in redeeming", "spillover effect on adults. Adults generally have the right to", "though ostensibly intended to protect children, clearly has a spillover", "be resolved in favor of free speech. Perhaps children's increased", "speech may be restricted.", "This spillover problem" ], [ "CDA will be overturned. But it's a closer question than", "federal court was probably correct in striking down the CDA", "Speech and Spillover \n\n The Supreme Court probably will overturn the notorious Communications Decency Act. But the issues are not as cut-and-dried as some might suggest.", "But the CDA will be intentionally or accidentally violated, too.", "a total ban would, and that the CDA therefore is", "that the law creates is large enough, that the CDA", "but it's also less effective. The CDA, of course,", "harmful to children. Other CDA critics assert that the technological", "The most controversial part of the CDA prohibits anyone from \n\n \"us[ing] an interactive computer service\"", "FCC (1990), in which the court struck down a ban", "Free speech, the Supreme Court has held, has limits: Some", "Some say the justices should simply rule that sexually explicit", "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "court concluded that such a ban was unconstitutional. The law,", "cracked up to be, and therefore, free speech should prevail.", "prevail. But many people, probably including the justices, are willing", "would make the act unconstitutional. But there's no doubt that", "technological fix, then, is less restrictive than the CDA, but", "smaller categories than the CDA's \"indecency.\" May the government,", "The CDA, though" ], [ "Sable and Denver Consortium make clear that the court", "Sable , and now Denver Consortium suggest that the speech", "shown to be inadequate. Denver Consortium followed the same pattern:", "known as Denver Consortium , four Supreme Court justices were", "CDA court's decision was written before Denver Consortium was handed", "says that the speech must be allowed. Pacifica , Sable", "court concluded that such a ban was unconstitutional. The law,", "the audience.\" The spillover was clear: Adults were deprived of", "the pig.\" The court agreed that the state could bar", "and television) during most hours. But the justices were willing", "vs. Pacifica Foundation (1978). The Pacifica court upheld a", "a total ban. The court apparently was willing to tolerate", "Court precedents are unclear. 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But the court pointed out that", "willing to accept that sexually explicit material is indeed harmful", "\"that, in context, depicts or describes,\" \n\n \"in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards,\" \n\n \"sexual or excretory activities or organs.\"", "exceptions to this: child pornography (sexually explicit pictures made using", "of material that might be unsuitable for minors. The court", "their views. Still, ratings won't shield children using computers that", "sexually explicit material that's not technically \"obscene\" on the grounds", "law can prohibit public display, insulating children but also restricting", "Virtually any sort of speech in the public areas of cyberspace is available to minors, so the law really applies to all such areas, including Web sites, Internet newsgroups, e-mail discussion lists, chat rooms, and bulletin boards.", "to reading only what is fit for children. ... 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[ "Why does the public largely not know about the benefits of moderate alcohol consumption?", "What is the recommended alcohol intake for healthy consumption?", "Why might the public be surprised about the findings of the study by the New England Journal of Medicine?", "What does the author say is the result of ignoring the New England Journal of Medicine study?", "What was the result of the Competitive Enterprise Institute survey?", "What was the net result of the New England Journal of Medicine study?", "Why did Michael Thun hedge on the large statistic regarding prolonged life related to moderate alcohol consumption?", "What gives credence to the most recent study by the New England Journal of Medicine?" ]

[ [ "They do, but they believe the recommendation only applies to drinking red wine.", "A combination of ignorance and limitations on marketing efforts from alcohol companies and public health officials.", "There are no such benefits; if there were, alcohol companies would pursue marketing such benefits more strongly.", "The information is based on a twenty-year-old study." ], [ "One glass of red wine per day for women and two for men.", "One to two drinks per day for men and women.", "One to two glasses of red wine for men and women.", "One drink per day for women and two for men." ], [ "The study indicates that consuming larger amounts of alcohol leads to increases in alcoholism, high blood pressure, obesity, stroke, suicide, and accidents.", "It finds that drinking red wine offers no more health benefits than drinking beer or liquor.", "The study finds that people can safely operate a motor vehicle if they have had less than two drinks.", "It reveals that moderate drinkers tend to live longer than people who do not drink at all." ], [ "It could lead to an increase in deaths from heart disease. ", "It might perpetuate the idea that avoiding the subject or being uninformed about it is the best policy.", "It would result in a loss of business for the alcohol companies. ", "It would give people the impression that drinking too much is just as beneficial as drinking a little." ], [ "42% of respondents said that they did not believe there were any health benefits associated with consuming a light amount of alcohol.", "58% of respondents indicated they believed moderate consumption of alcohol could lead to greater health benefits.", "A majority of the percentage that responded that they believed consuming alcohol had the potential to reduce the risk of heart disease also believed the benefits were only linked to wine.", "42% of respondents said that they believed any potential health benefits came from consuming red wine." ], [ "People over forty were less likely to die at a younger age if they had moderate alcohol intake than people who drank nothing.", "People over 30 were 20% less likely than nondrinkers to die prematurely if they drank more than two drinks per day.", "People over thirty years old were less likely to die at a younger age if they had moderate alcohol intake than people who drank nothing.", "People over 40 who had less than two drinks per day were 20% less likely to die prematurely compared to nondrinkers." ], [ "The world of epidemiology considered the 20% reduction a small percentage.", "He indicated that the 20% mortality reduction was not significant enough to warrant public broadcasting.", "The statistic was challenged in a later study by British health authorities in their \"Sensible Drinking\" guidelines.", "He said the various problems related to alcohol in society create a situation where such positive messaging is not typically well-received." ], [ "It was sponsored by the American Heart Association.", "The same study found an association between smoking and lung cancer.", "Decades of corroborating studies conducted in the US and around the world.", "The fact that they conducted their tests primarily on men over forty years old." ] ]

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And, in the standard view of public health", "Note 4 \n\n Here is the American Heart Association's recommendation on alcohol:", "\"guidelines to the general public\" that encourage drinking (for the", "moderate consumption of alcohol, approximately one or two drinks per", "British health authorities, in their 1995 guidelines (\"Sensible Drinking\"),", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "research on the benefits of modest wine consumption, we believe", "If you drink alcoholic beverages, do so in moderation, with meals, and when consumption does not put you or others at risk." ], [ "(an average of one to two drinks per day for", "Note 4 \n\n Here is the American Heart Association's recommendation on alcohol:", "Moderation is defined as no more than one drink per day for women and no more than two drinks per day for men. 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[ "How does the world that Harry live in seem to operate, initially?", "What, generally, does Harry seem to discover as the story progresses?", "What finally confirms Harry's suspicions? ", "Why does Harry \"want to be take care of\" when he's apprehended?", "What is the terror that plagues Harry?", "What happens to Harry at the end of the story?", "What seems to be a core idea of the story?", "What was the doctor's last test?", "Why are there so many limitations on the lives of the people living in this story? " ]

[ [ "It's a world where everyone seems to be losing their memory. Harry can't remember key parts about his business, and Edna repeats the same things on a weekly basis. ", "It operates largely the same way ours does. It just seems different because of the sickness that Harry has. ", "It's a world where people are left to their own devices. Supplies are left at the house, farmers get paid not to grow crops, etc. ", "It's a world with heavy government involvement, where there are regulations on near everything that is affecting every day life. " ], [ "He really is sick in the head, and losing his mind. ", "The government is more involved in their lives than he had realized. ", "His views of the world have been warped by a tragedy. ", "What he remembers is true, and the world is different than it had been. " ], [ "Being sent to the Doctor. It confirms his suspicions that he might truly be sick. ", "Being apprehended by the townsfolks. It confirms to him that the people are unwell. ", "Finding so may changes in his environment. They all added up to the bigger picture. ", "Finding the ocean. It's the one thing that truly was never there, and completely out of place. " ], [ "He's completely lost his mind, and not thinking clearly. ", "He's resigned to what's happened to him. ", "He wants confirmation of what he's discovered, and his own memories. ", "He wants to find out what happens to people who are taken away. " ], [ "The same as the start as it is in the end - the terror that comes with truth. ", "The terror of not knowing. Harry will never truly know if he is sane or not. ", "The terror of forgetting himself, and the way his world was. ", "The terror of losing his son, and not remembering. " ], [ "He forgets all that happens, and goes back to life as it was. ", "He pretends to forget everything, because he is scared of the consequences if he doesn't.", "He takes the treatment, allowing himself to forget all he learned. ", "He pretends to forget everything, for the sake of living in happy ignorance. " ], [ "The need to know the truth supersedes anything else. ", "A national disaster could result in a similar event happening. ", "The government is capable of completely reshaping the world, if they choose it. ", "\"Ignorance is bliss.\" Sometimes, you're better off not knowing the truth. " ], [ "To see that Harry truly forgot what he learned, and that the treatment was a success. ", "It wasn't a test - he says it was to cover up the comment he made about the ark. ", "To see if Harry could truly play the role of an unknowing person. ", "To test Harry's intelligence, and see if he truly understood the situation. " ], [ "Their supplies are simply dwindling - the area can't support the population. ", "The war has made it so people have to ration everything, and be mindful of what they use. ", "There is limited resources in the new world, and the Doctor is doing his best to manage that. ", "There is limited resources in the new world, and the government doesn't want people to realize that. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "Harry felt the rumbling beneath him. Engines?", "\"If you say so, Harry.\"", "\"Fine,\" Gloria answered. \"I'm starting her on the kindergarten book\n next week.\"\n\n\n \"She's five already?\" Harry asked.", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "hundred yards away—a big ramp led upward. And it was all gray plaster\n walls and dull black floors and cold white lighting, like a hospital,\n or a modern factory, or maybe a government building. Except that he" ], [ "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "\"If you say so, Harry.\"", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "\"Fine,\" Gloria answered. \"I'm starting her on the kindergarten book\n next week.\"\n\n\n \"She's five already?\" Harry asked.", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the" ], [ "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "She was fully awake now. \"If you'd only go see Dr. Hamming, Harry. Just\n for a checkup. Or let me call him so he could—\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming.", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"" ], [ "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "He nodded. He wanted to. He wanted to be taken care of. He turned\n toward Plum.", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Am I going to jail?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Where then?\"\n\n\n \"The doctor's place.\"", "\"If you say so, Harry.\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"", "them lower the metal thing over his head. He felt needles pierce his\n scalp and the back of his neck. He let them do what they wanted; he", "He didn't resist. He went through the second door into the room with\n the big chair. He sat down and let them strap his arms and legs and let" ], [ "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "A horrible, gut-wrenching fear, all the more horrible because it was\n based on nothing.", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "mind. And sometimes—like right now, lying in bed beside Edna, watching\n the first hint of light touch the windows—he began sweating with fear.", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "growing louder. And the air changing, smelling like air never had\n before in Cultwait County.\nHis entire body trembled. His mind trembled too. He walked, and came to", "His headache was back, worse now than it had ever been. His entire\n head throbbed, and he leaned forward and put his cheek against Plum's", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "He felt the fear again, and got up fast to escape it. Edna opened her\n eyes as soon as his weight left the bed. \"Like hotcakes for breakfast?\"" ], [ "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming.", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because" ], [ "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "I lived for survival, like a mole deep in the earth, expecting the\n catastrophe every minute. I survived because I gave up living to\n survive.\" He laughed, high and thin.", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "insane, you know. Three years now, playing God, waiting for some land,\n any land, to become habitable. And knowing everything, and surrounded\n by people who are sane only because I made sure they would know", "many millions of others. Dead, when the bombs fell. Dead, as everyone\n knew they would be and no one did anything to prevent. Dead. Perhaps\n the whole world is dead—except for us.\"", "He stepped back, back, and turned and ran. He ran wildly, blindly,\n until he could run no more. Then he fell, feeling the sand beneath him,\n and shut his eyes and mind to everything.", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "It took some doing. He tore his shirt on the barbed wire, but he got\n over and began walking, straight ahead, due north. The earth changed", "and out and up the stairs (they too had moved; they too weren't right)\n and into the bedroom and lay down. The bedroom was wrong. The bed was\n wrong. The windows were wrong.", "The chicken-run came alive; the barn followed minutes later. There were\n chores to do, the same chores he'd done all his forty-one years. Except", "\"I'm gonna lie down,\" he said flatly. He turned and stepped forward,\n and found himself facing the stove. Not the door to the hall; the", "\"You survived,\" the doctor said. \"Your wife. A few hundred others in\n the rural areas. One other family in your area. I survived because", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "He looked around. The gate should be further west. He rode that way.\n He found no gate. He turned back, heading east. No gate. Nothing but", "mind. And sometimes—like right now, lying in bed beside Edna, watching\n the first hint of light touch the windows—he began sweating with fear.", "He milked and curried and fed and cleaned, and still was done inside\n of two hours. Then he walked slowly, head down, across the hay-strewn", "growing louder. And the air changing, smelling like air never had\n before in Cultwait County.\nHis entire body trembled. His mind trembled too. He walked, and came to", "in bright sunlight, surging and seething endlessly. He felt the earth\n sway beneath him. He staggered, and dropped to his hands and knees, and", "He took another step. His shoes sounded against the wood. He walked.\n More wood. Wood that went on, as the sand had. And the roaring sound" ], [ "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Am I going to jail?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Where then?\"\n\n\n \"The doctor's place.\"", "for weeks. Edna begged him to see the doctor living in that new house\n two miles past Dugan's farm, but he refused. He point-blank refused to\n admit he was sick\nthat", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming.", "The doctor nodded. \"There's a police officer in the hall. He'll drive\n you home so there won't be any trouble with the travel regulations.\"", "She was fully awake now. \"If you'd only go see Dr. Hamming, Harry. Just\n for a checkup. Or let me call him so he could—\"", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "\"Diathermy,\" the little doctor muttered.\n\n\n Harry gave him a five-dollar bill. The doctor gave him two singles in\n change. \"That's certainly reasonable enough,\" Harry said.", "came to see you, Doctor Hamming. I feel better already, and after only\n one.... What do you call these treatments?\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "\"A test, Mr. Burr. You passed it. Goodbye.\"", "\"You survived,\" the doctor said. \"Your wife. A few hundred others in\n the rural areas. One other family in your area. I survived because", "\"I'm gonna lie down,\" he said flatly. He turned and stepped forward,\n and found himself facing the stove. Not the door to the hall; the", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "He went on toward the road, his head beginning to throb. Why should\n a man his age, hardly sick at all since he was a kid, suddenly start\n losing hold this way? Edna was worried. The Shanks had noticed it too.", "He milked and curried and fed and cleaned, and still was done inside\n of two hours. Then he walked slowly, head down, across the hay-strewn", "He didn't resist. He went through the second door into the room with\n the big chair. He sat down and let them strap his arms and legs and let", "room. A thin little man with bald head and frameless glasses was there,\n putting on a white coat. His veiny hands shook. He looked a hundred\n years old. \"Where's Petey?\" he asked.", "He knelt to make sure, and his hand felt wooden planks. He rose, and\n glanced up to see if he was still outdoors. Then he laughed. It was a\n sick laugh, so he stopped it.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another" ], [ "you back your old lives. I couldn't give you big crops because we\n don't need big crops. We would only exhaust our limited soil with big", "many millions of others. Dead, when the bombs fell. Dead, as everyone\n knew they would be and no one did anything to prevent. Dead. Perhaps\n the whole world is dead—except for us.\"", "I lived for survival, like a mole deep in the earth, expecting the\n catastrophe every minute. I survived because I gave up living to\n survive.\" He laughed, high and thin.", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "\"Well, we got no choice. Country's on emergency rations. The current\n crisis, you know.\"", "No. It was against the travel regulations. He couldn't go further than\n Walt and Gloria Shanks' place. They couldn't go further than his. And", "The chicken-run came alive; the barn followed minutes later. There were\n chores to do, the same chores he'd done all his forty-one years. Except", "insane, you know. Three years now, playing God, waiting for some land,\n any land, to become habitable. And knowing everything, and surrounded\n by people who are sane only because I made sure they would know", "that now, with the new regulations about wheat and corn, he had only\n a vegetable patch to farm. Sure, he got paid for letting the fields\n remain empty. But it just didn't seem right, all that land going to", "\"You survived,\" the doctor said. \"Your wife. A few hundred others in\n the rural areas. One other family in your area. I survived because", "\"Eggs,\" he said. \"Bacon.\" And then, seeing her face change, he\n remembered. \"Course,\" he muttered. \"Can't have bacon. Rationed.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "all. It stopped beside him and two men got out. Young men with lined,\n tired faces; they wore policemen's uniforms. \"You broke regulations,\n Mr. Burr. You'll have to come with us.\"", "Then he realized he couldn't go along the road this way. He'd be\n reported. Breaking travel regulations was a serious offense. He didn't\n know what they did to you, but it wasn't anything easy like a fine.", "He milked and curried and fed and cleaned, and still was done inside\n of two hours. Then he walked slowly, head down, across the hay-strewn", "He stepped back, back, and turned and ran. He ran wildly, blindly,\n until he could run no more. Then he fell, feeling the sand beneath him,\n and shut his eyes and mind to everything.", "The way she said it irritated him. Like it was Scripture; like no one\n could question one word of it without being damned to Hell. He finished\n quickly and without speaking went on out to the barn.", "for weeks. Edna begged him to see the doctor living in that new house\n two miles past Dugan's farm, but he refused. He point-blank refused to\n admit he was sick\nthat", "and out and up the stairs (they too had moved; they too weren't right)\n and into the bedroom and lay down. The bedroom was wrong. The bed was\n wrong. The windows were wrong." ] ]

[ "What historical problem between men and women is no longer an issue in the 21st century and why?", "Why did Sordman and his team end up at the home of Mrs. Esposito?", "Who killed Bedler and Esposito?", "What conditions are needed for a Talent to probe a person's mind?", "What does Sordman find using his divining rod?", "Who was Jackie Baker?", "Who among the possible suspects (Mrs. Esposito, Jackie Baker, Raven English and Raven English's husband) for Bedler's murder has the strongest motive for murdering him and why?", "How did Sordman handle the hatred and disapproval he experienced from other citizens because of his psychic abilities?", "What characteristic do Jackie Baker and Raven English share?", "What incident explains why a lot of people hate the Talents so much?" ]

[ [ "Who does more chores is no longer an issue in the 21st century because every profession, from Sanitation Engineer to Protector is respected, and Housekeepers are subsidized by the government.", "Cheating on your partner is simply not done because marriage contracts can be made however long or short the couple want, reducing the driving force.", "Cheating on your partner is illegal in the 21st century, and if someone does it, the Protectors will find out using their telepathic abilities, and the cheater will go to jail.", "Cheating is no longer an issue because most people, like Sordman, are now Zen Christians, and due to the Zen teachings of not trying to grasp what you love, people allow their spouses to do what makes them happy." ], [ "Mrs. Esposito had been cheating on her life marriage to Mr. Esposito with the red-haired man who was one of the kidnappers of the teeenage girl. He admitted his crime.", "The teenage girl being held hostage at the Hotel Mark Twain by vigilantes who accused her of murder, claimed that Mrs. Esposito's son killed his father, i.e. her husband.", "Her husband was one of two people murdered the day before, and the Protector knew the hostage teenage girl had not done it, so he needed to see what information the wife could provide.", "Sordman and his team were investigating twenty-three murders, so they were working on quite a few cases at the same time.They had to fit interview in when they could." ], [ "Jackie Baker", "The story doesn't say", "Raven English", "Manager Kurt" ], [ "The Talents aren't really telepaths, they are only able to sense emotions no matter what they do.", "They have to inject a psychoactive drug and perform some form of repetitive body movements.", "It's all just a show to intimidate potential witnesses into giving evidence. The foundation is just good police work.", "They just need a photo of a person and a plastic divining rod and they can find any missing person." ], [ "He finds soft earth in a nearby clump of woods, indicating disturbed ground - the place where Esposito's body was buried.", "They find evidence that Mrs. Esposito was cheating on Mr. Esposito, and jealousy was the motive for the killing.", "He and his team end up in a small wooded area, in the middle of a bunch of trees, but there is nothing useful at that spot.", "He finds a copy of the newspaper photo of Esposito, cut in half and crumpled up." ], [ "She was the former wife of the second murder victim.", "She was the teenager kidnapped by the vigilantes as a \"witch\" and murderer.", "She was the woman that Mr. Esposito was cheating with.", "She was the murderer of Mr. Bedler." ], [ "Raven English. Jackie Baker tells us that she is a sadist and that her current husband is miserable. ", "Mrs. Esposito. She had a life marriage contract with her husband, but she discovered that her husband was having an affair with Bedler.", "Raven English's current husband. He was the one most injured by Bedler's actions, because his marriage contract had another 6 months to go, and Raven was being pursued by Bedler.", "Jackie Baker. She was truly in love with Bedler, and was pining for his love, but he had moved on when their marriage contract ended." ], [ "He hated conflict and just avoided people who referred to people with the Talent as \"witches.\"", "He ignored his detractors, because if he wanted, he could have probed their minds to find some kind of wrongdoing and put them in jail.", "He tried to convince them that Psychics like him were superior to people without telepathic abilities so that they would undertand why he was useful.", "He sent forth positive feelings, such as thoughts of apple pie, thoughts of how resilient people are, and he tried to show respect to all." ], [ "They both wear kimonos.", "They both think people with the Talent are witches and are afraid of them.", "They both have blonde hair.", "They were both spurned by Bedler, and aren't that sad that he is dead." ], [ "Sordman has sexual thoughts about all the women he meets and he uses his Talent to pick promising ones. A lot of those with psychic powers do this.", "Sordman, for example, has sloppy black hair and a red beard and wears flashy clothes. People don't like people who are different.", "People with the Talent gravitate to police work, and everyone hates the police.", "Those with the Talent accidentally brush against the minds of others, affecting their moods, even when they are not trying to, as happens in the coffee house incident." ] ]

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[ [ "from 1800 to 1990, the whole marriage system of the Twenty-First\n Century was immoral; but there were still prudes. And women still\n preserved the conventions.", "Sordman laughed in his belly. No matter what the rules were, few women\n publicly admitted they had broken them. By the standards of the period", "talk about his job with his wife. But his son—who would some day be\n a member of his father's class—would have received a certain amount\n of practical advice. Perhaps Mylady resented being left out of her", "\"Why 'her'?\" Lee asked. \"Why 'her' instead of 'him'?\"\n\n\n The girl looked at Sordman. \"Can't you just probe my mind? Do I have to\n answer questions?\"", "But he can't keep to one girl.\" She gulped down the whole glass. \"He\n told me so himself. He was so wonderful to live with I went insane", "\"Oh, quit being prudish,\" George said. \"These things happen all the\n time.\" He turned to the girl. \"We were told you and Joe Bedler were\n making plans to get married when your present contract ends.\"", "every time he looked at another girl. I knew he was shopping for his\n next wife.\" She wiggled in her chair. \"Is that what you want to know?\"", "\"I felt it just then!\"\n\n\n \"It was no more than I could help. I'm sorry if I've hurt you.\"\n\n\n \"Go away!\"", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "\"Citizens,\" he said, \"this man deserves your respect. No matter what\n a man does, he's bound to offend someone. This Citizen values his", "months to go. But there was a dance last week and I saw the two of them\n disappear into the park. Raven's husband hunted all over for her. He\n looked horrible. I pitied him.\"", "He loved women and engaged in sex with lusty, triumphant joy. To him it\n was a celebration of the sacred mystery of life. He hoped some of this\n emotion reached its target.\n\n\n He started talking without asking for a parley.", "\"The world is filled with it,\" George said. \"I favor short-term\n marriages. They're the only way a person can practice a difficult art", "\"Let him talk!\" the fat man growled. He stared at the thick hands he\n spread on the table. \"The girl has said all night she's innocent. Maybe", "\"Now can you tell us why you think the killer is a woman?\" George asked.\nThe girl held out her glass and George filled it. \"Because he was the", "in a clear field beneath an open sky while your murderer lay home in\n his bed. No wonder they dragged a girl from her parents and bullied her\n till dawn.", "adultery any more. \"When the rules are carefully tailored to human\n needs,\" Lee often said, \"there's no excuse for breaking them.\"", "Something very strong. Sex frustration! The young man had an athletic\n body and a handsome, chiselled face. On his yellow vest he wore the\n emblem of a Second Class Technician. But even a young man with adequate", "my arms and drain all the tears you're holding back. But he couldn't.\n His contract with his wife had six months to run and no one committed", "\"Kill the witch!\" a young man shouted.\nLord, grant me love....\nHis eyes focused on the rifle bearers. One of them half-raised his gun.\n Then the butt clumped on the floor." ], [ "George felt impatient. Sordman shot him a questioning glance. \"Where\n does Manager Kurt live?\"\n\n\n \"In Baltimore,\" the boy said.\n\n\n \"Mylady, may we use your phone?\"", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"You're bewitched!\" the young man said. \"I told you not to let him in.\"\n\n\n \"I've come to talk,\" Sordman said. \"Who's the leader of your group?\"", "\"She ought to see a psycher! And that's why you came?\"\n\n\n \"We're not accusing you,\" Sordman said. \"But we've got to follow every\n lead.\"", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "\"Sure. Let's go in and sit down.\"\n\n\n There were just a few people in the coffee house. Sordman ordered and\n told them what he had learned.", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said.", "\"You all have children,\" Sordman said. \"Would you like to see them\n dragged out at night and treated the way you've treated this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We've got to protect ourselves!\" the young man said.", "\"Certainly,\" Sordman said.\n\n\n Lee and George went to a coffee house on the next floor down.", "The men up there were scared. Sordman knew he would die if he lost\n control. But Lee and George were scared, too. Even now, standing in the\n park in early morning, their fear battered at his mind.", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "\"I wish you could probe everyone in the building,\" George said. \"All we\n get is gossip.\"\n\n\n \"The husband of this Raven English has a motive,\" Lee said. \"Why don't\n we visit her?\"", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them" ], [ "\"I know. But Esponito's murder gives us more leads than Bedler's.\n Bedler didn't even have a one-month wife when he died. Lots of people\n knew the Administrator and might have had a grudge against him.\"", "\"Mmm. If he did, Administrator Esponito was probably attacked on the\n spur of the moment. And we should be seeing who wanted to kill Bedler.\"\n\n\n \"What about Manager Kurt?\"", "\"The fact the killer used the newspaper picture doesn't\nprove\nBedler\n was the real victim,\" George said. \"But it indicates it.\"", "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "\"Let's assume it's true,\" Sordman said, \"and see where it leads us.\"\n\n\n \"Bedler was married,\" Lee said. \"I remember that from our briefing.\"", "\"She's a sadist. I know she is. She's just the type to do this. She\n likes to play with men and hurt them. Her poor husband is a nervous\n wreck. I know she killed Joe, Protector. She hates us!\"", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"Two men died yesterday. I've come to hunt out the murderer and put him\n away. What's the evidence against this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We found drugs and a divining rod in her room.\"", "\"Now can you tell us why you think the killer is a woman?\" George asked.\nThe girl held out her glass and George filled it. \"Because he was the", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said.", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "\"Oh, quit being prudish,\" George said. \"These things happen all the\n time.\" He turned to the girl. \"We were told you and Joe Bedler were\n making plans to get married when your present contract ends.\"", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "in a clear field beneath an open sky while your murderer lay home in\n his bed. No wonder they dragged a girl from her parents and bullied her\n till dawn.", "there are three possibilities: both victims were picked at random; both\n victims are in some way related; or one victim was killed to confuse\n the police.\"", "\"I'm sorry we have to force our way in,\" he said. \"And I'm sorry you\n don't approve of Talent. But please remember two men have died and a", "The beer hall was large and gloomy. The butts and ashes of the night's\n smoking filled its trays. Fourteen men watched him come. Half a dozen\n had hunting rifles.", "The girl closed her eyes. \"I'll try not to be upset. I hope you find\n whoever killed him. I'd like to find her.\"" ], [ "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "A rifleman shuffled uneasily. \"It's the only way. Mind killers use\n their Talent to tie their tongues and confuse us. Only pain can break\n their control.\"", "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "\"What good will that do?\" Sordman said. \"Do you think I could control a\n man all the time he's in prison and on trial? If I use my Talent more\n than a few hours, I collapse.\"", "\"Why 'her'?\" Lee asked. \"Why 'her' instead of 'him'?\"\n\n\n The girl looked at Sordman. \"Can't you just probe my mind? Do I have to\n answer questions?\"", "\"I'm sorry we have to force our way in,\" he said. \"And I'm sorry you\n don't approve of Talent. But please remember two men have died and a", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "The man stepped in front of him. \"Leave me alone, freak. Let me think\n my own thoughts!\"\n\n\n \"Citizen, I haven't touched your mind.\"", "drugs and preparation, he could command the entire range of psi powers.\n Without drugs, he could sense the emotions and sometimes the general\n thought patterns of the people near him.", "\"I'm trying to.\"\n\n\n \"Murderer! Mind witch!\"\n\n\n He was faced with a strong mind that valued its independence. Anything\n he did would be detected and resented.", "Without drugs and preparation, Sordman needed visual contact to sense\n emotions. But he didn't need Talent to sense the hatred in that voice.\n\n\n He pictured a rough block of stone.", "It was wet with dew. He held it to his nose and smelled the dirt and\n grass. Two things kept him from destruction by his own Talent. He loved\n the physical world and he believed in God.", "\"We'd better go with you,\" Lee Shawn said. \"There's an awful lot of\n fear up there. They'll kill you as soon as they learn you're a Talent.\"", "Sordman understood their fear. Psi was a new and dangerous force.\n Its use demanded moral and intellectual discipline. Only a rare and", "\"That's a fairy tale,\" Sordman said. \"Without drugs a Talent is\n helpless.\"", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "He called it his battle robe. Habit played a big part in the\n development of Talent. The same clothing, the same ritualized\n movements, helped put his mind in the proper state.", "They talked. Sordman picked his way through fourteen minds. As always,\n he found what he wanted.", "privacy—which is good—and therefore I make him angry. I hope the good\n my Talent lets me do outweighs the bad. Forgive me, brother.\"", "The wall between his conscious and unconscious mind collapsed.\n Lightning flashed in his eyes. Colors sang in his brain. Walls, floor,\n table, chairs became extensions of his mind. They danced with the balls" ], [ "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "They talked. Sordman picked his way through fourteen minds. As always,\n he found what he wanted.", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "\"Two men died yesterday. I've come to hunt out the murderer and put him\n away. What's the evidence against this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We found drugs and a divining rod in her room.\"", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "His hands, miles from his mind, fumbled in the case. The balls danced\n and bobbed in the air. He laughed and unfolded his divining rod. The\n furniture bounced. Mylady Esponito screamed.", "window-wall beside the table, to a grove of trees in the park.\nCreation roaring in his open head, divining rod in hand, he stormed", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "SORDMAN THE PROTECTOR\nBY TOM PURDOM\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "George felt impatient. Sordman shot him a questioning glance. \"Where\n does Manager Kurt live?\"\n\n\n \"In Baltimore,\" the boy said.\n\n\n \"Mylady, may we use your phone?\"", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"" ], [ "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "\"Who told you that?\" Raven English said. She frowned. \"Was it that\n Jackie Baker?\"\n\n\n \"Why her?\" George asked.", "\"Citizen Baker, I'm Protector Andrew Sordman. May we talk to you?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly, Protector. Welcome.\"", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"She's a sadist. I know she is. She's just the type to do this. She\n likes to play with men and hurt them. Her poor husband is a nervous\n wreck. I know she killed Joe, Protector. She hates us!\"", "A fat, redheaded man sat a little apart from the group. He radiated a\n special kind of concern. He was concerned for the girl and for his own", "\"You don't take John seriously?\" Mylady said.\n\n\n \"We'll have to ask the Baltimore police to check on the Manager. It may\n not mean anything, but we have to follow every lead.\"", "\"Just about. The picture's over by that tree. It feels like it's\n rumpled up.\"\n\n\n After a minute's hunt, they found it. It had been rolled into a ball\n and tossed away.", "months to go. But there was a dance last week and I saw the two of them\n disappear into the park. Raven's husband hunted all over for her. He\n looked horrible. I pitied him.\"", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"Let's assume it's true,\" Sordman said, \"and see where it leads us.\"\n\n\n \"Bedler was married,\" Lee said. \"I remember that from our briefing.\"", "Sordman rabbit-punched a tree as he passed it. \"It was a one-year\n contract, and it ended two weeks ago.\"\n\n\n \"I smell jealousy,\" Lee said.", "He let them talk. He stood there and thought apple pies and the\n brotherhood of man and the time he and his second wife spent three days\n in bed. And the big block of stone.", "\"Oh, quit being prudish,\" George said. \"These things happen all the\n time.\" He turned to the girl. \"We were told you and Joe Bedler were\n making plans to get married when your present contract ends.\"", "She was a lean, handsome woman in her early forties. A\n lawyer-politician, she was the Guggenheim Foundation's lobbyist. For\n years she had fought against laws to outlaw the development of Talent.", "\"Let him talk!\" the fat man growled. He stared at the thick hands he\n spread on the table. \"The girl has said all night she's innocent. Maybe", "\"The fact the killer used the newspaper picture doesn't\nprove\nBedler\n was the real victim,\" George said. \"But it indicates it.\"", "The beer hall was large and gloomy. The butts and ashes of the night's\n smoking filled its trays. Fourteen men watched him come. Half a dozen\n had hunting rifles.", "\"We've got the girl,\" John Dyer said. \"She can't hurt us while we're\n waiting.\"" ], [ "\"I wish you could probe everyone in the building,\" George said. \"All we\n get is gossip.\"\n\n\n \"The husband of this Raven English has a motive,\" Lee said. \"Why don't\n we visit her?\"", "\"I know. But Esponito's murder gives us more leads than Bedler's.\n Bedler didn't even have a one-month wife when he died. Lots of people\n knew the Administrator and might have had a grudge against him.\"", "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "\"Who told you that?\" Raven English said. She frowned. \"Was it that\n Jackie Baker?\"\n\n\n \"Why her?\" George asked.", "\"Mmm. If he did, Administrator Esponito was probably attacked on the\n spur of the moment. And we should be seeing who wanted to kill Bedler.\"\n\n\n \"What about Manager Kurt?\"", "\"She's a sadist. I know she is. She's just the type to do this. She\n likes to play with men and hurt them. Her poor husband is a nervous\n wreck. I know she killed Joe, Protector. She hates us!\"", "months to go. But there was a dance last week and I saw the two of them\n disappear into the park. Raven's husband hunted all over for her. He\n looked horrible. I pitied him.\"", "\"The fact the killer used the newspaper picture doesn't\nprove\nBedler\n was the real victim,\" George said. \"But it indicates it.\"", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said.", "\"Your husband was a very important man,\" Lee said. \"Would anyone gain\n by his death?\"", "\"Now can you tell us why you think the killer is a woman?\" George asked.\nThe girl held out her glass and George filled it. \"Because he was the", "\"Our want?\" her son asked. He stood rigidly beside his mother's chair.\n His clothes were rich and formal tweed.\n\n\n \"Do you want to find the killer?\"", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"Let's assume it's true,\" Sordman said, \"and see where it leads us.\"\n\n\n \"Bedler was married,\" Lee said. \"I remember that from our briefing.\"", "\"Two men died yesterday. I've come to hunt out the murderer and put him\n away. What's the evidence against this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We found drugs and a divining rod in her room.\"", "\"Just before our marriage ended, I found out he was seeing Raven\n English as much as he could. He didn't break the rules. But when we", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "He felt a sudden resentment in the woman. Why? The boy didn't feel as\n if he was lying. Maybe Esponito had been the kind of man who didn't", "she is. Maybe the Protector can do what we haven't done and find the\n real killer.\"" ], [ "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "Without drugs and preparation, Sordman needed visual contact to sense\n emotions. But he didn't need Talent to sense the hatred in that voice.\n\n\n He pictured a rough block of stone.", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "Sordman understood their fear. Psi was a new and dangerous force.\n Its use demanded moral and intellectual discipline. Only a rare and", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "\"I'm not frightened. I just don't like Talent.\"\n\n\n Most of the men frowned. They didn't share the prejudice. A few nodded\n and mumbled and shot dark glances at Sordman.", "\"You all have children,\" Sordman said. \"Would you like to see them\n dragged out at night and treated the way you've treated this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We've got to protect ourselves!\" the young man said.", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "His fellow humans often made him gawk in wonder. Some people say we're\n psychic cripples, he thought. And maybe we are. But we do our work and", "Sordman studied the young man's emotions. He was frightened, but only\n a little more than the others. There was something else there, too.", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "The men up there were scared. Sordman knew he would die if he lost\n control. But Lee and George were scared, too. Even now, standing in the\n park in early morning, their fear battered at his mind.", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said.", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "Sordman stroked his beard. Mentally, he cuddled her in his arms and\n murmured comfort to her.\n\n\n She hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her body." ], [ "\"Who told you that?\" Raven English said. She frowned. \"Was it that\n Jackie Baker?\"\n\n\n \"Why her?\" George asked.", "\"Who's Raven English?\"", "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "months to go. But there was a dance last week and I saw the two of them\n disappear into the park. Raven's husband hunted all over for her. He\n looked horrible. I pitied him.\"", "\"Just before our marriage ended, I found out he was seeing Raven\n English as much as he could. He didn't break the rules. But when we", "\"I wish you could probe everyone in the building,\" George said. \"All we\n get is gossip.\"\n\n\n \"The husband of this Raven English has a motive,\" Lee said. \"Why don't\n we visit her?\"", "They finished their coffee and cigarettes and trudged out.\nRaven English, one-year wife of Leonard Smith, did not meet them at the", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "in a clear field beneath an open sky while your murderer lay home in\n his bed. No wonder they dragged a girl from her parents and bullied her\n till dawn.", "\"Two men died yesterday. I've come to hunt out the murderer and put him\n away. What's the evidence against this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We found drugs and a divining rod in her room.\"", "\"She's a sadist. I know she is. She's just the type to do this. She\n likes to play with men and hurt them. Her poor husband is a nervous\n wreck. I know she killed Joe, Protector. She hates us!\"", "Hunched over, weeping, a thin, dark-haired girl sat beneath an\n unshaded light. A shiver of anger crossed his brain.", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "A fat woman in a black kimono walked toward him. She had one hand on\n her hip and her eyes were narrowed and hard. Sordman smiled. He felt\n her fear and distrust, and her determination not to let such emotions\n conquer her.", "The door opened. A dark-haired, slender girl stood in the doorway. Her\n skin was brown and her lips were pink, unpainted flesh. She wore a red\n kimono.\n\n\n \"All right. Come in.\"", "\"Just about. The picture's over by that tree. It feels like it's\n rumpled up.\"\n\n\n After a minute's hunt, they found it. It had been rolled into a ball\n and tossed away.", "\"Now can you tell us why you think the killer is a woman?\" George asked.\nThe girl held out her glass and George filled it. \"Because he was the", "He picked them up and towed them with him. The girl in the beer hall\n cried in his heart. The fox is many hills away and the hound grows\n impatient.\n\n\n They landed in a heap.", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said." ], [ "\"I'm not frightened. I just don't like Talent.\"\n\n\n Most of the men frowned. They didn't share the prejudice. A few nodded\n and mumbled and shot dark glances at Sordman.", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "They were frightened here. Murder had been done. A Talent had\n destroyed two men.\nLord, protect us from the malice of a witch.", "\"I'm sorry we have to force our way in,\" he said. \"And I'm sorry you\n don't approve of Talent. But please remember two men have died and a", "\"We'd better go with you,\" Lee Shawn said. \"There's an awful lot of\n fear up there. They'll kill you as soon as they learn you're a Talent.\"", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "Without drugs and preparation, Sordman needed visual contact to sense\n emotions. But he didn't need Talent to sense the hatred in that voice.\n\n\n He pictured a rough block of stone.", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "It was wet with dew. He held it to his nose and smelled the dirt and\n grass. Two things kept him from destruction by his own Talent. He loved\n the physical world and he believed in God.", "A rifleman shuffled uneasily. \"It's the only way. Mind killers use\n their Talent to tie their tongues and confuse us. Only pain can break\n their control.\"", "She was a lean, handsome woman in her early forties. A\n lawyer-politician, she was the Guggenheim Foundation's lobbyist. For\n years she had fought against laws to outlaw the development of Talent.", "\"I am Talent Andrew Sordman, Fellow—\"\n\n\n \"\nGo away, witch!\n\"", "\"What good will that do?\" Sordman said. \"Do you think I could control a\n man all the time he's in prison and on trial? If I use my Talent more\n than a few hours, I collapse.\"", "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "privacy—which is good—and therefore I make him angry. I hope the good\n my Talent lets me do outweighs the bad. Forgive me, brother.\"", "\"That's a fairy tale,\" Sordman said. \"Without drugs a Talent is\n helpless.\"", "His fellow humans often made him gawk in wonder. Some people say we're\n psychic cripples, he thought. And maybe we are. But we do our work and", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "Sordman understood their fear. Psi was a new and dangerous force.\n Its use demanded moral and intellectual discipline. Only a rare and", "He was a big young man with sloppy black hair and a red beard. His\n fashionably ornate clothes covered the body of a first class Talent." ] ]

[ "What kind of life does the author imply that nonconforms lead?", "Why does the narrator need to travel to Center One?", "Who are the Deacons in this story?", "Why was the the narrator classified as N/P?", "What was the problem with the narrator's alphanumeric designation?", "What was the ostensible reason all the people given new identifiers by the state, and what is implied about the real reason?", "What was the result of ten years of using nuclear devices on Earth?", "What is the difference between living in the Northern hemisphere or the Southern?", "Why did the cyb answer the narrator's routine statement, \"Thanks,\" by saying that information on tanks is military information, and classified\"?", "Why is LARA portrayed as being attractive and charming?" ]

[ [ "They are quickly arrested and sent to a colony on Mars where the true conditions are not known to the narrator, but by the end of the story, he gains the impression that nonconforms may actually be freer and more hopeful than those on Earth.", "There is no Mars colony covered with forests. Nonconforms are taken to extermination camps and never seen again.", "They are sent to the Marscol prison, where prisoners are kept alone in desolate cement yards except for when they are having sex with other prisoners.", "They are sent to Mars, where the land is divided into warring southern and northern halves, and just like on Earth, the North half dominates the South." ], [ "To see the head of Opsych to try to get his Emotional Adjustmetn Category lowered.", "To see the head of Opsych to interview for a new job and escape his N/P status.", " To see the head of Opsych to try to get his Emotional Adjustment Category raised.", "To see the head of Opsych to get permission to mate with LARA." ], [ "The society is so bureaucratic that no one can figure out how to accomplish anything, and the Deacons are like ombudsmen, helping citizens work their way through the red tape.", "They fulfuill the role of morality police in the totalitarian society of the story, enforcing proper thought.", "They are secret Nonconforms, and they circulate through the society trying to recruit more of them, in preparation for a revolution.", "The society in the story is very conservative and religious. People who want to demonstrate their faith by helping others adhere to the Way turn up everywhere to evangelize." ], [ "Because he refused his boss's order to work in a section of the company other than interstellar drives, which was his expertise.", "To keep him away from Lara.", "Because he never even tried to look for a mate till he was in his mid-thirtie, so there was no point in society wasting resources on him.", "He chose to go on N/P status because he wanted the challenge of living a more spartan life. " ], [ "The alphabetic part of his name was so common that no one could remember who he was - he was forgotten.", "The alphabetic part of his name instantly marked him as a non-conformist, even though to this point in his life, he had been completely conformist.", "The alphabetic part of his designation was instantly recognized as being an offensive term when pronounced, as citizens were wont to do with their alpha-designations.", "The alphabetic part of his designation was literally unspeakable, as in, it was impossible to generate the sounds to pronounce it." ], [ "With the population growing, the state considered it efficient to give each citizen a unique identifier. Unique identifiers are also a great convenience to a totalitarian state in being able to track the actions of every citizen through their unique identifiers.", "The unique identifiers contained genetic information in the numbers and letters, which made it easier to tell whose genes were damaged by radiation, to avoid picking them as a mate. Underlying this was the totalitarian hope of creating more perfect citizens.", "Traditional names did not fit into computer programs as well as unique identifiers. One person's Real Food allotment was constantly being given to another person by mistake. With unique identifiers. individuals could get all the benefits they were supposed to get.", "When the Earth split into competing \"North\" and \"South\" hemispheres of influence, the North got all the Chinese, and duplicate names were extremely common, which was confusing. With unique identifiers, individual citizens could get all the benefits they were entitled to." ], [ "It eliminated poverty, and made it possible to adequately feed all of the two bilion people on Earth at that time.", "Nothing happened. Nuclear war was outlawed, and nuclear was just one of the power sources used to support everyone's modern life.", "Earth now consisted of large stretches of barren land with neither flora nor fauna, and a lot of people had genetic defects that produced undesirable or non-viable offspring.", "Life on earth was nearly extinguished, except for roaches and rats, which is why a colony was started on Mars, and why people have to now do everything inside radiation-hardened offices and living machines." ], [ "The atomic period had a much more pronounced effect on the North. In the South, people live more as they did throughout human history.", "The North is more industrialized and richer than the South.", "There is not much difference. North and South live in a state of cold war, and are very easily matched.", "The North has a totalitarian government. It sends its criminals to Marscol in the South, so the South is a very rough place, but it has almost no government at all." ], [ "Because the cyb could read minds as well as hearing and speaking, and knew that the narrator wished he still had his highly classified military job.", "Because the narrator has a lisp that prevents him from pronouncing some words correctly, so he was misunderstood.", "The cyb crossed wires and delivered the response meant for another man's question to him, instead.", "Because the cyb voices were not able to handle the phonetic unit represented by \"t\" and \"h\" together." ], [ "To provide motivation for the narrator to carry through on trying to get a different identifier.", "This attractive girl was placed in this job role by the Deacons to act as a lure to trap potential nonconforms.", "The Northern State often put pretty girls into dead-end jobs with little exposure to the public so that theu would not distract important, efficient members of society from their jobs.", "To titillate the mostly male readers of the science fiction magazine where this piece was originally published." ] ]

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[ [ "to freedom. Don't stop now. Don't sink back into the lifelessness of\n conformity. Go on ... on and on. Keep struggling, for that is the only\n answer....\n\"", "I might infract socially and be classified a nonconform and sent to\n Marscol. I'd heard rumors that in that desolate land, on that desolate", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "And the drama seemed to point out that there was no more security for\n the nonconformists out there than for us here on Earth. Maybe somewhere", "life, and the whole of that life had been spent under the State. I knew\n no other way to act. Suppressing what little individuality I might", "\"\nShe was not only trying to get me to commit nonconformity, but making\n heretical remarks besides. I awoke that time and half-expected a Deacon", "And then there was the problem of everyday existence. You might say\n it's lucky to be an N/P for a while. I've heard people say that. Basic\n needs provided, worlds of leisure time; on the surface it sounds\n attractive.", "Mars, wanted to attack and conquer the north. The nonconformists, led\n by our pilot, came through for the State in the end. Corn is thicker\n than water. Standard.", "of life and intense animation. It didn't exactly show; it radiated. It\n seemed to sing out from her clear complexion, from her figure, which\n even a tunic could not hide, from everything about her.", "Reading the last quote, I notice a curious effect. It says what I feel.\n Of course I didn't feel that way on that particular morning. I was", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "I would like to be in a mating booth with her, I thought, the full\n authorized twenty minutes. And I knew I was unconformist and the\n realization hardly scared me at all.", "wonderfully happy. Our eyes were sad too, but we were really happy,\n quietly happy, and that was why our lips stayed upon the brink of a\n smile.", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "Yet instinct told me that wasn't the answer, either. I thought of a\n verse by an ancient pre-atomic poet named Hoffenstein. (People had\n unwieldy, random combinations of letters for names in those days.) The\n poem went:", "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "shadow of a bird across one of the lawns in one of the great parks\n topside. Very non-standard. Yet I wasn't offended; if anything, I felt\n suddenly and disturbingly pleased.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate" ], [ "\"I can find his location on the cyb here. Center One, the capital, for\n a guess. You'll have to get a travel permit to go there, of course.\n Just a moment.\"", "Like most important places, the Govpub Office in Center Four was\n underground. I could have taken a tunnelcar more quickly, but it seemed", "and hearings and innumerable visits to the capital in Center One. But\n if I should infract—deliberately infract—it would enable the chief to\n let me go. The equivalent of resigning.", "I woke writhing and in a sweat again.\n\n\n It was morning.\n\n\n I dressed and headed for the jetcopter stage and the ship for Center\n One.", "in the capital all right. It didn't give the exact location of his\n office, but it did tell how to find the underground bay in Center One\n containing the Opsych offices.", "I made it in a day. Just. I got my permit thirty seconds before closing\n time. I was to take the jetcopter to Center One at 0700 hours the\n following morning.", "I awoke. The glowlight was on, slowly increasing. I was in my living\n machine in Center Four, where I belonged, and all the familiar things\n were about me, reality was back, but I was breathing very hard.", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "I had the usual difficulties at Travbur the next day. I won't go into\n them, except to say that I was batted from office to office like a ping", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "The ship was comfortable and departed on time, a transport with seats\n for about twenty passengers. I sat near the tail and moodily busied", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "At the entrance to the Govpub warren there was a big director cyb, a\n plate with a speaker and switch. The sign on it said to switch it on\n and get close to the speaker and I did.", "her move. I had almost forgotten why I'd come here. The lights blinked\n on and off and the typers clacked softly as the machine sorted out\n information.", "She tore off a slip of paper, consulted it, and said, \"Information\n desired is in Bank 29. Please follow me.\"", "qualify in that field, although it was a poor substitute for a space\n drive expert. I removed the band and stepped across the room and\n turned off the oscillator. I went back to my egg and my bitter memories.", "\"Not impossible. My guess is that you'll be at Travbur all day\n tomorrow, maybe even the next day. But you ought to be able to swing it\n if you hold out long enough.\"", "I made my decision suddenly. Waves of emotion carried me along. I got\n up, crossed the room to the directory, and pushbuttoned to find the\n location of the nearest Govpub office.", "I went from bureau to bureau, office to office, department to\n department—any place where they might use a space drive expert. A" ], [ "There were two Deacons by the central desk. They were burly and had\n that hard, pinched-face look and wore the usual black belts. Electric\n clubs hung from the belts. Spidery looking pistols were at their sides.", "Deacons sat across from them. The Deacons' backs were turned to me and\n I could see the prisoners' faces.", "Lara and I crossed the room silently, she back to her desk, I to the\n exit door. The Deacons' remote, disapproving eyes swung in azimuth,\n tracking us.", "If you were disappointed with your new designation, you didn't\n complain. You didn't want a sudden visit from the Deacons during the\n night.", "\"\nShe was not only trying to get me to commit nonconformity, but making\n heretical remarks besides. I awoke that time and half-expected a Deacon", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "in the forward seats. Man and woman, they were, a youngish, rather\n non-descript couple, thin, very quiet. They were manacled and two", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "I tried to break the sad mood, and started to look around at some of\n the other passengers. That was when I first noticed the prisoners", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "and hearings and innumerable visits to the capital in Center One. But\n if I should infract—deliberately infract—it would enable the chief to\n let me go. The equivalent of resigning.", "There will be a way. There must be a way. The rules are so mixed up\n that a clever man can do almost anything. Do it, please—for me.\n\"", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "were so many regulations that if you just took the time to work it out,\n you could justify damn near anything. I knew what the chief was up to.\n Just to remove me from my post would have taken a year of applications", "I awoke. The glowlight was on, slowly increasing. I was in my living\n machine in Center Four, where I belonged, and all the familiar things\n were about me, reality was back, but I was breathing very hard.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "Mars, wanted to attack and conquer the north. The nonconformists, led\n by our pilot, came through for the State in the end. Corn is thicker\n than water. Standard." ], [ "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "\"I—er—no post at present. N/P status.\"\n\n\n Her fingers moved on the steno.\n\n\n I gave her my address and she recorded that.", "And then there was the problem of everyday existence. You might say\n it's lucky to be an N/P for a while. I've heard people say that. Basic\n needs provided, worlds of leisure time; on the surface it sounds\n attractive.", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "She worked at the machine again, trying it on general data. The printed\n slip came out a moment later and she read it to me. Chief, Opsych, was", "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "Then I paused again.\n\n\n She said, \"And your name?\"\n\n\n I took a deep breath and told her.", "Well, I couldn't get myself off N/P status until I got a post, and\n with my name I\ncouldn't\nget a post.", "Then the cyb said, \"Proceed to Numbering and Identity section. Consult\n alphabetical list and diagram on your left for location of same.\"\n\n\n \"Thanks,\" I said absent-mindedly.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "\"Not right here. N. & I. isn't a very popular section. Most people who\n come to Govpub spend their time researching in the ancient manuscript\n room. The—er—social habits of the pre-atomic civilization.\"", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "She put a handsteno on the desk top and said, \"Name? Address? Post?\"\n\n\n I froze. I stood there and stared at her.\n\n\n She looked up and said, \"Well?\"", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "I will never forget the first day I received my new four letter\n combination and reported it to my chief, as required. I was unthinkably" ], [ "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "Then the cyb said, \"Proceed to Numbering and Identity section. Consult\n alphabetical list and diagram on your left for location of same.\"\n\n\n \"Thanks,\" I said absent-mindedly.", "I switched it off.\nNumbering and Identity wasn't hard to find. I took the shaft to the\n proper level and then it was only a walk of a few hundred yards through\n the glowlit corridors.", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "She worked at the machine again, trying it on general data. The printed\n slip came out a moment later and she read it to me. Chief, Opsych, was", "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "The telecomics kidded renumbering. One went a little too far and\n they psycho-scanned him and then sent him to Marscol as a dangerous\n nonconform.", "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "As I leaned forward to sit, the metal tag dangled from my neck,\n catching the glowlight. My identity tag.\n\n\n Everything came back in a rush—", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "I will never forget the first day I received my new four letter\n combination and reported it to my chief, as required. I was unthinkably", "I awoke. The glowlight was on, slowly increasing. I was in my living\n machine in Center Four, where I belonged, and all the familiar things\n were about me, reality was back, but I was breathing very hard.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "the terrible risk?\nYou remember renumbering. Two years ago. You remember how it was then;\n how everybody looked forward to his new designation, and how everybody" ], [ "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "life, and the whole of that life had been spent under the State. I knew\n no other way to act. Suppressing what little individuality I might", "the terrible risk?\nYou remember renumbering. Two years ago. You remember how it was then;\n how everybody looked forward to his new designation, and how everybody", "There had to be renumbering. We all understood that. With the\n population of Northem already past two billion, the old designations", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "She must have guessed what I had in mind. I said, \"I didn't think it\n would be easy.\"\n\n\n \"It seems that the only agency authorized to change a State Serial\n under any circumstances is Opsych.\"", "I didn't really mind at first. My new living machine was smaller, but\n basically comfortable, and since I was still a loyal member of the\n state and a verified conformist, I wouldn't starve.", "Stateleader, for instance, has the designation AAAA-111/111. Now, to\n address somebody by calling off four letters is a little clumsy. We try", "\"Opsych?\" You can't keep up with all these departments.\n\n\n \"The Office of Psychological Adjustment. They can change you if you go\n from a lower to higher E.A.C.\"", "The telecomics kidded renumbering. One went a little too far and\n they psycho-scanned him and then sent him to Marscol as a dangerous\n nonconform.", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "We were renumbered, then, in Northem. You know the system: everybody\n now has six digits and an additional prefix or suffix of four letters.", "As I leaned forward to sit, the metal tag dangled from my neck,\n catching the glowlight. My identity tag.\n\n\n Everything came back in a rush—", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "\"\nTry it\n,\" she said. \"\nDo it. Start tomorrow to get your name changed.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"" ], [ "myself watching the gaunt brown earth far below. Between Centers there\n was mostly desert, only occasional patches of green. Before the atomic\n decade, I had heard, nearly all the earth was green and teemed with", "life ... birds, insects, animals, people, too. It was hard rock and\n sand now, with a few scrubs hanging on for life. The pre-atomics, who", "And the drama seemed to point out that there was no more security for\n the nonconformists out there than for us here on Earth. Maybe somewhere", "longitudinally, not latitudinally, over the globe. Now they are pretty\n much the same. There is the truce, and they are both geared for war.", "irradiated genes from the atomic decade still around, but I felt I'd be\n willing to risk that. Well, almost....", "I awoke. The glowlight was on, slowly increasing. I was in my living\n machine in Center Four, where I belonged, and all the familiar things\n were about me, reality was back, but I was breathing very hard.", "in the universe, I thought, there would be peace for men. Somewhere\n beyond the solar system, perhaps, someday when we had the means to go\n there....", "qualify in that field, although it was a poor substitute for a space\n drive expert. I removed the band and stepped across the room and\n turned off the oscillator. I went back to my egg and my bitter memories.", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "Yet instinct told me that wasn't the answer, either. I thought of a\n verse by an ancient pre-atomic poet named Hoffenstein. (People had\n unwieldy, random combinations of letters for names in those days.) The\n poem went:", "nuro-tablets had already popped from the tube, and the timer had begun\n to boil an egg. The egg was there because the realfood allotment had", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble.", "And then there was the problem of everyday existence. You might say\n it's lucky to be an N/P for a while. I've heard people say that. Basic\n needs provided, worlds of leisure time; on the surface it sounds\n attractive.", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "\"Sometimes I think I'd be better off in the mines, or on\n Marscol—or—in the hell of the pre-atomics!\"", "were so many regulations that if you just took the time to work it out,\n you could justify damn near anything. I knew what the chief was up to.\n Just to remove me from my post would have taken a year of applications", "\"Not right here. N. & I. isn't a very popular section. Most people who\n come to Govpub spend their time researching in the ancient manuscript\n room. The—er—social habits of the pre-atomic civilization.\"" ], [ "I sighed. \"I know. It's that way everywhere in Northem. Our motto ought\n to be, 'Why make it difficult when with just a little more effort you", "The equator is the boundary. I understand that once there was\n a political difference and that the two superstates sprawled", "drama about the space pilots who fly the nonconformist prisoners to\n the forests and pulp-acetate plants on Mars. Seemed that the Southem\n political prisoners who are confined to the southern hemisphere of", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "Reading the last quote, I notice a curious effect. It says what I feel.\n Of course I didn't feel that way on that particular morning. I was", "wonderfully happy. Our eyes were sad too, but we were really happy,\n quietly happy, and that was why our lips stayed upon the brink of a\n smile.", "longitudinally, not latitudinally, over the globe. Now they are pretty\n much the same. There is the truce, and they are both geared for war.", "I awoke. The glowlight was on, slowly increasing. I was in my living\n machine in Center Four, where I belonged, and all the familiar things\n were about me, reality was back, but I was breathing very hard.", "been increased last month. The balance of trade with Southem had just\n swung a decimal or two our way.", "And then there was the problem of everyday existence. You might say\n it's lucky to be an N/P for a while. I've heard people say that. Basic\n needs provided, worlds of leisure time; on the surface it sounds\n attractive.", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "myself watching the gaunt brown earth far below. Between Centers there\n was mostly desert, only occasional patches of green. Before the atomic\n decade, I had heard, nearly all the earth was green and teemed with", "Mars, wanted to attack and conquer the north. The nonconformists, led\n by our pilot, came through for the State in the end. Corn is thicker\n than water. Standard.", "life, and the whole of that life had been spent under the State. I knew\n no other way to act. Suppressing what little individuality I might", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "shadow of a bird across one of the lawns in one of the great parks\n topside. Very non-standard. Yet I wasn't offended; if anything, I felt\n suddenly and disturbingly pleased.", "Yet instinct told me that wasn't the answer, either. I thought of a\n verse by an ancient pre-atomic poet named Hoffenstein. (People had\n unwieldy, random combinations of letters for names in those days.) The\n poem went:" ], [ "I started to turn away and the cyb said, \"Information on tanks is\n military information and classified. State authorization for—\"", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "Then the cyb said, \"Proceed to Numbering and Identity section. Consult\n alphabetical list and diagram on your left for location of same.\"\n\n\n \"Thanks,\" I said absent-mindedly.", "She answered hesitantly, but at least she answered. She said, \"Not\n terribly. The cybs are company enough most of the time.\"\n\n\n \"You don't get many visitors, then.\"", "\"I can find his location on the cyb here. Center One, the capital, for\n a guess. You'll have to get a travel permit to go there, of course.\n Just a moment.\"", "She seemed to read my thoughts. That night she said, \"\nConsult the cybs\n in the Govpub office. If you look hard enough and long enough, you'll\n find a way.\n\"", "She tore off a slip of paper, consulted it, and said, \"Information\n desired is in Bank 29. Please follow me.\"", "At the entrance to the Govpub warren there was a big director cyb, a\n plate with a speaker and switch. The sign on it said to switch it on\n and get close to the speaker and I did.", "\"What information is desired?\" she asked. Her voice was standard—or\n was it?\n\n\n Again I had the feeling of restrained warmth.", "She put a handsteno on the desk top and said, \"Name? Address? Post?\"\n\n\n I froze. I stood there and stared at her.\n\n\n She looked up and said, \"Well?\"", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "She worked at the machine again, trying it on general data. The printed\n slip came out a moment later and she read it to me. Chief, Opsych, was", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "\"Well, I—er—know it sounds unusual, but it justifies. I just had\n the cybs work it over in the light of present regulations, and it\n justifies.\"", "Publications. Say, 'Publications,' and/or, 'Information desired,' as\n thoroughly and concisely as possible. Use approved voice and standard\n phraseology.\"", "her move. I had almost forgotten why I'd come here. The lights blinked\n on and off and the typers clacked softly as the machine sorted out\n information.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "N. & I. turned out to be a big room, somewhat circular, very\n high-ceilinged, with banks of cyb controls covering the upper walls.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"" ], [ "\"\nThe woman, Lara, attracts you\n,\" said the voice.", "I pronounced it. \"Lara. Lah-rah. That's beautiful. Fits you, too.\"\nShe didn't answer; she kept her eyes straight ahead and I saw the faint\n spot of color on her cheek.", "features were even enough, and her hair a middle blonde—but she had\n something else. Hard to describe. It was a warmth, a buoyancy, a sense", "I suppose at that point I twitched or rolled in my sleep. Yes, the\n voice was right, the woman Lara attracted me. So much that I ached with\n it.", "of life and intense animation. It didn't exactly show; it radiated. It\n seemed to sing out from her clear complexion, from her figure, which\n even a tunic could not hide, from everything about her.", "I walked out and wanted to turn and smile at Lara, and get into my\n smile something of the hope that someday, somewhere, I'd see her\n again—but of course I didn't dare.\nIII", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "There was a girl at the information desk. An exceptionally attractive\n girl. She was well within the limits of acceptable standard, and her", "Well, following her was a pleasure, anyway. I could watch the movement\n of her hips and torso as she walked. She was not tall, but long-legged", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble.", "We headed back through the passageway then and she kept well ahead of\n me. I couldn't keep my eyes from her walk, from the way she walked with\n everything below her shoulders. My blood was pounding at my temples\n again.", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "I had the sudden crazy idea that Lara and I were sitting there, holding\n hands like that, nonconforming in the highest, and that we were", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "There will be a way. There must be a way. The rules are so mixed up\n that a clever man can do almost anything. Do it, please—for me.\n\"", "wonderfully happy. Our eyes were sad too, but we were really happy,\n quietly happy, and that was why our lips stayed upon the brink of a\n smile.", "I would like to be in a mating booth with her, I thought, the full\n authorized twenty minutes. And I knew I was unconformist and the\n realization hardly scared me at all.", "About then I began to have these dreams. As I've told you, in the dream\n there was only this woman's seductive voice. The first time I heard it" ] ]

[ "What planet is the main character from?", "Where are the Terries from?", "What do the Valgolians want to happen on Earth?", "What was the Valgolian military's attitude toward their own soldiers who smacked the Earthlings around a little, like the soldier that slapped Conru?", "What kept Conru from feeling the effects of alcohol when drinking?", "Who are the Eridians?", "What is the fundamental problem keeping Earthers from uniting?", "Which of the following are policies that the Valgolians instituted on Earth?", "How does Conru feel about his role as an agent provocateur?", "Why is Conru \"as strong as a bull?\"" ]

[ [ "Valgolia", "Deneb VII", "Earth", "Proxima" ], [ "Southern Valgolia", "Terralia", "Mars", "Earth" ], [ "They want to encourage rebel groups on Earth to weaken Earth's government enough that Valgolia will become the undisputed master of Earth.", "They want to ally with Earthlings and convince them to fight in the Valgolians' war against Samtrak.", "They want to crush resistance to the Empire on Earth.", "They want Earthlings to unite and rise up against the Valgolians and become full members of the Empire." ], [ "The Valgolian people thought of Earthlings as animals, so it didn't make any difference if you kicked a few animals around.", "On Valgolia, people were accustomed to cooperating, not fighting. That soldier would e charged as a war criminal and court-martialed.", "The behavior was considered acceptable, as it was in pursuit of the larger goal of getting Earth to rebel.", "The Valgolians know that a lot of soldiers go into the military because they like violence, so a little bit of that is only to be expected." ], [ "He always slipped the bartender a twenty to water down his drinks when he and his friends entered a bar.", "He has a special liver that prevents alcohol from having an effect.", "He actually was affected, but like most drinkers, he thought he was perfectly sober.", "He was pouring half of every drink under the table when his drinking buddy wasn't watching." ], [ "Eridians are allies of the Lurons, mortal enemies of Valgolians.", "It's a slang term for any arrogant person.", "It's another term for the bureaucrats of Earth's planetary government.", "It's another term for the Valgolians." ], [ "They can't compete technologically with the Valgolians.", "Humans cannot seem to give up their desire to define \"in groups\" and \"out groups,\" and to treat \"out groups\" badly.", "Humans are not very smart.", "There are so many humans on Earth that they are stressed by overcrowding and the need for constant competition." ], [ "Earthers may not reproduce if they do not meet genetic standards, they may emigrate from Earth if they meet requirements, and all forms of religion are permitted except falsehood.", "Earthers are required to live off-planet on either Proxima or Valgolia for two years, they are required to attend Valgolian-run schools, and they have to pay high taxes.", "Earthers are required to do two years' public service for the Empire, they are only allowed a limited number of children, and they are not allowed to occupy the two top leadership positions on starships.", "Earthers may not vote, may not be members of the police, and are allotted only a certain amount of grain for food each year, and if they choose to have too many children, too bad, they do not get more food." ], [ "Conru ends up getting a little too deep into his role when he meets Mike Riley. He forgets that he is Valgolian, and switches sides, working for the Earth rebels in earnest.", "He is determined to do his job, but he is not super-thrilled because Earthers are violent and enjoy conflict, while Valgolians prefer cooperation and peaceful ways, and he doesn't like some of the things he has to do.", "Conru is still young for a Valgolian and highly accomplished. He is a rock star rising through the ranks, and this is just one more unpleasant job he has to do.", "Conru is a true believer in the superiority of Valgolians, and he is looking forward to crushing Earth's rebels after he foments the rebellion." ], [ "Because the gravity on Valgolia is 50% higher than the gravity on Earth, so it's a natural characteristic.", "Because Valgolian military men are accustomed to hard work and a harsh life, so his military background has made him strong.", "Because the drug given him to make his skin brownish instead of copper-colored is a steroid with the side effect of making him stronger.", "Because he works out every day to compensate for being a bit smaller than most Earthmen." ] ]

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[ [ "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "I was Conrad Haugen, Norwegian-American, assigned to a spaceship by the\n labor draft and liking it well enough to re-enlist when my term was", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "planet with a gravity half again that of Earth, I had no difficulty at\n all becoming a foreman. There was a big fellow named Mike Riley who\n thought he was entitled to the job. We settled it behind a shed, with", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "\"It came piece by piece, much of it from Epsilon Eridani itself,\" he\n smiled. \"There is, after all, no ban on humans owning such material.", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "seems wasted on any single job. I'm not sure, but I think you'll do\n best as a roving agent, operating between Main Base and the planets", "slob o' a captain. But he was born Eridanian—God, to get my hands on\n his throat!\"", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "can wait a while longer.\" He riffled through the dossier. \"Actually,\n the difficulty is where to assign you. A man who knows astrogation, the", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "far as this solar system is concerned. Had there been any Earthlings\n around, I would have saluted to conform to the show of militarism, but", "up. I had wandered through much of the Empire and had had a great deal\n of contact with Eridanians, but was most emphatically not a Terrie. In" ], [ "because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians\n and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the", "to become an Earthling, I would at least be a self-respecting one.\nThere were plenty of Terries—Terrestrials—around, of course, moving", "looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard\n him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained", "up. I had wandered through much of the Empire and had had a great deal\n of contact with Eridanians, but was most emphatically not a Terrie. In", "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "hills behind it and the sea at its foot. Most of the houses were old,\n solidly built, almost like parts of the land, and the inhabitants were", "I cringed appropriately, as if I didn't understand Valgolian Universal,\n and slunk past him. But it griped me to be taken for a Terrie. If I was", "Imperium, felt they were better off than they would have been in the\n old days. \"The Eridanians are pretty decent, on the whole. Some of 'em\n come in here and act nice and human as you please.\"", "The Samtraks, for example, had a whole background of cutthroat\n competition. That was easy: we eliminated that by showing them what\nreal", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "been\ndoing it. Result: the leaders get mad.\n Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each\n other.\"", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "Riley often proposed that we find an Eridanian and beat him to death,\n and I would agree, hiccupping, because I knew they didn't go alone", "out together, wenching and drinking, raising hell in the cold dirty\n canyons of steel and stone which the natives called streets.\nValgolia,", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "The Center was busy around me. Behind me, the hospital and laboratories\n occupied a fairly small building, some eighty stories of stone and\n steel and plastic. On either side loomed the great warehouses, military", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "rivers foam through their dales and canyons—it is a big landscape,\n clean and strong and lonely. It speaks with silence.", "assorted knowledge about the Empire and about technical subjects, and\n an implacable hatred of Eridanian rule—based on personal pique and\n containing self-seeking elements, but no less firm for that. You're out" ], [ "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians\n and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the", "ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are.\n They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "all. Valgol needs an economic empire, but if all we had in mind was\n serfdom we'd be perfectly content with the plodding animal life of\n Deneb VII or a hundred other worlds.", "they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth\n equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be\n garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "Valgolian even with their families. Many of them shave their heads save\n for a scalp lock, in imitation of the crest, and wear white robes\n suggesting those of civil functionaries at home.", "copper in the blistering sunlight, and their crests were beginning to\n wilt a little. All Earth is not the tropical jungle most Valgolians", "stories of Valgolian brutality. I knew from personal experience that\n some were false, and I knew the whole Imperial system well enough to\n spot most of the rest at least partly invented. I realized we couldn't", "Free? Free for what? To loose the thousand Earthly races and creeds\n and nationalisms on each other—and on the Galaxy—to wallow in\n barbarism and slaughter and misery as before we came? To let our", "shy Dacors, little slant-eyed Yangtusans, brawling Gorrads, all the\n manhood of Valgolia. Then there were other races, blue-skinned Vegans,", "or the enforced disarmament or the legal and social superiority of\n Valgolians or some such thing, had perhaps suffered in the reconquest.\n But this group constituted no real threat. It would tend to be passive", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch\n movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard\n him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained" ], [ "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard\n him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "stories of Valgolian brutality. I knew from personal experience that\n some were false, and I knew the whole Imperial system well enough to\n spot most of the rest at least partly invented. I realized we couldn't", "shy Dacors, little slant-eyed Yangtusans, brawling Gorrads, all the\n manhood of Valgolia. Then there were other races, blue-skinned Vegans,", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "I cringed appropriately, as if I didn't understand Valgolian Universal,\n and slunk past him. But it griped me to be taken for a Terrie. If I was", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are.\n They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "or the enforced disarmament or the legal and social superiority of\n Valgolians or some such thing, had perhaps suffered in the reconquest.\n But this group constituted no real threat. It would tend to be passive", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "copper in the blistering sunlight, and their crests were beginning to\n wilt a little. All Earth is not the tropical jungle most Valgolians", "all. Valgol needs an economic empire, but if all we had in mind was\n serfdom we'd be perfectly content with the plodding animal life of\n Deneb VII or a hundred other worlds.", "trouble, Conru: you wouldn't be regarded as an individual, but as a\n Valgolian. Did you know that they even make such distinctions among", "pulled rank on him. Not only was I an officer, but such treatment must\n be used with intellectual deliberation. The occasional young garrison\n trooper who comes here with the idea that the natives are an inferior" ], [ "Riley nodded. Through the haze of smoke I saw that his eyes were\n narrowed. He wasn't drunk when he didn't want to be, and at times like", "\"Just my job.\" He smiled, relaxing, and pulled a flask from his\n overcoat. \"Okay, Con, that's that. We'd better not go out to drink,", "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work\n that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the", "to think of a certain low-ceilinged, quiet tavern amid the gardens of\n Kalariho, and sobbed the bitterness of Conrad Haugen into my beer.", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "He could. He put me through the mill in the next few\n nights—intelligence tests, psychometry, encephalography, narcosis,", "course. Most of the time we were just boozing. But when the talk came\n to the Empire, I made it clear just where I stood.\nThe winter went. I continued the dreary round of days, wondering how", "this he was suddenly as sober as I was, and that in spite of not having\n a Valgolian liver.", "glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started—\"\n He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"", "\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that\n they want to fight, you—\"", "into native quarters any more. I sat in the smoky reek of the bars,\n half deafened by the clatter and raucousness called music, trying not", "grew and the skin color was kept permanent by the artificial \"disease.\"\n The biotechnicians had told me that if I kept the disguise long enough,", "after this, but nothing's to stop us from getting stinko here.\"\nIII", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like;\n it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them\n out of the Empire. A shame.\"", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "had ways of guarding its agents with counter-blocks. But he got a very\n thorough picture of Conrad Haugen.", "out together, wenching and drinking, raising hell in the cold dirty\n canyons of steel and stone which the natives called streets.\nValgolia," ], [ "Imperium, felt they were better off than they would have been in the\n old days. \"The Eridanians are pretty decent, on the whole. Some of 'em\n come in here and act nice and human as you please.\"", "could mean my life if you passed it on to the Eridanians.\"", "up. I had wandered through much of the Empire and had had a great deal\n of contact with Eridanians, but was most emphatically not a Terrie. In", "\"It came piece by piece, much of it from Epsilon Eridani itself,\" he\n smiled. \"There is, after all, no ban on humans owning such material.", "\"Yeah, sure. We checked up on you, Con, and we think you're as good a\n prospect as we ever came across. If you want to fight the Eridanians\n now—\njoin the Legion\nnow—here's your chance.\"", "slob o' a captain. But he was born Eridanian—God, to get my hands on\n his throat!\"", "we were really producing for the damned Eridanians, we couldn't even\n keep the products of our own sweat. I wasn't obtrusive about it, of", "Riley often proposed that we find an Eridanian and beat him to death,\n and I would agree, hiccupping, because I knew they didn't go alone", "assorted knowledge about the Empire and about technical subjects, and\n an implacable hatred of Eridanian rule—based on personal pique and\n containing self-seeking elements, but no less firm for that. You're out", "shy Dacors, little slant-eyed Yangtusans, brawling Gorrads, all the\n manhood of Valgolia. Then there were other races, blue-skinned Vegans,", "because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians\n and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "works and culture be thrown in the dust, the labor of a century be\n demolished, not because it is good or bad but simply because it is\n Valgolian? Epsilon Eridanian!", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "furry Proximans, completely non-humanoid Sirians and Antarians.\n They were here as traders, observers, tourists, whatever else of a\n non-military nature one can imagine.", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading" ], [ "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "were a sore-spot. They didn't understand the meaning of Empire any more\n than Earth does, and they never did understand it until we goaded them\n into open rebellion. The very reverse of divide and rule, you might", "Free? Free for what? To loose the thousand Earthly races and creeds\n and nationalisms on each other—and on the Galaxy—to wallow in\n barbarism and slaughter and misery as before we came? To let our", "real\ncutthroat competition could be like. But Earth is different.\n Look at it this way. They fight among themselves. Because of their", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social\n entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did.\n Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "universal security. No one on Earth is cold or hungry. Can you only\n produce for your own private gain, Earthling?\n\"The labor draft got my kid the other day,\" said the foreman. \"He'll", "Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be\n garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "leaders are too involved in this myth of differences and they can't\n concentrate all their efforts. Luron, of course, would be the other\n alternative—\"", "ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are.\n They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.", "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch\n movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure", "they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth\n equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "been\ndoing it. Result: the leaders get mad.\n Races, religions, nationalities, they hate us worse than they hate each\n other.\"", "\"A difficult problem,\" I said. \"My opinion is that we should treat all\n exactly alike—\nforce\nthem to abandon their unrealistic differences.\"" ], [ "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are.\n They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.", "stories of Valgolian brutality. I knew from personal experience that\n some were false, and I knew the whole Imperial system well enough to\n spot most of the rest at least partly invented. I realized we couldn't", "because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians\n and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the", "Valgolian even with their families. Many of them shave their heads save\n for a scalp lock, in imitation of the crest, and wear white robes\n suggesting those of civil functionaries at home.", "all. Valgol needs an economic empire, but if all we had in mind was\n serfdom we'd be perfectly content with the plodding animal life of\n Deneb VII or a hundred other worlds.", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "shy Dacors, little slant-eyed Yangtusans, brawling Gorrads, all the\n manhood of Valgolia. Then there were other races, blue-skinned Vegans,", "or the enforced disarmament or the legal and social superiority of\n Valgolians or some such thing, had perhaps suffered in the reconquest.\n But this group constituted no real threat. It would tend to be passive", "copper in the blistering sunlight, and their crests were beginning to\n wilt a little. All Earth is not the tropical jungle most Valgolians", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "works and culture be thrown in the dust, the labor of a century be\n demolished, not because it is good or bad but simply because it is\n Valgolian? Epsilon Eridanian!", "universal security. No one on Earth is cold or hungry. Can you only\n produce for your own private gain, Earthling?\n\"The labor draft got my kid the other day,\" said the foreman. \"He'll", "looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard\n him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be\n garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"" ], [ "you know precisely what a provocateur job is, Conru?\"", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that\n they want to fight, you—\"", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work\n that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the", "\"Just my job.\" He smiled, relaxing, and pulled a flask from his\n overcoat. \"Okay, Con, that's that. We'd better not go out to drink,", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "had ways of guarding its agents with counter-blocks. But he got a very\n thorough picture of Conrad Haugen.", "side, what could I do? I said, \"I know that, sir. I also know I was\n picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role.", "would be sure to check my movements as far back as they could, and my\n story had better ring true. For the present, I must\nbe\nmy role, a", "glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started—\"\n He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"", "I said yes, I knew, but could he please get down to business. You\n couldn't blame me for being a bit anxious to begin. Disguised as I was", "Coordinator Vorka smiled. \"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more\n than you must already have guessed,\" he said. \"The anarch movement", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "I smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\n \"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might\n logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have\n elected.\"", "The Coordinator shrugged. \"Well, if you can carry this business\n off—fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their", "psycho-probing, everything his machines and his skill could cover. He\n did not find out anything we hadn't meant to be found out. The Service", "I knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was\n a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous", "advanced Empire planets. However, I told him that I did know the idea\n was to provoke discontent and, ultimately, rebellion.", "themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like;\n it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them\n out of the Empire. A shame.\"" ], [ "use of weapons and machines, and the Empire, who is physically strong\n as a bull, can lead men, and has a dozen other accomplishments, really", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "\"You, Conru. You get in with the revolutionaries, you make sure that\n they want to fight, you—\"", "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work\n that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "hands as strong and sure as those of any young man. He spoke softly\n and steadily, around the pipe which rarely left his mouth, and there\n was a serenity in him which I could hardly associate with anarch", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "\"They just can't unite against us, can't unite at all. Conru, you know", "glad you're finally prepared. The sooner we get this thing started—\"\n He extended a silver galla-dust box. \"Sniff? Have a seat, Conru.\"", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "themselves? I mean races and sub-races and social castes and the like;\n it's keeping them divided and impotent, Conru. It's also keeping them\n out of the Empire. A shame.\"", "\"Conrad,\" I corrected him, smiling. \"Plain Mr. Conrad Haugen ... of\n Earth.\"\nII", "strong rebellion, Conru. They try, and we goad them—but dissention\n splits them constantly and their revolutions fizzle out.", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "looked up into the arrogant face of one of the new recruits and heard\n him rasp, \"Watch where you're going, Terrie!\"\nThe young blood in the Valgolian military is deliberately trained", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "The sleeves of his tunic rolled up, the heat of North America beading\n his forehead with sweat, the big man looked up at me. \"Ah, yes. I'm", "\"Just my job.\" He smiled, relaxing, and pulled a flask from his\n overcoat. \"Okay, Con, that's that. We'd better not go out to drink," ] ]

[ "How did Green become a slave?", "Which of Amra's six children had been fathered by Alan?", "Other than the mere fact of being a slave, what did Alan hate about living on this planet?", "How does the duchess' reaction to news of the captured \"demons\" differ from that of the men around her?", "Identify two twists on society in the story compared to society as the average reader knows it that are intended to draw attention to customs outside the world of the story.", "What benefits and perils did Green face, being the duchess' current favorite?", "What plan did Green come up with for escaping slavery and hooking up with the \"demons\" and their spaceship?", "What happened to Green as everyone was getting up and leaving dinner?", "How does the merchant-captain react to Green's proposal?", "What did Green idly dream about in his spare moments?" ]

[ [ "He was made a slave because he was tall, blonde and could not speak the local tongue, and it was determined that if he wasn't a slave, he should be.", "On this planet, people who could not pay their debts were routinely enslaved, and this was his unfortunate circumstance.", "He was blending in with local townsfolk when the Duchess took a fancy to him and since it would be immoral to have an affair with a freeman, she made him a slave.", "He had fought as a soldier in the north, and when his army lost a critical battle, he was taken as a prisoner of war and brought south as a slave." ], [ "He had fathered the second-to-last, but Amra's sexual appetites were enormous, and she took another lover for the last child while he was servicing the duchess.", "He was proud biological father to all six.", "Only the last one.", "The last two children were his." ], [ "He hated dogs and on this planet, dogs and slaves were the main beasts of burden, so he was constantly surrounded by them.", "It really grated on him that his wife was unfaithful to him.", "The inhabitants were smelly, superstitious, violent and dirty.", "He had very fair skin, unlike the inhabitants and the heat and aridity wreaked havoc on his skin. He was always uncomfortable." ], [ "She insists that the Estoryans must follow the law, keeping the demons in prison for two years to see if their human forms convert back to their demon forms, while the men are ready to kill them immediately, preferably after torturing them.", "She is bored by the subject and makes eyes at Alan, and a beckoning motion with her finger, while the men discuss why the demons' captors hate Tropatians.", "She is entirely interested in what violence may have been done to them, while the merchant-captain and the priest give all appearances of being frightened.", "She is completely undone and faints, while the duke tosses back a goblet of wine and the merchant-captain makes the warding sign against evil." ], [ "In the story, sexual freedom is absolute within the bounds of appearances, and priests have no power whatsoever.", "In the story, space ships and a pre-steam engine society are juxtaposed. The other important detail is that no one is interested in money in the story.", "In the story, women are in charge of government while men are ornaments, and large quantities of perfume are used to douse body odors.", "In the story, dark-skinned people enslave tall, white people with blond hair and free men and women wear rings in their noses, while slaves do not." ], [ "By being the assistant majordomo and serving the duchess at table, he had power and wealth among slaves, but the duke was also attracted to him, and it was exhausting and humiliating to service both.", "Green had been salting away coins he stole from his mistress, the duchess so that he could try to escape but ironically, the visibility of his position gave him less chance to escape unnoticed.", "His position in the slave hierarchy offered him as much comfort as he could hope for, but exposed him to the danger of being shivved by another slave or put into a compromising position by the priest.", "He had the opportunity to be a house slave, which was easier physically and gave him the chance to have a better and more prosperous life than as a run of the mill slave, but he had to be ready to constantly please the duchess and he was exhausted trying to service both his wife and the duchess." ], [ "His escape capsule was still hidden in the wilderness where he landed. Now that he knew his way around, he decided it was time to sneak away and reactivate it and fly it to the location of the spaceship that had just landed with two other marooned spacemen.", "He finally decided that there was no alternative but to just leave and take his chances walking through the desert to Estorya.", "He decided to make the merchant-captain an offer that would appeal to his greed and get him to agree to take Green with his next caravan north.", "He was now confident enough of the duchess' affections that he decided to offer to go to Estorya to get some of her favorite perfume for her. While there, he would just disappear and find the spacemen." ], [ "The court jester jumped up from below the table and grabbed his leg and pulled him off balance to make everyone laugh.", "Amra saw him walking in front of the duchess and could not contain her jealousy and shouted insults at him.", "The duchess' dog grabbed his leg and pulled him down and he had to pretend it was funny.", "The Eye of the Sun happened to shine on one of the buttons of his uniform and it left a smoking hole which startled him and he tripped and fell." ], [ "The proposal ignites his greed, but he is cautious about listeners and proposes a later meeting.", "The merchant-captain realizes instantly that Green wants to escape. However, the merchant has had his eye on Amra for a long time, and helping Green escape might be a way to get her.", "He laughs in Green's face and tells him to go back to the duchess and thank his lucky stars he is a well-off slave.", "The merchant-captain immediately sees through the ruse and proposes a later meeting so that he can have the duke's guards ready to capture Green." ], [ "He dreamed about businesses he could start that involved technology not presently used on the planet, but the Duke always refused in favor of tradition.", "He dreamed night and day about getting back to Earth.", "He daydreamed about Amra's flawless skin, russet eyes, auburn hair and ripe, red mouth.", "He dreamed over and over - more of a nightmare, really - about his crash landing on the planet two years ago." ] ]

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[ [ "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "garrison, thinking he must be a runaway slave on whom they'd collect\n a reward. Taken to the capital city of Quotz, Green had almost been", "to him that he was the one losing the blood. Shortly after he'd been\n cast away he'd been made a slave.", "Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was\n around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran\n halted it and asked what he wanted.", "He got down out of the rickshaw, told the boy to wait, said, \"Hello,\n honey,\" and kissed her. He was glad she was a slave, because she didn't", "freed because there was no record of his being anybody's property. But\n his tallness, blondness and inability to speak the local language had\n convinced his captors that he must have wandered down from some far", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "\"These two demons were very tall, like your slave Green, here,\" said\n Miran, \"and they could not speak a word of Estoryan. Or at least they", "Green could make a fight against the theocracy, but he didn't feel it\n was worth while to become a martyr.\n\n\n He heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.", "Amra and was familiar with her relations with Green. She held their\n one-year-old daughter in her arms, cradled against her magnificent\n bosom. Behind her stood her other five children, her two sons by the", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "put her on his level, and he mustn't ever forget he was a slave. It\n was perfectly moral for her to take a bondsman as a lover but not a\n freeman, and she was nothing if not moral.", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "refused to leave. By now she had purchased several businesses—slaves\n were allowed to hold property and even have slaves of their own—and\n she knew that her two boys by the Duke would be valuable later on, when", "Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was\n expected to stay up half the night with her, then attend to his", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "The street led always downward, for the city had been built on the\n foothills of the mountains. It wandered here and there and gave Green\n plenty of time to think.", "Green lowered his eyelids to conceal the expression of disgust which he\n felt must be shining from them. At the same time, he saw Zuni's shoe" ], [ "Amra and was familiar with her relations with Green. She held their\n one-year-old daughter in her arms, cradled against her magnificent\n bosom. Behind her stood her other five children, her two sons by the", "And as a matter of fact, Alan was only normally apprehensive of his\n Junoesque, tempestuous (but altogether lovable) wife Amra. Delightful,", "house in the pens, and there he had to stay awake and attend to all\n his familial duties. And Amra, his slave-wife, and her six children", "And worst of all, Amra was determined that he should be a hero. Amra\n won.\n1", "demanding Amra—and her five uproarious kids. The trouble was, he was\n tired. And homesick.", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "\"What was a ship doing in your cellar?\" he said, and he whooped with\n laughter. \"By all the gods, Amra, I know it's been two days since I've", "whenever he saw their child, because he loved it and dreaded the moment\n when he would have to leave it. As for deserting Amra, he wasn't sure", "Duke, her daughter by a visiting prince, her son by the captain of a\n Northerner ship, her daughter by a temple sculptor. Her rise and fall\n and slow rise again was told in the children around her; the tableau", "Amra's return kiss was passionate, part of which was the vigor of\n asperity. \"You're not fooling me,\" she said. \"You meant to ride right", "he'd spend too much time trying to soothe her, time that should be\n spent at the marketplace. He hated scenes, whereas Amra was a born", "Amra. Back to the Pens she had gone; perhaps the Duke had not been\n too sad to see her go, for living with her was like living with a\n hurricane, and he liked peace and quiet too well.", "of his six-foot-two and hundred ninety pounds. But he rose red-faced\n because of the loud laughter and from repressed anger at Alzo, who had", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "refused to leave. By now she had purchased several businesses—slaves\n were allowed to hold property and even have slaves of their own—and\n she knew that her two boys by the Duke would be valuable later on, when", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "For a moment he considered stopping off to see Amra, then decided\n against it. She'd get him tied up in an argument or something, and", "\"Alan! Alan!\"", "\"ALAN, YOU BIG BLOND NO-GOOD HUNK OF MAN, STOP!\"", "Miran glanced at his clansmen, standing there patiently, apparently\n oblivious of what was going on. He had power of life and death over" ], [ "\"traveling islands,\" the rascally Captain, and various flora and fauna\n peculiar to this planet—all of which, it now seemed, regarded Alan\n with unnerving malevolence.", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a", "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "life here, and he must squeeze as much blood as he could out of this\n planet-sized turnip. There wasn't much to squeeze. In fact, it seemed", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "like kicking every single human being on this planet. It was hard to\n remember that he must exercise compassion and understanding for them,\n and that his own remote ancestors had once been just as nauseatingly", "could only account for by supposing that the animal knew, perhaps from\n his body-odor, that he was not a native of this planet. Alzo rumbled", "to him that he was the one losing the blood. Shortly after he'd been\n cast away he'd been made a slave.", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "moment the Earthman resolved that, come the headsman's ax, rack, wheel,\n or other hellish tortures, he was going to kill that hound. It was just", "He got down out of the rickshaw, told the boy to wait, said, \"Hello,\n honey,\" and kissed her. He was glad she was a slave, because she didn't", "shells. The capsule had got him down to the surface of this planet and\n was, as far as he knew, still up in the hills where he'd left it. After", "put her on his level, and he mustn't ever forget he was a slave. It\n was perfectly moral for her to take a bondsman as a lover but not a\n freeman, and she was nothing if not moral.", "For the thousandth time Green wondered at this strange planet where\n the only large animals were men, dogs, grass cats, a small deer and", "the walls had been torn down and new houses built in the old Duke's\n time. The closest Earthly parallel Green could think of for these\n edifices was a housing project. Small cottages, all exactly alike, set" ], [ "and the fleas living thereoff, and cursed all those who were\n possessed by even the tiniest demon. The Duke, growing impatient at", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "touch him while he knelt beneath the thrice-blessed wood. The Duke\n swallowed a whole glass of wine, apparently to calm his nerves, and\n belched.", "Everywhere men dropped dead. Panic overtook many, but there were brave\n soldiers who kept on charging, and eventually the magical instruments\n became exhausted. The demons were overpowered and put into the Tower", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "Duke, her daughter by a visiting prince, her son by the captain of a\n Northerner ship, her daughter by a temple sculptor. Her rise and fall\n and slow rise again was told in the children around her; the tableau", "Eagerly Zuni leaned forward, her large brown eyes bright, and her\n red-painted mouth open and wet. \"Oh, has he burned them already? What a\n shame! I should think he'd at least torture them for a while.\"", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad", "demanded much from him. They were even more tyrannical than the\n Duchess, if that were possible.", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "subtlety, they claim to be neither demon nor angels, but men! Now,\n there's devilish clever thinking. Confusing to anybody but the most", "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "of Grass Cats from which no man or demon has yet escaped. And there\n they will be until the Festival of the Sun's Eye. Then they will be\n burnt....\"", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "\"Men? Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron ship through the air?\n These two claimed to have come from the stars, and you know what that", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "The Duke sat at the other end of the table. He ignored the by-play,\n just as he ignored the so-called secret passage inside the walls of the", "was shrewd, shrewd, and he would not want to offend the Duchess by\n helping her official gigolo escape. Not, that is, unless Green could", "away the flies, who carried in the household god and sat it on the god\n chair, who played something like music. Now and then he bent over the\n Duchess Zuni's long black hair and whispered phrases from this or that" ], [ "There was a big difference between reading about such people and\n actually living among them. A history or a romantic novel could", "make up their civilization. Butchers stood before open shops where\n dressed fowl, deer and dogs hung. Dealers in birds pointed out the\n virtues of their many-colored and multi-songed pets.", "be nothing that anybody could do about it, because the custom was that\n the woman of the house regulated the subject of talk during breakfast.\n If only this had been lunch or dinner! Then the men would theoretically", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "\"Diamonds, emeralds, rubies!\" cried Miran, kissing his hand and rolling\n his eye ecstatically. \"I tell you, the Estoryans are rich beyond our", "scarcely dare to move outside the harbor or the marketplace. The\n Estoryans worship a female deity—ridiculous, isn't it?—and eat fish.", "Miran cleared his throat, adjusted his violet turban and yellow robes,\n pulled gently at the large gold ring that hung from his nose and said,", "He got down out of the rickshaw, told the boy to wait, said, \"Hello,\n honey,\" and kissed her. He was glad she was a slave, because she didn't", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "a little white baton topped by a large red ball. With it he gestured\n at the slaves who served food, who poured wine and beer, who fanned", "a wheelwright. When she was five years old they had died in a plague.\n She had been transferred to the Pens and raised by her aunt. When she\n was fifteen her beauty had attracted the Duke and he had installed", "of Grass Cats from which no man or demon has yet escaped. And there\n they will be until the Festival of the Sun's Eye. Then they will be\n burnt....\"", "tradition and custom. Nothing new could be accepted unless the gods\n accepted it. The gods' will was interpreted by the priests. The priests\n clutched the status quo as tightly as a hungry infant clutches its", "there—and even if you were you might overlook their customs to show\n some tenderness to the boy. Come on back to our house and I'll bring up", "hat, hexagonal spectacles and goatee rode by. Wagons and rickshaws\n drawn by men or by big, powerful dogs went by. Merchants stood at the", "Eagerly Zuni leaned forward, her large brown eyes bright, and her\n red-painted mouth open and wet. \"Oh, has he burned them already? What a\n shame! I should think he'd at least torture them for a while.\"", "tapping impatiently. Inwardly he groaned, because he knew she would\n divert the conversation to something more interesting to her, to her\n clothes and the state of her stomach and/or complexion. And there would", "Then, in accordance with the custom, she had been recommended by the\n Duke to a visiting prince; the prince had overstayed his leave from", "various colors, indicating their status and trade. The latter wore\n their three-cornered hats. Occasionally a priest in his high conical", "\"First Your Richness must swear by Mennirox that you will under no\n circumstances divulge my proposal.\"\n\n\n \"There is wealth in this? For me?\"\n\n\n \"There is.\"" ], [ "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "was shrewd, shrewd, and he would not want to offend the Duchess by\n helping her official gigolo escape. Not, that is, unless Green could", "publicly of amorous advances. This was enough to make Green jittery,\n but he had more than the Duke to consider. There was Alzo.", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it.\n As assistant majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and", "Then, in accordance with the custom, she had been recommended by the\n Duke to a visiting prince; the prince had overstayed his leave from", "Amra and was familiar with her relations with Green. She held their\n one-year-old daughter in her arms, cradled against her magnificent\n bosom. Behind her stood her other five children, her two sons by the", "It was the Duchess Zuni who had not so subtly maneuvered him from the\n labor pens to his coveted, if dangerous, position. Why dangerous?", "Green quivered, and he held his breath as he waited for the Duke's\n reply.", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "There was more to her than beauty. She radiated a something that struck\n every male at first sight; to Green she sometimes seemed to be a\n violent physical event, perhaps even a principle of Nature herself.", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "his native country because he hated to part with her, and the Duke had\n wanted to give her as a present. But here he'd overstepped his legal", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "a wheelwright. When she was five years old they had died in a plague.\n She had been transferred to the Pens and raised by her aunt. When she\n was fifteen her beauty had attracted the Duke and he had installed", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad" ], [ "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "to Estorya and to the demons' iron vessel, which was obviously a\n spaceship. This was his only chance. Soon the rainy season would start\n and there would be no vessels leaving for at least three months.", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a", "There was a lengthy conversation which did not hold Green's attention.\n He was too busy trying to think of a plan whereby he could get", "\"Men? Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron ship through the air?\n These two claimed to have come from the stars, and you know what that", "\"These two demons were very tall, like your slave Green, here,\" said\n Miran, \"and they could not speak a word of Estoryan. Or at least they", "Green could make a fight against the theocracy, but he didn't feel it\n was worth while to become a martyr.\n\n\n He heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was\n around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran\n halted it and asked what he wanted.", "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "garrison, thinking he must be a runaway slave on whom they'd collect\n a reward. Taken to the capital city of Quotz, Green had almost been", "But how...? He didn't think that stowing away would work. There was\n always a careful search for slaves who might try just that very plan.", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "of Grass Cats from which no man or demon has yet escaped. And there\n they will be until the Festival of the Sun's Eye. Then they will be\n burnt....\"", "the spaceship and thence to the peaceful green hills of Earth. But\n he had reckoned without the vagaries of the windroller, pirates, the", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "moment the Earthman resolved that, come the headsman's ax, rack, wheel,\n or other hellish tortures, he was going to kill that hound. It was just" ], [ "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "2\nThe Duke rose, and everybody followed his example. Jugkaxtr chanted the\n formula of dismissal, then sat down to finish gnawing on the bone. The", "Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was\n expected to stay up half the night with her, then attend to his", "Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was\n around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran\n halted it and asked what he wanted.", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "There was a lengthy conversation which did not hold Green's attention.\n He was too busy trying to think of a plan whereby he could get", "Green could make a fight against the theocracy, but he didn't feel it\n was worth while to become a martyr.\n\n\n He heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad", "Green lowered his eyelids to conceal the expression of disgust which he\n felt must be shining from them. At the same time, he saw Zuni's shoe", "others filed out. Green walked in front of Zuni in order to warn her\n of any obstacles in her path and to take the brunt of any attempted", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "a well-done-thou-good-and-faithful-servant expression on his fat\n features. Green also felt like kicking him, just as he often felt", "Green quivered, and he held his breath as he waited for the Duke's\n reply.", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "Reluctantly Green told his rickshaw boy to turn around. The boy,\n grinning, did so. Like everybody else along the harbor front he knew", "Even now, the nauseating canine was sniffing around Green's quivering\n hide in the hope of putting the fear of the devil in him. At that", "Amra and was familiar with her relations with Green. She held their\n one-year-old daughter in her arms, cradled against her magnificent\n bosom. Behind her stood her other five children, her two sons by the", "nuzzled the man's leg. When that happened Green could not keep from\n breaking out into a sweat, for the dog had twice bitten him, playfully," ], [ "\"Very well then. At the agreed hour. Fish, eh? I must be off. Time is\n money, you know. Get going boys, full sails.\"", "Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was\n around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran\n halted it and asked what he wanted.", "\"I presume it is no idle thought you have in mind,\" said Miran, looking\n Green over his one eye narrow in its fat-folds.\n\n\n \"It has to do with money.\"", "Miran, the merchant-captain, said, \"Your pardon, gracious lady, but the\n King of Estorya has done no such thing. The Estoryan law demands that", "\"The answer to both is yes. My proposal has to do with the dried fish\n that you carry as cargo to the Estoryans. There is another thing, too,\n but I may not even hint at it until I have your oath.\"", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "Reluctantly Green told his rickshaw boy to turn around. The boy,\n grinning, did so. Like everybody else along the harbor front he knew", "Green could make a fight against the theocracy, but he didn't feel it\n was worth while to become a martyr.\n\n\n He heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "There was a lengthy conversation which did not hold Green's attention.\n He was too busy trying to think of a plan whereby he could get", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "Green quivered, and he held his breath as he waited for the Duke's\n reply.", "a well-done-thou-good-and-faithful-servant expression on his fat\n features. Green also felt like kicking him, just as he often felt", "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was\n expected to stay up half the night with her, then attend to his", "Green lowered his eyelids to conceal the expression of disgust which he\n felt must be shining from them. At the same time, he saw Zuni's shoe", "Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it.\n As assistant majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and" ], [ "There was a lengthy conversation which did not hold Green's attention.\n He was too busy trying to think of a plan whereby he could get", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "The street led always downward, for the city had been built on the\n foothills of the mountains. It wandered here and there and gave Green\n plenty of time to think.", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "\"I presume it is no idle thought you have in mind,\" said Miran, looking\n Green over his one eye narrow in its fat-folds.\n\n\n \"It has to do with money.\"", "Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was\n around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran\n halted it and asked what he wanted.", "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was\n expected to stay up half the night with her, then attend to his", "a well-done-thou-good-and-faithful-servant expression on his fat\n features. Green also felt like kicking him, just as he often felt", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "Green could make a fight against the theocracy, but he didn't feel it\n was worth while to become a martyr.\n\n\n He heard a familiar voice behind him calling his name.", "Green lowered his eyelids to conceal the expression of disgust which he\n felt must be shining from them. At the same time, he saw Zuni's shoe", "official duties during the day. She slept enough to be refreshed by\n the time he visited her, but he never had a chance for any real rest.\n Even when he had his free hours in the afternoon he had to go to his", "nuzzled the man's leg. When that happened Green could not keep from\n breaking out into a sweat, for the dog had twice bitten him, playfully,", "Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it.\n As assistant majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and", "Even now, the nauseating canine was sniffing around Green's quivering\n hide in the hope of putting the fear of the devil in him. At that", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "again repeated his trick of grabbing Green's leg and upsetting him.\n He wanted to grab a spear from a nearby guard and spit Alzo. But that", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him" ] ]

[ "What is Michaelson's profession?", "Why does the webfooted Alpha Centaurean accost Michaelson?", "How does Michaelson react to the native's demand that he leave?", "What kind of terrain surrounds the city?", "What special characteristics does the book the native throws at Michaelson have?", "How does Michaelson travel back and forth to the dead city?", "What would Michaelson like to do in this old city?", "Where does Maota find Michaelson the last time they meet?", "Where did Maota and Michaelson end up at the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "He is a retired engineer pursuing his antiques hobby.", "He is an astronaut.", "He is an Earthgod.", "He is an archaeologist." ], [ "He is trying to warn Michaelson about hidden dangers in the city.", "He is a beggar who makes his living from guilting tourists to the old city to give him money.", "He is the ticket taker for visitors to the old city, and Michaelson just walked in without buying a ticket.", "He indicates that Michaelson is violating a sacred space by being there." ], [ "Michaelson realizes he needs to wrap it up quickly and minimize his intrusion into this city of the ancient spirits.", "He is dismissive of the old man's concerns, and ignores the demand.", "Michaelson offers to pay the old native extra to stay in the city unmolested for an extra day.", "As a man who has studied other cultures, Michaelson is understanding and patient with the view that the city is sacred ground, but that knowledge is at war with his desire to study what he finds there." ], [ "A lot can change in half a million years. It used to be a desert, but now it is covered by a very thin sheet of ice.", "The climate is arrid and the terrain is mostly flat, but the city's water works still provide moisture to serve formal gardens around important buildings.", "The city itself is dry and sandy, but immediately outside it, the vegetation ramps up to the density of a jungle quite quickly.", "The characteristics described are those of a desert, with wind-blown sand and little to no vegetation." ], [ "Michaelson can feel his fingers burning when he touches the pages, like a warning from angry gods.", "When he followed the printed text with his finger, it transferred the words into his head, telepathically.", "When Michaelson touches the text on the page, it causes a holoprojector in the book's spine to start showing the story of the book.", "The book tells the history of the entire galaxy, and helps Michaelson understand the significance of the old city." ], [ "He paid a pilot to let him parachute in. The pilot will return for him when called by radio.", "He has a short range glider with sand skis that he set down just on the other side of a nearby hill.", "He has an implanted transportation device that teleports him wherever he wants.", "He parked a Land Rover (the Alpha Centaurus II equivalent) just outside the city and walked in." ], [ "He wants to excavate the city and remove all the artifacts to a museum in the capitol city of Alpha Centaurus II.", "He wants to do his archaeological research very quietly, disturbing the place as little as possible, so that he can publish academic papers about the place before professors who are his competitors.", "He would like to turn it into a historical exhibition and tourist attraction.", "He wants to build an amusement theme park. The super-tall buildings with the bridges hanging between him gave him some ideas for some exciting rides." ], [ "Michaelson had not moved since the encounter when Maota threw the book at him, because Michaelson was engrossed in reading the poetry.", "Michaelson found an opulently furnished bedroom on one of the top floors o the tall building. True, the bedclothes had disintegrated, but it looked safe and solid, so he stayed there.", "In the street at the edge of the city, where Michaelson collapsed after fleeing the tall building with the warm clock that freaked him out.", "Michaelson used his teleportation device to take him home to spend the night safe in his own bed." ], [ "Maota is trapped in an alternate dimension, but can travel anywhere. Michaelson succeeded in returning to his body on Alpha Centaurus II after visiting this alternate dimension.", "When Maota touched the magic clock, his mind went into another dimension and his body stayed behind. When Michaelson touched it, nothing happened at all.", "Maota believed that touching the clock would transport him to a new plane of existence, but in fact, he just died. Michaelson studied the culture and arrived at the same conclusion and made the same mistake.", "After Maota pressed the clock and appeared to die, Michaelson decided to try it too. They both ended up in the spirit world, so now Michaelson understands what Maota meant about the spirits in the city." ] ]

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[ [ "Michaelson laughed. \"You certainly have an imagination.\"", "Michaelson said, \"This is where you live?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "Michaelson shook his head, and went about satisfying his curiosity.\n He entered buildings without thought of roofs falling in, or decayed", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "\"Look,\" Michaelson said. \"I'm sure I've convinced you that I'm human.\n Why not have a try at negotiating our differences?\"", "Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking\n through a window. And yet he was in the city looking at his own body.", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "Michaelson crawled out of the doorway and stood up. He brushed his\n trousers. He pointed. \"See that wall? Built of some metal, I'd say,\n some alloy impervious to rust and wear.\"", "of blood and fright and running. But when Michaelson was on the trail\n of important discoveries he had no common sense." ], [ "\"I do not know.\" The webfoot drew closer. Michaelson decided he was\n sixty or seventy years old, at least.", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "\"Mr. Earthgod!\" the webfoot cried, so sharply that Michaelson stopped.\n \"You must not touch, not walk upon, not handle. Your step may destroy", "\"You did not leave, as I asked you.\"\n\n\n Michaelson whirled around at the sound of the native's voice. Then he\n relaxed. He said, \"You shouldn't sneak up on a man like that.\"", "Old Maota stood in the street with webbed feet planted far apart in\n the sand, a weapon in the crook of his arm. It was a long tube affair,\n familiar to Michaelson.", "\"Look,\" Michaelson said. \"I'm sure I've convinced you that I'm human.\n Why not have a try at negotiating our differences?\"", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "Michaelson crawled out of the doorway and stood up. He brushed his\n trousers. He pointed. \"See that wall? Built of some metal, I'd say,\n some alloy impervious to rust and wear.\"", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "known about the people of Alpha Centaurus II. They were not actually\n natives, he recalled. They were a colony from the fifth planet of\n the system. They were a curious people. Some were highly intelligent,", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we", "through it, raising his head in a listening attitude, searching for\n a suitable passage. Michaelson heard the thin, metallic pages rustle\n softly. He could have jumped and seized the weapon at that moment, but", "He dropped in the sand, momentarily stunned. Michaelson bent over to\n pick up the gun and the old man, feeling it slip from his fingers,\n hung on and was pulled to his feet.", "\"Yes, beautiful. You will leave now.\"\n\n\n \"Leave?\" Michaelson asked, acting surprised as if the man were a\n child. \"I just got here a few hours ago.\"" ], [ "\"Leave!\"\n\n\n The native's lined, weathered old face was working around the mouth in\n anger. Michaelson was almost sorry he had mocked him. He was deadly\n serious.", "\"You did not leave, as I asked you.\"\n\n\n Michaelson whirled around at the sound of the native's voice. Then he\n relaxed. He said, \"You shouldn't sneak up on a man like that.\"", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "\"Yes, beautiful. You will leave now.\"\n\n\n \"Leave?\" Michaelson asked, acting surprised as if the man were a\n child. \"I just got here a few hours ago.\"", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "\"No.\" Michaelson looked off down the street, trying to ignore the\n native, trying to feel the life of the city as it might have been.", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "\"You must leave, or I will be forced to kill you. I do not want to kill\n you, but if I must....\" He made a clucking sound deep in the throat.\n \"The spirits are angry.\"", "Michaelson stepped forward, extending his arm with the book.\n\n\n \"No, stay where you are. Throw it.\"", "Michaelson did not know how to try, but he remembered the cylinder and\n gathered all the force of his mind in spite of Maota's protests, and\n gave his most violent command.", "Michaelson decided he try.\n\"No!\" Maota's thought was prickled with fear and anger.", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "He turned and started off, shoulders slumped dejectedly.\n\n\n Michaelson caught up to him. \"Are you leaving the city?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Ignoring the native, Mr. Michaelson poked about among the ruins\n happily, exclaiming to himself about some particular artifact,", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you" ], [ "\"Look!\" Maota's thought was directed at him in this place of no\n direction. \"Think of the city and you will see it.\"", "A talking book. What other surprises were in the city? Tall,\n fragile buildings laughing at time and weather. A clock measuring", "through clear air down upon the ruins. The city lay now in darkness,\n dead and still, waiting for morning so it could lie dead and still in\n the sun.", "He forgot the power of the cylinder behind his ear. He scrambled\n through the doorway. He got up and ran down the ancient sandy street\n until he came to the edge of the city. Here he stopped, gasping for", "connected tall, conical towers, bridges that still swung in the wind\n after half a million years. Late afternoon sunlight shone against ebony\n surfaces. The sands of many centuries had blown down the wide streets", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "At first he was startled, thinking it might be someone else from the\n Earth settlement who had discovered the old city before him. Then he\n saw the glint of sun against the metallic skirt, and relaxed.", "over Maota's pink, toothless gums. The dead city's fragile spires threw\n impersonal shadows down where they fought.", "outside the city. We'll collect all the old writings and perhaps we may\n decipher them. Think of it, Maota! To read pages written so long ago", "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "And so one afternoon when the ancient spires threw long shadows\n over the sand he walked down the long street and entered the old", "A CITY NEAR CENTAURUS\nBy BILL DOEDE\n\n\n Illustrated by WEST\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The wind had turned cool. Michaelson shivered, wishing he had brought\n a coat. The city was absolutely still except for small gusts of wind", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "marveling at its state of preservation, holding it this way and that to\n catch the late afternoon sun, smiling, clucking gleefully. He crawled\n over the rubble through old doorways half filled with the accumulation", "\"Do you mean,\" the old man asked, aghast, \"that you want others to come\n here? You know the city abhors the sound of alien voices. Those who", "across five hundred miles of desert and rocks to a small creek he\n remembered. Here he bathed his head in cool water until all the caked\n blood was dissolved from his hair. Feeling better, he went back.", "He started off toward the tall building he had examined upon discovery\n of the city. His left eyelid began to twitch and he laid his forefinger", "\"Look,\" he said. \"No spirits are ever coming back here. Don't you know\n that? And even if they did, spirits care nothing for old cities half\n covered with sand and dirt.\"" ], [ "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "Michaelson stepped forward, extending his arm with the book.\n\n\n \"No, stay where you are. Throw it.\"", "\"You did not leave, as I asked you.\"\n\n\n Michaelson whirled around at the sound of the native's voice. Then he\n relaxed. He said, \"You shouldn't sneak up on a man like that.\"", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "\"Leave!\"\n\n\n The native's lined, weathered old face was working around the mouth in\n anger. Michaelson was almost sorry he had mocked him. He was deadly\n serious.", "appearance. It was a deadly weapon.\n\"Well,\" he said, \"before you kill me, tell me about the book.\" He held\n it up for Maota to see.", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "\"What does Mr. Earthgod mean, what\nkind\nof book? You have seen it. It\n is like any other book, except for the material and the fact that it\n talks.\"", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "\"You are sensitive,\" the native said in his ear. \"It takes a sensitive\n god to feel the spirits moving in the houses and walking in these old\n streets.\"", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "through it, raising his head in a listening attitude, searching for\n a suitable passage. Michaelson heard the thin, metallic pages rustle\n softly. He could have jumped and seized the weapon at that moment, but", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "Here he buried him.\n\n\n But it seemed a waste of time. Somehow he knew beyond any doubt that\n the old native and his body were completely disassociated in some sense\n more complete than death.", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "\"Don't be sorry.\" Michaelson helped him to his feet. \"We fight for some\n reasons, cry for others. A priceless book is a good reason for either.\"", "Ignoring the native, Mr. Michaelson poked about among the ruins\n happily, exclaiming to himself about some particular artifact," ], [ "Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking\n through a window. And yet he was in the city looking at his own body.", "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "Michaelson shook his head, and went about satisfying his curiosity.\n He entered buildings without thought of roofs falling in, or decayed", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "The wind had turned cool. Michaelson shivered, wishing he had brought\n a coat. The city was absolutely still except for small gusts of wind", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson crawled out of the doorway and stood up. He brushed his\n trousers. He pointed. \"See that wall? Built of some metal, I'd say,\n some alloy impervious to rust and wear.\"", "He turned and started off, shoulders slumped dejectedly.\n\n\n Michaelson caught up to him. \"Are you leaving the city?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "\"No.\" Michaelson looked off down the street, trying to ignore the\n native, trying to feel the life of the city as it might have been.", "The old man's knees buckled. He sank down, fell over the bed, lay\n still. Michaelson touched him cautiously, then examined him more\n carefully. No question about it.", "Michaelson said, \"This is where you live?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Michaelson's blood trickled out from the head wound upon the ancient\n street.\nWhen he regained consciousness the two moons, bright sentinel orbs in", "\"It only hit the ground,\" Michaelson said.\n\n\n A black, charred hole, two feet in diameter and—they could not see how\n deep—stared at them.", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages." ], [ "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "\"No.\" Michaelson looked off down the street, trying to ignore the\n native, trying to feel the life of the city as it might have been.", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "The wind had turned cool. Michaelson shivered, wishing he had brought\n a coat. The city was absolutely still except for small gusts of wind", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking\n through a window. And yet he was in the city looking at his own body.", "Michaelson shook his head, and went about satisfying his curiosity.\n He entered buildings without thought of roofs falling in, or decayed", "He turned and started off, shoulders slumped dejectedly.\n\n\n Michaelson caught up to him. \"Are you leaving the city?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson said, \"This is where you live?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Michaelson's blood trickled out from the head wound upon the ancient\n street.\nWhen he regained consciousness the two moons, bright sentinel orbs in", "Michaelson prepared himself to move if the old man's finger slid closer\n toward the firing stud. The old man raised the gun.\n\n\n \"Wait!\"\n\n\n \"Now what?\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him." ], [ "Maota went inside. Michaelson stood in the entrance and looked around.\n The room was clean, furnished with hand made chairs and a bed. Who is", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "\"No.\" Maota's eyes grew hard as steel. They stood there in the sun, not\n twenty feet apart, hating each other. The two moons, very pale and far\n away on the western horizon, stared like two bottomless eyes.", "Michaelson did not know how to try, but he remembered the cylinder and\n gathered all the force of his mind in spite of Maota's protests, and\n gave his most violent command.", "Old Maota stood in the street with webbed feet planted far apart in\n the sand, a weapon in the crook of his arm. It was a long tube affair,\n familiar to Michaelson.", "Michaelson decided he try.\n\"No!\" Maota's thought was prickled with fear and anger.", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "Maota nodded. \"I have heard how you travel. It does not matter. I will\n kill you anyway.\"\n\n\n \"I suggest we negotiate.\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond" ], [ "Maota went inside. Michaelson stood in the entrance and looked around.\n The room was clean, furnished with hand made chairs and a bed. Who is", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "\"No.\" Maota's eyes grew hard as steel. They stood there in the sun, not\n twenty feet apart, hating each other. The two moons, very pale and far\n away on the western horizon, stared like two bottomless eyes.", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson decided he try.\n\"No!\" Maota's thought was prickled with fear and anger.", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "Old Maota stood in the street with webbed feet planted far apart in\n the sand, a weapon in the crook of his arm. It was a long tube affair,\n familiar to Michaelson.", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "Maota nodded. \"I have heard how you travel. It does not matter. I will\n kill you anyway.\"\n\n\n \"I suggest we negotiate.\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Michaelson did not know how to try, but he remembered the cylinder and\n gathered all the force of his mind in spite of Maota's protests, and\n gave his most violent command.", "\"Where are you going?\"\n\n\n \"Away. Far away.\" Maota looked off toward the hills, eyes distant.", "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building." ] ]

[ "How many movies are reviewed in this article?", "How many actors appeared in more than one of the movies reviewed, and in how many did they appear?", "Which movie does the reviewer like best?", "What is the author's primary criticism of Angela's Ashes?", "What is the movie \"Man on the Moon\" about?", "What actors does the author single out for expressions of his particular admiration?", "Why does the author say that the movie \"Magnolia\" could have been entitled \"Meanwhile,\" instead?", "What does the director of Magnolia do that shows he views his fellow workers as family?", "What seems to be one of the author's chief complaint about \"The Talented Mr. Ripley\" ?", "What specific issue does the author have with the accuracy of \"Man on the Moon\" ?" ]

[ [ "One", "Four", "Two", "Three" ], [ "None of the actors appeared in more than one movie, however, two of the movies were based on stories by the same author.", "One actor appeared in more than one of the reviewed movies, appearing in all of them.", "One actor appeared in more than one of the reviewed movies, appearing in two of them.", "Two actors appeared in more than one of the reviewed movies, each appearing in three of them." ], [ "The reviewer didn't have anything good to say about any of the four movies.", "The comments he makes point to Magnolia as the only movie of the four that he found worthwhile.", "The reviewer liked The Talented Mr. Ripley best because of the good job done by director Anthony Minghella.", "The reviewer liked all four movies equally." ], [ "It dwells too much on the tragic details of the book.", "No coherent story is presented, just a bunch of disconnected scenes.", "Too many of the book's details were twisted to turn it into a movie with commercial potential.", "Emily Watson is no good at projecting her emotions." ], [ "It is a biographical movie about Larry Flynt,", "It is a biographical movie about the sidekicks that Johnny Carson had on his show over the years.", "It is a more or less biographical movie about Andy Kaufman.", "It is a biographical picture about Jim Carrey, whose stage name was Andy Kaufman." ], [ "Frank McCourt and Tom Cruise.", "Jim Carrey and Anthony Minghella.", "The entire cast of Magnolia except for Tom Cruise.", "Jim Carrey and John Reilly." ], [ "Because everything happens while the one old patriarch is dying.", "Because the story jumps around between so many subplots.", "Because there actually was a movie called \"Meanwhile,\" and the plot of \"Magnolia\" was very similar.", "Because he gave up trying to follow the plot and \"meanwhile,\" he wrote his review of the movie." ], [ "He got the whole cast together at his home once a week for a catered dinner, because some of the cast were not that well paid.", "He made sure that actors worked out any conflicts among them before the shooting started so that they would feel safe with each other.", "He had very strict policies on actors dating each other during filming. It was not allowed, and this was to make sure that less famous actors were not bullied by the more prominent, powerful ones.", "He creates a role for a friend who worked in one of his previous movies." ], [ "He didn't think Gwyneth Paltrow belonged in the movie at all.", "He thinks that Jude Law was an unfortunate choice as a co-star, because he only has one expression, a sort of leering smile.", "He thinks the movie would have come off better played as a comedy.", "He doesn't like Matt Damon in the starring role because he doesn't like his looks." ], [ "In the movie, Kaufman is shown as getting sick at the pinnacle of his career, while in reality, his star had already faded by that time.", "Jim Carrey puts a sense of anger into the Kaufman character that really wasn't there.", "Kaufman was never in the same class as Mozart, but the screenwriters fluff the story to make him seem like a giant in his field.", "The movie makes Kaufman seem like just another small-time Mafia asset." ] ]

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[ "What is this article about?", "Based on the article, who is responsible for the bulk of the critcism of Clinton's strategies and why?", "Name two strategy / policy elements that the author identifies could become self-fulfilling prophecies.", "What does the author mean when he says that \"even tough guys have their Rembrandt\" ?", "Why does the author think that civilian deaths inadvertently caused by NATO are more harshly criticized than the purposeful slaughter of Kosovars by Serbians?", "What is the author's idea of the difference between the empirical and the moral argument for the war in Yugoslavia?", "How does the author justify the American Commander in Chief giving in to some NATO ally requests?", "What is the strategy of destroying infrastructure in Yugoloavia supposed to accomplish?", "Which other section of this piece could #11, \"Moral Authority,\" fit under?", "Which of the argument types presented in this article would be an appropriate place for an analogy about being given an \"F\" for the whole paper after turning in only the first page of a term paper for an early review?" ]

[ [ "Why Clinton's strategy in Yugoslavia is such a disaster.", "Why Clinton's strategy in Rwanda should have provided a roadmap for a strategy for Kosovo.", "Types of bad faith arguments being made against the war in Yugoslavia.", "The fundamental fallacies in thinking that it is possible for a great power to ever successfully wage another war." ], [ "It is exclusively the rabid conservatives, angry that Clinton was not impeached, who make it their mission to destroy him another way - by criticizing his actions in Yugolsavia.", "Russians used social media to stir up division in the US over NATO's attempts to quell the war in Yugoslavia, because it serves their interests for the free world to be in disarray.", "Granting that a few critiques come from the left, the right wing in America has a big stake in tearing down Clinton's actions for political gain, and the media unskeptically allow this hypocritical behavior to enhance the TV drama. ", "The foreign policy establishment and even Congress were united in supporting Clinton, but Main Street, i.e. the normal, working American, was against it." ], [ "Saying that the US will lose the war, it will cause NATO to crumble, and that air bombardment is doomed to failure.", "Saying that the Serbian president will never give up and saying that the war in Yugoslavia will cause NATO to crumble.", "Saying that Russia will be upset and that the US will lose the war.", "Saying that blowing up bridges over the Danube won't help and that gradual escalation never works." ], [ "This refers to Rembrandt's \"Man in the Golden Helmet,\" an inspiring symbol for victory in war, and the author mentions it because the right wingers want a more inspirational figure than the mendacious Bil Clinton to lead the war.", "He means that critics had no trouble slamming NATO for not bombing the Serbian president's palace, which housed Rembrandt, but these same critics wanted to protect their precious NATO from potential exposure as ineffective by not testing it.", "He means that even hardened military men can be moved by preserving a beautiful bridge over the Danube.", "He means that while the right wingers had no trouble letting Rwandans be slaughtered, they didn't want any white Serbians to be killed in the Yugoslavian war." ], [ "Because the latter is no more than one would expect, and the former is tragically novel.", "The author offers the opinion that any civilian casualty is a war crime, while the Serbian slaughter of Kosovars was just soldiers killing soldiers - a military thing.", "Because the former is on video, and the latter was later disproved.", "Because no one cares if a bunch of Muslim Kosovars get killed. What really matters is whether a few blonde-haired, blue-eyed people die." ], [ "The empirical argument says that the Serbians will join the new Russian Empire if they win the conflict. The moral argument says that the spread of communism must be prevented.", "The empirical argument takes a strategy as correct if it wins. The moral argument is that some goals are worth the struggle, whether or not they result in an easy win.", "The empirical approach requires analyzing the outcome before beginning based on feasible force projection. The moral approach says \"you go to war with the army have, not the army you wished for.\"", "The empirical argument says that we can forecast whether enough resources were applied by doing a linear regression on bombing casualties, while the moral argument says you just go in with overwhelming force to be sure of winning." ], [ "NATO came to America's aid on 9/11, so we owe NATO some deference in Yugoslavia.", "One must always consider the goal, and when the goal is getting rid of Milosevic without completely destroying Europe again, allies must be flexible.", "The author is Euro-centric and thinks that American excptionalism has taken our country into the weeds.", "America is trying to encourage NATO to share the burden of world policing in the future, so must treat them as true partners, and give in on some things, now." ], [ "It is supposed to make the cost of pursuing the war really high for the aggressor, and to not only weaken Serbia, but perhaps deter future aggressors.", "Bombing bridges at night is the only way to guarantee not killing civilians.", "Destroying infrastructure is less likely to trigger the Russians into joining the Serbs as allies than directly killing Serbs.", "Turning cities into rubble will later give both victor and vanquished projects that they can work together on, for healing." ], [ "It also fits in #6, \"Sinner to Sin.\" With Clinton, the author points out that \"sexual harassment was, for him, like winning the Vietnam War.\"", "It could fit under #3, \"Moral,\" because the right wingers trying to sow dissension in America have no Moral Authority.", "It could fit under \"Selective Scrutiny,\" because, as the author points out, Tom DeLay is a philanderer and a cheat, but he is a Republican, sono one cares.", "#10, \"Practical Futility.\" The premise of #11 is that saying Clinton lacks moral authority destroys the rest of his moral authority. That is a form of self-fulfilling prophecy, the subject of #10." ], [ "#1, Policies.", "Either #6, Sinner to Sin, or #7, Empirical/moral.", "#5, Vietnam to Kosovo.", "#4, Unachieved to unachievable. " ] ]

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[ "Why does the author think that Ebert disliked \"Bringing Out the Dead\"?", "What is unique about the Scorsese film that Liza Minelli starred in, among Scorsese films?", "After dragging Scorsese's movies through the mud for most of the article, what summation of Scorsese's work does the author give?", "What characteristics does the author list as being typical of Scorsese films?", "What does the author think of \"Bringing Out the Dead\"?", "What is an important point about Mean Streets that enables some of Scorsese's later masterpieces?", "What is \"la politique des auteurs\"?", "Who was a proponent of the \"politique des auteurs\" theory, and who was a detractor?" ]

[ [ "Ebert's words, \"He makes movies as well as they can be made\" clearly carry a negative meaning.", "He has spoken privately with Ebert about it and knows that Ebert does not respect Scorcese.", "The author thinks that Ebert is a dolt who is part of a Scorsese cult, and that he is incapable of disliking a Scorsese movie.", "He put words into Ebert's mouth, twisting what Ebert said about Scorsese films reminding people that film can touch us urgently and deeply, into something negative that Ebert didn't actually say." ], [ "It didn't have good cinematography.", "It revolves around the relationship between a man and a woman.", "It had a very low budget and a very tight timeline.", "The storyline was on life support after the first twenty minutes and died before the end." ], [ "His movies are cold and you don't get real emotion from them, just intensity.", "Scorsese's movies answered the times for which they were made, and since the times have moved on without Scorsese.", "He is the greatest director who ever lived.", "He made some of the most amazing special effects movies every produced, and he should have stuck with those kinds of lush, cinematic productions." ], [ "The presence of Robert De Niro, a cameo by Scorsese, tearjerker emotional scenes, alienated people wandering the tough streets of New York, looking for redemption.", "Voice-over narration, rock-n-roll music score, a cameo of a nude Barbara Hershey, alienated people wandering the tough streets of New York, looking for redemption.", "Soft-focus cinematography, rock-n-roll music score, an overall feel of the harsh verisimilitude, religious imagery. ", "Voice-over narration, brief appearance in the film by Scorsese, echoes of religious images, alienated people wandering the tough streets of New York, looking for redemption." ], [ "He doesn't like it. He refers to it as \"undone by its own perfectionism.\"", "He puts it right up there with Raging Bull, since it has a similar vicious character and a fantastic, hard-driving musical score.", "He does not like it. He says it is similar to other Scorsese movies, having all of Scorsese's typical tics, that it is overwhelming in intensity and pace yet brings no feelings, ", "He doesn't think it's Scorsese's best work, but it is a crowdpleaser, and it looks at the world with uncompromising honesty." ], [ "It finally puts De Niro on the map as a star, and launches a working relationship that lasts a long time.", "Liza Minnelli played a bit part in Mean Streets, that brought her to Scorsese's attention, leading to her becoming his mistress.", "It put an end to Harvey Keitel's career and started De Niro's.", "Before Mean Streets, Scorsese had only made shorts and cartoons, and afterward, he had his pick of work." ], [ "The concept that filmmakers should keep their politics out of films to avoid alienating part of the audience.", "The concept that a movie shows the ideas of an individual artist, usually the director, giving off a sense of solitary genius. ", "The concept that the makers of films always incorporated their politics into their films, whether they intended to or not.", "The concept that the best films were made by a small group of creative people working together." ], [ "Andrew Sarris promoted this theory, first brought out by Nikos Kazantzaki, and opposed by Roger Ebert and Francis Ford Coppola.", "Peter Biskind believed in this theorty, while several famous directors, like Steven Spielbert, pooh-poohed it because you couldn't get money for a good film by crashing around like a bull in a china shop.", "Pauline Kael first advanced this theory, and it was quickly adopted by Peter Biskind and other famous film critics. ", "Andrew Sarris promoted this theory, first brought out by a group of French critics, and Pauline Kael made mincemeat of it." ] ]

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[ "Why do the narrator and Artie make such a great (or horrible) pair?", "Who is the more practical of the two, Artie or the narrator, and why?", "Who tends to buy the pair's inventions even after they do not work correctly.", "Due to selling their inventions, the pair", "As far as the invention process goes, ", "Artie loves to discuss the story of the bumblebee because", "What would Artie like to name their latest invention?", "What are the two doing when the machine busts through the ceiling?", "What was the differentiation between each new set of items that the machine produced?", "Why does the narrator seem to offer a scientific explanation to Artie as to what their next course of action should be as the machine was rising out of their reach?" ]

[ [ "They are both of the mindset that the inventions will better the world, and it is their duty.", "They both believe that keeping America at the forefront of the race for technology is for the betterment of the country,", "Artie's love for invention and the narrator's love for the adventure of what the invention will bring make them unstoppable.", "They are driven by a need based on pure greed." ], [ "The narrator is more practical because he listens to reason and tries to think through all possibilities that could occur.", "The narrator is more practical because he is a man of science.", "Artie is more practical because he listens to reason and tries to think through all possibilities that could occur.", "Artie is more practical because he is a man of science." ], [ "Their parents.", "The government.", "The narrator buys them so that Artie does not get into trouble", "Their competitors." ], [ "Have gone broke because they cannot recoup enough of their investment.", "Have become very well off.", "Have become millionaires many times over.", "Have remained the same wealth-wise." ], [ "The narrator goes through the entire process on his own and then he calls in Artie to check his work.", "Artie builds what the narrator thinks up.", "The narrator builds what Artie thinks up.", "Artie goes through the entire process on his own, and then he calls in the narrator to check his work. " ], [ "some inventors believe that they should not be able to fly even to that day, proving inventors don't always know what they are talking about.", "some scientists do not believe that they die after they sting, proving that scientists don't always know what they are talking about.", "some inventors do not believe that they die after they sting, proving that inventors don't always know what they are talking about.", "some scientists believe that they should not be able to fly even to that day, proving scientists don't always know what they are talking about." ], [ "The Oo -oo- ah -ah, which stands for Other outfield's airplane afterburner.", "The Uuaa, which stands for Up, under, and away.", "The Oo -oo- ah -ah, which stands for Other one's after airplane.", "The Uuaa, which stands for Up up and away" ], [ "They are simply standing and watching it in awe.", "They were fighting.", "They were on the phone to the contact person who was planning to purchase it from them.", "They were arguing about who was going to get to name the machine." ], [ "They were all the same.", "Each set took twice as long to produce, so the machine was twice as high in the air as the one before it.", "Each set was twice as large as the one before it.", "Each set was twice as small as the one before it." ], [ "That is the only type of logic Artie will listen to.", "Artie insists that the narrator only speaks to him in such a fashion.", "Artie won't listen at all, so the narrator just starts rambling scientific mumbo jumbo.", "The narrator does not know how to simplify the answer." ] ]

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[ [ "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "Nothing came out, but Artie wasn't a bad lip-reader. He scowled, and\n his lips made a \"\nWhat?!\n\" motion, so I repeated my caution. Next thing", "I've got the knack for building them. Artie can't seem to slip a radio\n tube into its socket without shattering the glass, twist a screwdriver", "I shrugged, \"Straight up, I guess—\" Then my ears tuned in belatedly on\n what I'd said, and a moment later I squeaked, \"Artie! Straight", "Or, at least, it\nwas\nkind of adventurous, until Artie started in on", "\"How—?\" I said, but Artie was already figuring it out, aloud.", "\"How so?\" said Artie, craning over my shoulder to try and read my lousy\n calligraphics on the pad.", "to hear at all. Beside me, Artie's lips moved, but I couldn't catch\n a syllable. This time around, we'd looped a rope through a few metal", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "Artie shoved a shock of dust-colored hair back off his broad, dull pink\n forehead, and jabbed excitedly with a grimy forefinger at the diagram.", "\"Artie—!\" I said, uneasily, but by then, he, too, had recognized the\n objects for what they were.", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"" ], [ "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "Or, at least, it\nwas\nkind of adventurous, until Artie started in on", "\"How—?\" I said, but Artie was already figuring it out, aloud.", "\"Look, Artie,\" I interrupted, as twin napkins and toothpicks dropped\n down beside the new bowls on the table where the scale lay. \"We're going\n to have a little problem—\"", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "I've got the knack for building them. Artie can't seem to slip a radio\n tube into its socket without shattering the glass, twist a screwdriver", "I shrugged, \"Straight up, I guess—\" Then my ears tuned in belatedly on\n what I'd said, and a moment later I squeaked, \"Artie! Straight", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "\"It'll make less noise than a mouse in sneakers drooling on a blotter!\"\n enthused Artie, when I had it rigged again, and ready to go.", "But Artie told me about the bumblebee, and how there were still some\n scientists who insisted, according to the principles of aerodynamics,", "But Artie was already staring at the debris around the scale and making\n swift notes on a memo pad....", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "Artie shoved a shock of dust-colored hair back off his broad, dull pink\n forehead, and jabbed excitedly with a grimy forefinger at the diagram." ], [ "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "I'm as screwy as he is. At least, I keep letting myself get sucked into\n his plans, every time he's discovered the \"invention that will change", "Well, he was wrong. When we finally found a manufacturer softheaded\n enough to mass-produce a few thousand of the gadgets, total sales for\n the entire country amounted to seventeen. Of course, the price was kind", "I've got the knack for building them. Artie can't seem to slip a radio\n tube into its socket without shattering the glass, twist a screwdriver", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "\"Swell. So we work from there,\" He rubbed his hands together joyously.\n \"And who knows what we'll come up with.\"\n\n\n \"\nWe\nnever do, that's for sure,\" I mumbled.", "\"An inventor,\" he went dreamily onward, \"is essentially a dreamer; a\n scientist is an observer. An inventor tries to make a result he wants\n happen; a scientist tries to tell the inventor that the result cannot be\n achieved.\"", "\"So all right, it's got a couple of bugs!\" said Artie. \"But the\n principle's sound, right?\"", "Well, take the last thing we worked on. (He usually includes me in his\n plans because, while he's the better cooker-upper of these gadgets,", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "\"Remember, Artie, the more parts to an invention, the more things can go\n wrong with it. In geometric progression....\"", "Not, of course, that we didn't finally make money on the thing. It was\n just about that time, you'll remember, that the Imperial Martian Fleet", "\"However,\" he said, a bit more brightly, \"I've been wrong on paper\n before. Remember the bumblebee, Burt!\nThat\ntheory still holds up on\n paper. But the bee still flies.\"", "his attention. \"But isn't it going to put a crimp in our anti-gravity\n machine sales? Even at a mere mile in height, it means that the spot", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "\"Who knows?\" he said, his blue eyes dancing. \"Maybe no one ever thought\n of it before. You could sit down and twist a paper clip out of a hunk", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "ended up paying Artie (and me, as his partner-confederate-cohort) an\n anything-but-modest fee for his patents. We weren't in the millionaire", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of" ], [ "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "\"An inventor,\" he went dreamily onward, \"is essentially a dreamer; a\n scientist is an observer. An inventor tries to make a result he wants\n happen; a scientist tries to tell the inventor that the result cannot be\n achieved.\"", "ended up paying Artie (and me, as his partner-confederate-cohort) an\n anything-but-modest fee for his patents. We weren't in the millionaire", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "\"Who knows?\" he said, his blue eyes dancing. \"Maybe no one ever thought\n of it before. You could sit down and twist a paper clip out of a hunk", "Not, of course, that we didn't finally make money on the thing. It was\n just about that time, you'll remember, that the Imperial Martian Fleet", "\"Swell. So we work from there,\" He rubbed his hands together joyously.\n \"And who knows what we'll come up with.\"\n\n\n \"\nWe\nnever do, that's for sure,\" I mumbled.", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "his attention. \"But isn't it going to put a crimp in our anti-gravity\n machine sales? Even at a mere mile in height, it means that the spot", "themselves with nothing outside them except hungry vacuum. It was also\n the\nlast\nthing the Martians knew.", "\"Burt—\" he said excitedly. \"Do you realize what we've done? We've\n invented a\nsyntheticizer\n!\"", "a week, and built his gadget, while he spent his time pacing through his\n fourteen-room mansion across the way from the lab building (the \"way\"", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "patent, made a few little adjustments on his cap-twister, and the\nnext\nthing the Martians knew, all their airlocks were busily unscrewing", "Well, he was wrong. When we finally found a manufacturer softheaded\n enough to mass-produce a few thousand of the gadgets, total sales for\n the entire country amounted to seventeen. Of course, the price was kind", "It was nearly lunchtime when he finished his spiel, and I was kicking\n myself in my short-memoried brain for having let him get onto the\n subject, when abruptly the joyous glow behind his eyes damped its", "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:" ], [ "\"An inventor,\" he went dreamily onward, \"is essentially a dreamer; a\n scientist is an observer. An inventor tries to make a result he wants\n happen; a scientist tries to tell the inventor that the result cannot be\n achieved.\"", "It wasn't, I had to admit, anything that an inventor could have\n reasonably theorized at the outset.... So I locked myself in the lab for", "\"Who knows?\" he said, his blue eyes dancing. \"Maybe no one ever thought\n of it before. You could sit down and twist a paper clip out of a hunk", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"Remember, Artie, the more parts to an invention, the more things can go\n wrong with it. In geometric progression....\"", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "of soft wire, couldn't you? Easy as pie. But someone had to invent the\n thing, first. All the great inventions have been simple. Look at the\n wheel.\"", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "\"Well,\" I said, pointing to each notation in turn, \"the first batch,\n bowl-to-toothpick, took twenty seconds, if we include the time-lapse", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "a week, and built his gadget, while he spent his time pacing through his\n fourteen-room mansion across the way from the lab building (the \"way\"", "\"Swell. So we work from there,\" He rubbed his hands together joyously.\n \"And who knows what we'll come up with.\"\n\n\n \"\nWe\nnever do, that's for sure,\" I mumbled.", "\"Burt—\" he said excitedly. \"Do you realize what we've done? We've\n invented a\nsyntheticizer\n!\"", "Even as he was saying it, the objects completed their mid-air\n materialization (time: five seconds, start to finish), and clattered", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "fact that the helices had to suck all their air in under the lip of the\n silvery nose-cone before they could thrust properly. But its rise was\n steady. Six inches, ten inches—" ], [ "But Artie told me about the bumblebee, and how there were still some\n scientists who insisted, according to the principles of aerodynamics,", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "\"However,\" he said, a bit more brightly, \"I've been wrong on paper\n before. Remember the bumblebee, Burt!\nThat\ntheory still holds up on\n paper. But the bee still flies.\"", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"Please. Artie. Don't tell me about the bee again.\"", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "Artie looked blank. \"Thank you very kindly for the math lesson,\" he said\n finally, \"but I still don't see what you are driving at, Burt. How does\n this present a problem?\"", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "to hear at all. Beside me, Artie's lips moved, but I couldn't catch\n a syllable. This time around, we'd looped a rope through a few metal", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "Artie shoved a shock of dust-colored hair back off his broad, dull pink\n forehead, and jabbed excitedly with a grimy forefinger at the diagram.", "Nothing came out, but Artie wasn't a bad lip-reader. He scowled, and\n his lips made a \"\nWhat?!\n\" motion, so I repeated my caution. Next thing", "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "\"Nothing, Artie, nothing. But—\nCornflakes\n?\"", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said." ], [ "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "wheezed, \"Got it,\" Artie was counterpointing with, \"We'll call it The\nUuaa\n!\" (He made four syllables out of it.)", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "adventurous, when I'm working on Artie's latest brainstorm, to let\n myself wonder what—since I generally scrap Artie's prognosis for the\n gadget's future—the damned thing will", "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "\"It'll make less noise than a mouse in sneakers drooling on a blotter!\"\n enthused Artie, when I had it rigged again, and ready to go.", "Artie looked at the gadget, sitting and whistling on the floor of the\n lab, then turned a bleak-but-still-hopeful glance my way. \"Maybe—If we", "Thermovil—had begun life as a small inspiration in Artie's mind for a\n portable toaster).", "\"Burt—\" he said excitedly. \"Do you realize what we've done? We've\n invented a\nsyntheticizer\n!\"", "being the flat grassy region on Artie's estate that housed his swimming\n pool, private heliport, and movie theatre), trying to coin a nifty name\n for the thing. We both finished in a dead heat.", "\"How—?\" I said, but Artie was already figuring it out, aloud.", "\"Hey, Artie—\" I began, but he was too busy figuring out this latest\n development.", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible" ], [ "the ascending machine before it started using its helices to screw into\n the ceiling. The cones bit into the tarpaulin, tangled, jammed, and the", "way into the ceiling, until the engine overheated and burned away the\n electrical insulation on the wires, and the machine, plus a good two", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "I pointed toward the un-repaired hole in the lab ceiling, where the\n machine, after dutifully disgorging the number-seven load, was slowly", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "to join their predecessors, the machine gave a satisfied shake, and\n rose steadily to the two-foot level. I was scribbling frantically in my\n notebook:", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "machine—mercifully noiseless, now—crashed back onto the scale, and\n lost a lot of symmetry and a couple of rivets.", "I knew, he was taking a poke at me, and I, to fend him off, ended up\n wrestling on the floor with him, while the untended machine burred its", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "grommets in the base of the machine, and as it rose, Artie slipped the\n trailing ends under his arms from behind, and proceeded to lash it", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "the machine. And we've insulated the tube to keep extraneous vibration\n from shattering it with super-induced metal fatigue.\"", "Then, at precisely one foot in height, something unexpected happened.\n Under the base of the machine, where the sound-heated air was at its", "ten lookalikes below it as the machine bobbed silently to the six-foot\n mark, \"we have one interesting thing in our favor: the time element.\"", "Sure enough, though, the thing lifted. Up it bobbed, like a metal\n dirigible with agonizing gas pains, shrieking louder by the second.", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "Even as he was saying it, the objects completed their mid-air\n materialization (time: five seconds, start to finish), and clattered", "rise of machine per foot: 2 seconds.\n\"Burt—!\" Artie yelled joyously, just as I completed the last item,\n \"Look at that, will you?!\"", "much\n, but it made the machine weigh at least what the\n dust-weight equalled, and down it went. Slow and easy, but down.\"" ], [ "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "\"So the second batch took double. Forty seconds. Not only did it require\n thirty-six seconds for the formation of the stuff, it took the machine\n twice as many seconds to reach the two-foot mark.\"", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "\"Right. A full minute. And the materialization of the objects is—Boy,\n that's noisy!\" I interrupted myself as batch number six came smashing", "Even as he was saying it, the objects completed their mid-air\n materialization (time: five seconds, start to finish), and clattered", "new embellishments for the machine. Where it was originally a sort\n of humped metal box (the engine went inside the hump) studded with", "\"Well,\" I said, pointing to each notation in turn, \"the first batch,\n bowl-to-toothpick, took twenty seconds, if we include the time-lapse", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "\"Well, bowl number one formed just below the exhaust vent of the central\n cylinder. Bowls two and three, or—if you prefer—bowl-batch two,", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "\"In other words,\" said Artie, \"each new formation comes in a spot\n beneath this cone where it's possible for the new formations to", "and clinked onto the scale. We stood and looked down at them: A bowl of\n cornflakes and a silver spoon.", "much\n, but it made the machine weigh at least what the\n dust-weight equalled, and down it went. Slow and easy, but down.\"", "Then, at precisely one foot in height, something unexpected happened.\n Under the base of the machine, where the sound-heated air was at its", "to join their predecessors, the machine gave a satisfied shake, and\n rose steadily to the two-foot level. I was scribbling frantically in my\n notebook:", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "\"Of course,\" I said, calculating rapidly as the five-foot mark produced\n a neat quintet of everything, a quintet which crashed noisily onto the", "\"Who knows?\" he said, his blue eyes dancing. \"Maybe no one ever thought\n of it before. You could sit down and twist a paper clip out of a hunk", "rise of machine per foot: 2 seconds.\n\"Burt—!\" Artie yelled joyously, just as I completed the last item,\n \"Look at that, will you?!\"" ], [ "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "grommets in the base of the machine, and as it rose, Artie slipped the\n trailing ends under his arms from behind, and proceeded to lash it", "rise of machine per foot: 2 seconds.\n\"Burt—!\" Artie yelled joyously, just as I completed the last item,\n \"Look at that, will you?!\"", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "to join their predecessors, the machine gave a satisfied shake, and\n rose steadily to the two-foot level. I was scribbling frantically in my\n notebook:", "\"How—?\" I said, but Artie was already figuring it out, aloud.", "to hear at all. Beside me, Artie's lips moved, but I couldn't catch\n a syllable. This time around, we'd looped a rope through a few metal", "But Artie told me about the bumblebee, and how there were still some\n scientists who insisted, according to the principles of aerodynamics,", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "I thought it over, then said, with deliberation, \"In\nall\ndirections,\n Artie. One part shoving up-to-the-right, one part up-to-the-left, like\n that.\"", "Artie looked at the gadget, sitting and whistling on the floor of the\n lab, then turned a bleak-but-still-hopeful glance my way. \"Maybe—If we", "\"Artie—!\" I said, uneasily, but by then, he, too, had recognized the\n objects for what they were.", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "Sure enough, though, the thing lifted. 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[ "What clue does Steffens pick up on that initially leads him to believe that no humans inhabit the planet they land on?", "Why does Bal speculate that it has probably taken over 10,000 years to cause the marks they find on the rocks?", "What frightens Steffens and Ball in regards to the structures that they discover on the planet?", "What is Steffens's crew looking for on the planet they land on?", "What makes the ship's crew speechless?", "What is Steffens's initial reaction regarding the robots?", "How does Steffens believe he can get around the law in regards to making contact with the robots?", "What is the internal conflict that Steffens faces in regards to making contact with the robots?", "Once the men land, how do the robots seem to change?", "What seems to make the robots feel sadness?" ]

[ [ "He notices that the air is hard to breathe, but there are no airlocks on any of the buildings, making it impossible for anyone to live there.", "He was warned of a plague that broke out there some time ago that killed all of civilization.", "He knew that the planet had been bombed, and all of the people perished. ", "There is no source of water on the planet." ], [ "It takes water that long to wear rock down to the point those are.", "It takes rocks rubbing against one another that long to wear down that far.", "It takes fire that long to wear rock down to the point those are. ", "It takes wind that long to wear rock down the point those are" ], [ "They are proof that man has inhabited the planet for thousands of years, and they have no record of man living there.", "There are no structures to house their spacecraft in order to make the necessary repairs to return home.", "They had heard old wive's tales their whole lives about the structures being haunted, and they believed that they were sure to encounter spirits while there.", "They realize that who (or what) ever built the structures had been traveling space for thousands of years longer than man, making them uneasy about what they might encounter, as that civilization had to be much more advanced than man." ], [ "A source of water for the rest of the human race", "A planet that can be inhabited by humans.", "A refuge where humans can escape the terrible conditions they are currently required to live under.", "A source of food for the rest of the human race." ], [ "They are found exactly what they were looking for on this planet, and they did not have words to express their joy and gratitude.", "They noticed an alien race that had never been discovered to their knowledge, and they were in awe.", "They realized that they were doomed to die on that planet, and they were all devastated.", "They saw that the planet appeared to have been devastated by war, and that was something that mankind had not experienced in many hundred years." ], [ "They are inferior to the other robots he's encountered. ", "they were clearly the cause of the devastation on that planet.", "The robots will be helpful guides to understanding the planet.", "They were perfectly engineered. " ], [ "He was the person in charge of making the laws and changing them. ", "The law enforcers will never know.", "Even though they are forbidden to make contact with other races, he didn't think robots would fall under the category of being \"a race.\"", "His father was the person in charge of making the laws and changing them." ], [ "He is afraid to put the lives of his crew in danger because of all of the unknown factors surrounding the planet and the robots.", "He is afraid if he does, then he will be punished for breaking the law, but if he doesn't make contact, he will be punished for neglecting his duties.", "He is afraid if he does, then Ball will be punished for breaking the law and not reporting him for making contact, or Ball will be punished because he does report Steffens because that would have discouraged him from doing his duty.", "He is afraid if he does, everyone on the ship will be punished for breaking the law, but if they don't make contact, everyone will be punished for neglecting their duties." ], [ "They seem disinterested in the men.", "They suddenly do not know how to communicate with the men.", "They become afraid of the men.", "They become hostile towards the men. " ], [ "When they find out the humans are planning to leave.", "When they discuss how long The Makers have been away.", "When they discuss the death of the makers.", "When they became aware that they were robots and not human." ] ]

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[ [ "When the ship had gone very low, looking for a landing site, Steffens\n was still by the screen. It was Steffens, then, who saw the thing move.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "No, it was his responsibility; he had to go on:\n\n\n \"We request—we respectfully request permission to land upon your\n planet.\"\nSteffens had not realized that there were so many.", "Steffens did not take his eyes from the screen. They were coming around\n to the daylight side.\n\n\n \"We'll go down and look for the answer,\" he said. \"Break out the\n radiation suits.\"", "outside the thing, little black bugs in the distance—moving around\n their birthplace.\nThe Earthmen remained for several weeks. During that time, Steffens was", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "The main screen being on, the whole crew saw it. Someone shouted and\n they stopped to stare, and Steffens was about to call for altitude when\n he saw that the city was dead.", "was immediately aware of all that was being said or thought, Steffens\n guessed that they had sent one forward just for appearance's sake,\n because they perceived that the Earthmen would feel more at home. The", "After a while, convinced that there was no danger, Steffens had the\n ship brought down. When the crew came out of the airlock, they were met", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "Steffens did not react to the news that his mind was being probed\n as violently as he might have. Nevertheless it was a shock, and he\n retreated into observant silence as the Aliencon men went to work.", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "free oxygen had since gone out of the atmosphere—good God, how old\n were the robots? Steffens looked at Ball, then at the silent robots,", "one morning, when Steffens came out of the ship, it was to discover\n that hundreds of the robots, working through the night, had effectively\n decontaminated the entire area.", "faces. They were almost like children in their eagerness, yet they were\n still reserved. Whoever had built them, Steffens thought in wonder, had\n built them well." ], [ "at least\nseveral thousand years to cut that deep, and the wind here has only a\n fraction of that force.\"", "Ball pointed again at the wall. \"Look at the striations. You can tell\n from that alone. It would take even a brisk Earth wind\nat least", "\"They would have been worn away. See the wind grooves? Anyway, there's\n not another building on the whole damn planet. You wouldn't call it\n much of a civilization.\"", "Ball looked at the captain, knowing what was in his mind. He smiled\n wryly and said: \"Five thousand years? Ten thousand? I don't know.\"\n\n\n Steffens whistled.", "\"Fifteen thousand,\" Ball said. When Steffens looked up, he added:\n \"That's what the geology boys say. Fifteen thousand, at the least.\"", "After a while Ball said: \"Well, which do you figure? Did our friends\n from the fourth planet do this, or were they the same people as these?\"", "you can see that the rock itself is native—\" he indicated the ledge\n beneath their feet—\"and was cut out a long while back.\"", "Standing there and gazing at the stone, Steffens felt the awe of great\n age. He had a hunch, deep and intuitive, that this was old—", "\"How long?\"\n\n\n Ball toed the sand uncomfortably. \"I wouldn't like to say off-hand.\"\n\n\n \"Make a rough estimate.\"", "\"You never can tell. Excavation probably won't be much use. These\n things are on a raised rock foundation, swept clean by the wind. And", "of the other planets here. They had starships and were warlike. Then,\n thousands of years ago. He began to realize how important it really was\n that Ball's question be answered.", "too\nold.\n He reached out a gloved hand, ran it gently over the smooth stone\n ridges of the wall. Although the atmosphere was very thin, he noticed", "He kicked at the sand distractedly. \"And most important, where are they\n now? A race with several thousand years....\"", "Man had been in space for only three hundred years. Whatever had built\n these had been in space for thousands of years.", "At a height of several miles, the ship moved up the zone, scanning,\n moving in the familiar slow spiral of the Mapping Command. Faint dark\n outlines of bare rocks and hills moved by below.", "at each other,\nthat\nlong ago. And this planet is only a parsec from\n Varius II, a civilization as old as Earth's. Did whoever built these", "in orderly rows across the front of the robot, all the way down to the\n base of the trunk. If they were numbers, Steffens thought, then it was\n a remarkably complicated system. But he noticed the same pattern on", "years, one month and four days. Peb has therefore remaining some\n thirty-eight years.\"", "He paused, thinking. If the ones on the fourth planet were alien to\n this world, they were from outer space, could not have come from one", "\"Looks like a temporary camp,\" Ball said. \"Very few buildings, and all\n built out of native materials, the only stuff available. Castaways,\n maybe?\"" ], [ "While Steffens stood by the screen, completely bewildered for the first\n time in his space career, Lieutenant Ball came up, hobbling slightly.", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "Ball stared confoundedly at the screen. The things were now a confusion\n of dots in the mist.\n\n\n \"Almost humanoid,\" Steffens said, \"but not quite.\"", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "When the ship had gone very low, looking for a landing site, Steffens\n was still by the screen. It was Steffens, then, who saw the thing move.", "faces. They were almost like children in their eagerness, yet they were\n still reserved. Whoever had built them, Steffens thought in wonder, had\n built them well.", "free oxygen had since gone out of the atmosphere—good God, how old\n were the robots? Steffens looked at Ball, then at the silent robots,", "Steffens shrugged. \"They saw us. We could leave now and let them quite\n possibly make a ... a legend out of our visit, or we could go down and\n see if they tie in with the buildings on Tyban IV.\"", "Ball was slowly absorbing the situation. He turned to gaze inquiringly\n at Steffens.\n\n\n \"Well, what do we do now?\"", "The ship leveled off. Steffens had no idea what to do; the sudden sight\n of the moving things had unnerved him. He had already sounded the", "Ball shook his head, sat down abruptly. Steffens turned from the\n screen, strode nervously across the Main Deck, thinking.", "While the excav crew worked steadily, turning up nothing, Steffens\n remained alone among the buildings. Ball came out to him, looked dryly\n at the walls.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "After a while, convinced that there was no danger, Steffens had the\n ship brought down. When the crew came out of the airlock, they were met", "\"You don't think these are native?\"\n\n\n Ball said he didn't. Steffens nodded.", "Steffens did not take his eyes from the screen. They were coming around\n to the daylight side.\n\n\n \"We'll go down and look for the answer,\" he said. \"Break out the\n radiation suits.\"", "\"It is a matter which has troubled us. We thought at first that you\n were the Makers returning—\" Steffens remembered the brief lapse, the", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "\"\nGreetings. Do not be alarmed. We do not wish you to be alarmed. Our\n desire is only to serve....\n\"\n\"Greetings, it said! Greetings!\" Ball was mumbling incredulously\n through shocked lips.", "Ball looked at the captain, knowing what was in his mind. He smiled\n wryly and said: \"Five thousand years? Ten thousand? I don't know.\"\n\n\n Steffens whistled." ], [ "When the ship had gone very low, looking for a landing site, Steffens\n was still by the screen. It was Steffens, then, who saw the thing move.", "After a while, convinced that there was no danger, Steffens had the\n ship brought down. When the crew came out of the airlock, they were met", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "No, it was his responsibility; he had to go on:\n\n\n \"We request—we respectfully request permission to land upon your\n planet.\"\nSteffens had not realized that there were so many.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Steffens did not take his eyes from the screen. They were coming around\n to the daylight side.\n\n\n \"We'll go down and look for the answer,\" he said. \"Break out the\n radiation suits.\"", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "outside the thing, little black bugs in the distance—moving around\n their birthplace.\nThe Earthmen remained for several weeks. During that time, Steffens was", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "Steffens shrugged. \"They saw us. We could leave now and let them quite\n possibly make a ... a legend out of our visit, or we could go down and\n see if they tie in with the buildings on Tyban IV.\"", "was immediately aware of all that was being said or thought, Steffens\n guessed that they had sent one forward just for appearance's sake,\n because they perceived that the Earthmen would feel more at home. The", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "The main screen being on, the whole crew saw it. Someone shouted and\n they stopped to stare, and Steffens was about to call for altitude when\n he saw that the city was dead.", "Steffens, embarrassed, spoke quickly to the nearest mechanical: \"I hope\n you will forgive us our curiosity, but—yours is a remarkable race. We", "Steffens went down low to make sure, then brought the ship around and\n headed out across the main continent into the bright area of the sun.", "blasted straight up; some of the crew went crashing to the deck.\n Steffens remained by the screen, increasing the magnification as the\n ship drew away. And he saw another, then two, then a black gliding", "While Steffens stood by the screen, completely bewildered for the first\n time in his space career, Lieutenant Ball came up, hobbling slightly.", "one morning, when Steffens came out of the ship, it was to discover\n that hundreds of the robots, working through the night, had effectively\n decontaminated the entire area.", "for the presence of life-forms as well as for the possibilities of\n human colonization. Make a check and nothing else. But he knew very\n clearly that if he returned to Sirius base without investigating this", "Steffens did not react to the news that his mind was being probed\n as violently as he might have. Nevertheless it was a shock, and he\n retreated into observant silence as the Aliencon men went to work." ], [ "No one on the ship had anything to say. None had ever seen a war, for\n there had not been war on Earth or near it for more than three hundred\n years.", "The ship leveled off. Steffens had no idea what to do; the sudden sight\n of the moving things had unnerved him. He had already sounded the", "Everyone on the ship had heard the voice. When it spoke again, Steffens\n was not sure whether it was just one voice or many voices.", "The main screen being on, the whole crew saw it. Someone shouted and\n they stopped to stare, and Steffens was about to call for altitude when\n he saw that the city was dead.", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "blasted straight up; some of the crew went crashing to the deck.\n Steffens remained by the screen, increasing the magnification as the\n ship drew away. And he saw another, then two, then a black gliding", "When the ship had gone very low, looking for a landing site, Steffens\n was still by the screen. It was Steffens, then, who saw the thing move.", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "For a long while, neither spoke, long enough for Steffens to grow tense\n and uncomfortable. He could not think of a thing to say, the robot was", "After a while, convinced that there was no danger, Steffens had the\n ship brought down. When the crew came out of the airlock, they were met", "While Steffens stood by the screen, completely bewildered for the first\n time in his space career, Lieutenant Ball came up, hobbling slightly.", "The two men stood for a long moment in silence. Man had been in\n interstellar space for three hundred years and this was the first", "Steffens did not react to the news that his mind was being probed\n as violently as he might have. Nevertheless it was a shock, and he\n retreated into observant silence as the Aliencon men went to work.", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "saw the dull ball of its head tilt upward as the ship came over, and\n then the hill was past.\nQuickly Steffens called for height. The ship bucked beneath him and", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "and then the blankness resolved into folds and piling clouds and dimly,\n in places, the surface showed through. The ship went down through the\n clouds, falling the last few miles on her brakers. They came into the", "\"I must tell you,\" the thing went on, \"that we ourselves are—curious.\"\n It stopped suddenly, struggling with a word it could not comprehend.\n Steffens waited, listening with absolute interest. It said at length:", "Ball looked at the captain, knowing what was in his mind. He smiled\n wryly and said: \"Five thousand years? Ten thousand? I don't know.\"\n\n\n Steffens whistled.", "Steffens nodded. \"But then the ship must have come back. Where did it\n go?\" He ceased kicking at the sand and looked up into the blue-black\n midday sky. \"We'll never know.\"" ], [ "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "Surprisingly, Steffens did not think about the future. Whenever he came\n near a robot, he sensed such a general, comfortable air of good feeling", "The robot paused. Steffens had a distinct impression that it was\n disconcerted.", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "\"Welcome,\" the robot said, speaking again to his mind, and now\n Steffens detected a peculiar alteration in the robot's tone. It was", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "For a long while, neither spoke, long enough for Steffens to grow tense\n and uncomfortable. He could not think of a thing to say, the robot was", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "It was at this point that Steffens asked how many robots there were.\n He learned to his amazement that there were more than nine million.", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life.", "\"God?\" the robot repeated without comprehension. \"What is God?\"\n\n\n Steffens explained briefly, and the robot answered:", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "faces. They were almost like children in their eagerness, yet they were\n still reserved. Whoever had built them, Steffens thought in wonder, had\n built them well.", "were whoever or whatever had built the robots, and the \"doctors,\"\n Steffens decided, were probably just that—doctor-robots, designed", "Steffens felt a peculiar, compelling urge to take the hand, realized\n right away that the urge to take the hand was not entirely his. The\n robot mind had helped.", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "Steffens did not react to the news that his mind was being probed\n as violently as he might have. Nevertheless it was a shock, and he\n retreated into observant silence as the Aliencon men went to work." ], [ "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "Although Steffens knew already what the robot could not possibly have\n known—that the Makers were gone and would never come back—he was a", "Surprisingly, Steffens did not think about the future. Whenever he came\n near a robot, he sensed such a general, comfortable air of good feeling", "Steffens felt a peculiar, compelling urge to take the hand, realized\n right away that the urge to take the hand was not entirely his. The\n robot mind had helped.", "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life.", "For a long while, neither spoke, long enough for Steffens to grow tense\n and uncomfortable. He could not think of a thing to say, the robot was", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "\"Welcome,\" the robot said, speaking again to his mind, and now\n Steffens detected a peculiar alteration in the robot's tone. It was", "\"God?\" the robot repeated without comprehension. \"What is God?\"\n\n\n Steffens explained briefly, and the robot answered:", "Steffens, meanwhile, courteously allowed Elb to probe into his mind.\n The robot extracted all the knowledge of matter that Steffens held,", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "were whoever or whatever had built the robots, and the \"doctors,\"\n Steffens decided, were probably just that—doctor-robots, designed", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "robot situation, he could very well be court-martialed one way or the\n other, either for breaking the Law of Contact or for dereliction of\n duty.", "It was at this point that Steffens asked how many robots there were.\n He learned to his amazement that there were more than nine million.", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out" ], [ "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "For a long while, neither spoke, long enough for Steffens to grow tense\n and uncomfortable. He could not think of a thing to say, the robot was", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "The robot paused. Steffens had a distinct impression that it was\n disconcerted.", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "Steffens felt a peculiar, compelling urge to take the hand, realized\n right away that the urge to take the hand was not entirely his. The\n robot mind had helped.", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life.", "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "But it created a problem in him. He had begun to picture for Elb the\n structure of human society, and the robot—a machine which did not eat\n or sleep—listened gravely and tried to understand. One day Steffens\n mentioned God.", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "\"Welcome,\" the robot said, speaking again to his mind, and now\n Steffens detected a peculiar alteration in the robot's tone. It was", "Surprisingly, Steffens did not think about the future. Whenever he came\n near a robot, he sensed such a general, comfortable air of good feeling", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "Although Steffens knew already what the robot could not possibly have\n known—that the Makers were gone and would never come back—he was a", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "It was Steffens' turn to struggle, and the robot waited patiently while\n Ball and the second robot looked on in silence. The Makers, obviously,", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "faces. They were almost like children in their eagerness, yet they were\n still reserved. Whoever had built them, Steffens thought in wonder, had\n built them well.", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"" ], [ "But when they did understand, the robots did a surprising thing.", "by the robots, and each man found himself with a robot at his side,\n humbly requesting to be of service. There were literally thousands of", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "the robots now, come from all over the barren horizon. The mass of them\n stood apart, immobile on a plain near the ship, glinting in the sun\n like a vast, metallic field of black wheat.", "Most of the robots were standing with the silent immobility of metal.\n Others threaded their way to the fore and came near the skiff, but none", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "They came, wonderingly, and the ring of robots widened. Steffens heard\n the one robot speak again. The voice was now much more friendly.", "Something he had not realized at the beginning was that he was as\n unusual to the robots as they were to him. It came to him with a great", "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "talking with a multi-limbed, intelligent hunk of dead metal upon the\n bare rock of a dead, ancient world, the unreality of it slowly died.\n It was impossible not to like the things. There was something in their", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "against a background of red-brown, bare rocks, was one of the robots.\n With slow, perfect movement, the robot carefully lifted one of the\n hanging arms of its side, of its\nright", "\"They could be the original inhabitants of this planet—the brains of\n them, at least, protected in radiation-proof metal. Anyway,\" he added,\n \"they're the most perfect mechanicals I've ever seen.\"", "one morning, when Steffens came out of the ship, it was to discover\n that hundreds of the robots, working through the night, had effectively\n decontaminated the entire area.", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "the robot's urging was still strong within him. He had an idea that, if\n they wanted to, the robots could control his mind. So when nothing more\n happened, he began to lose his fear.", "\"Welcome,\" the robot said, speaking again to his mind, and now\n Steffens detected a peculiar alteration in the robot's tone. It was", "shock that not one of the robots had ever seen a living thing. Not a\n bug, a worm, a leaf. They did not know what flesh was. Only the doctors" ], [ "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "shock that not one of the robots had ever seen a living thing. Not a\n bug, a worm, a leaf. They did not know what flesh was. Only the doctors", "The robot paused. Steffens had a distinct impression that it was\n disconcerted.", "But when they did understand, the robots did a surprising thing.", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "Something he had not realized at the beginning was that he was as\n unusual to the robots as they were to him. It came to him with a great", "\"No, not yet,\" he said, \"thank you.\" He swallowed hard as the robots\n continued waiting patiently.\n\n\n \"Could you tell me,\" he said at last, \"how old you are? Individually?\"", "\"By your reckoning,\" said his robot, and paused to make the\n calculation, \"I am forty-four years, seven months, and eighteen days of\n age, with ten years and approximately nine months yet to be alive.\"", "But it created a problem in him. He had begun to picture for Elb the\n structure of human society, and the robot—a machine which did not eat\n or sleep—listened gravely and tried to understand. One day Steffens\n mentioned God.", "talking with a multi-limbed, intelligent hunk of dead metal upon the\n bare rock of a dead, ancient world, the unreality of it slowly died.\n It was impossible not to like the things. There was something in their", "the robot's urging was still strong within him. He had an idea that, if\n they wanted to, the robots could control his mind. So when nothing more\n happened, he began to lose his fear.", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life.", "The robot which seemed to have been doing the speaking was in no way\n different from any of the others in the group. Since each of the robots", "Realizing that the robot could hear every word he was saying, Ball\n was for a while apprehensive. But the sheer unreality of standing and", "\"We await your coming,\" it said gravely, and repeated: \"Our desire is\n only to serve.\"\n\n\n And then the robots sent a\npicture\n." ] ]

[ "How can the reader initially tell that the narrator feels a sort of discontent towards the others he works with? ", "Why does his boss feel that the narrator has come to work at what is probably the most important place on Earth?", "Both the narrator and his boss express displeasure when it comes to what sort of people?", "Why is the narrator disappointed when he finds out what his work assignment is to be?", "Why does the narrator resent Len Ellsom?", "For the narrator's project, who is their test subject?", "Why does the narrator feel people in his field of science should be the \"rock stars\" of the science world and receive all the recognition and praise that is heaped on to those in neurosciences?", "The narrator compares people's expectations for him to", "What does Len credit for being the start of his drinking problem?", "Why does the narrator say Len should be proud?" ]

[ [ "He does not like the fact that they are only in the position they are in because their rich families paid their way in.", "He does not seem to approve of the way they dress or how they appear to be lazy.", "He doesn't appreciate the way that they speak to him?", "He speaks of their inferior intelligence." ], [ "They are in charge of training the most important scientists in the world.", "They are doing groundbreaking work in many scientific areas.", "They are the last place where free thought is allowed in America.", "They are charged with developing a cure for a plague that has started to kill off the human race." ], [ "Religious people who rely on God rather than science.", "Athletic people who do not have to be able to think in order to achieve advancement, just rely on their athletic ability.", "Creatives like artists and actors.", "Freethinkers like poets." ], [ "He wanted to work alone, but he was assigned a crew to assist him.", "He wanted to work directly under his supervisor.", "He wanted to be in charge of the weapon-making program.", "He wanted to work on the mysterious MS project." ], [ "Len is rich, and he is not afraid to remind the narrator that he is poor.", "He doesn't. They have been friends since college.", "Len took his place on the football team in college.", "Len took the narrator's girl, and now he has the job the narrator wanted." ], [ "A chimp named Ollie.", "A double amputee from the Army.", "An alien that they have captured and are holding to experiment on.", "Captives from the opposing side during the last great war." ], [ "Neuroscientists have it easier because not that many people are in need of brain surgery as they do artificial limbs, making the narrator's field much more in demand.", "Honestly, he doesn't care. He just doesn't like neuroscientists because Len works in that field, and he hates him.", "Neuroscientists are not as talented.", "Neuroscientists only have to worry about getting one component to work in order to be successful. People in the narrator's field have to focus on multiple things, and if they all don't work in unison, then the project doesn't work. That makes them twice as successful when it does." ], [ "slaves because they have to work for little money and no recognition.", "God because of what they expect them to be able to achieve.", "a bunch of losers who cannot get anything right.", "The neuroscientists who were able to get a robot to beat the world's chess champion." ], [ "Taking the narrator's girl.", "When he lost his parents.", "The day a robot he helped to create beat the world's chess champion.", "Knowing that the country was going to war again soon." ], [ "The success they had with the robot brain was a direct reflection of his own brain.", "He helped to contribute to creating a safer world.", "He got the girl of his dreams when he took the narrator's girlfriend.", "He has the job he always wanted." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "of protest against what he regards as the \"genteel\" manner of academic\n people. \"I got sort of restless this morning, so I ducked out and beat", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "even wince when we snap on the pros, and he does his best to carry out\n instructions. Still, there's something funny about the way he looks at", "and very sour the next, and inclined to poke fun at things other people\n take seriously. He used to write poetry.\"", "Now, I've heard talk like that before, and I don't like it. I don't\n like it at all. It so happens that I feel very strongly on the subject.", "\"It is\nnot\nsomething personal,\" he said, mimicking me. \"Guess I can", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "this afternoon. He's a bum, you see, but he's got a damned good mind\n and he's done a lot of reading. Among other things, he's smart enough", "I saw immediately that he was drunk—he always gets his words mixed\n up when he's drunk—and I tried to placate him by explaining that it\n wasn't anything like that; I'd been busy.", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee", "me. There's a kind of malicious expression in his eyes. At times, come\n to think of it, he reminds me of Len.", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "Guess I was a little previous in packing my soup-and-fish. Soon as I\n was shown to my room in the bachelor dorms, I dug it out and hung it", "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "So the boss has some doubts about Len.\nOctober 27, 1959\nUnpleasant evening with Len. It all started after dinner when he showed" ], [ "\"Parks,\" he said, \"you can count yourself a very fortunate young man.\n You've come to the most important address in America, not excluding the", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"Maybe you know,\" he went on, \"that in the days of Oppenheimer and\n Einstein, this place was called the Institute for Advanced Studies.", "\"Sure thing,\" he said. \"You're going to take charge of a very important\n lab. The Pro lab.\" I guess he saw my puzzled look. \"Pro—that's short", "\"I'm very glad to know that,\" the boss said. \"Confirms my own feeling\n about him.\"", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "\"Why all the jitters?\" I said. \"This could be the most wonderful tool\n ever invented. It might eliminate war altogether.\"", "So\nthat\nwas the secret of MS! The most extraordinary machine ever\n devised by the human mind! It was hard to conceal the thrill of\n excitement I felt, even as a relative outsider.", "October 6, 1959\nMet the boss this morning—hardly out of his thirties, crew-cut,", "\"Nonsense,\" the boss insisted. \"You're first and foremost a talented\n neuro man, and that's exactly what we need in the Pro department.", "\"I was with Remington a couple of years,\" he told me. \"If I do say\n so myself, we built the Air Force a real humdinger of a brain—in", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "from the Pentagon's hush-hush policy about it, that that's what we're\n working on here at IFACS. So he holds forth on the subject of Emsiac,\n and I listen.\"", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "Pentagon. In the world, probably. To get you oriented, suppose I sketch\n in some of the background of the place.\"", "\"Well,\" he said, \"if it isn't Ollie Parks! I thought you were out in\n Cal Tech, building schizophrenic bedbugs.\"" ], [ "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "Now, I've heard talk like that before, and I don't like it. I don't\n like it at all. It so happens that I feel very strongly on the subject.", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "way. I don't like his hanging around Kujack.\nOctober 25, 1959\nThe boss came along on our woodcutting expedition this morning and", "So the boss has some doubts about Len.\nOctober 27, 1959\nUnpleasant evening with Len. It all started after dinner when he showed", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "\"Sorry, kid,\" he said. \"I know how you hate this real jazzy stuff, but", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "of protest against what he regards as the \"genteel\" manner of academic\n people. \"I got sort of restless this morning, so I ducked out and beat", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "October 6, 1959\nMet the boss this morning—hardly out of his thirties, crew-cut,", "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "\"I'm very glad to know that,\" the boss said. \"Confirms my own feeling\n about him.\"", "up in my room, wagged his finger at me and said, \"Ollie, you've been\n avoiding me. That hurts. Thought we were pals, thick and thin and till", "\"You mean,\" the boss said with a smile, \"that it's stumping you.\"", "me. There's a kind of malicious expression in his eyes. At times, come\n to think of it, he reminds me of Len." ], [ "I said it sure was a challenge, and of course I'd do my level best to\n meet it. Still, I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. Around", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "I saw immediately that he was drunk—he always gets his words mixed\n up when he's drunk—and I tried to placate him by explaining that it\n wasn't anything like that; I'd been busy.", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "\"Sorry, kid,\" he said. \"I know how you hate this real jazzy stuff, but", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "Guess I was a little previous in packing my soup-and-fish. Soon as I\n was shown to my room in the bachelor dorms, I dug it out and hung it", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to start back,\" I cut in. \"I've got a lot of work to\n do.\"", "\"Why all the jitters?\" I said. \"This could be the most wonderful tool\n ever invented. It might eliminate war altogether.\"", "and tramp into the woods to cut logs for their fireplaces. Well, this\n morning I went with them, and as we were walking along the trail\n Goldweiser, my assistant, told me the idea behind these expeditions.", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee", "we followed the match, with a delegation of big brass from Washington,\n and for four hours straight the machine trounced Fortunescu every game.\n That was when I began to get scared. I went out that night and got", "\"Some tool,\" he sneered. He was so drunk by now that I could hardly\n understand what he was saying. \"The General Staff boys in Washington", "\"Well,\" he said, \"if it isn't Ollie Parks! I thought you were out in\n Cal Tech, building schizophrenic bedbugs.\"" ], [ "I find it hard to believe that Len Ellsom would say anything really\n nice about me. Must be his guilt about Marilyn that makes him talk that", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "\"By the way, sir,\" I said, \"I ran into Len Ellsom the other day. I\n didn't know he was here.\"", "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "me. There's a kind of malicious expression in his eyes. At times, come\n to think of it, he reminds me of Len.", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "heart set on getting into MS.\nOctober 6, 1959\nIt never rains, etc.: now it turns out that Len Ellsom's here, and\nhe's", "So the boss has some doubts about Len.\nOctober 27, 1959\nUnpleasant evening with Len. It all started after dinner when he showed", "Len was quiet for a while, gulping his beer and looking off into space.\n Then he turned to me.", "this side of the tracks.\" Len has always been very snobbish about my\n interest in folk music.", "\"From Doc Ellsom. I was having some beers with him the other night.\n He's got a very high opinion of you, says you build the best bedbugs in\n the business.\"", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "player, and out of the chess player came some kind of mechanical brain\n that's useful in military strategy.\nThat's\nwhat Len Ellsom's in the", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"Didn't tell you the whole truth the other day,\" Len mumbled. \"I\ndid", "right in the middle of MS! That lad certainly gets around. It's the\n usual Ellsom charm, I suppose.", "Now, I've heard talk like that before, and I don't like it. I don't\n like it at all. It so happens that I feel very strongly on the subject.", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "up in my room, wagged his finger at me and said, \"Ollie, you've been\n avoiding me. That hurts. Thought we were pals, thick and thin and till" ], [ "\"All right,\" I said. \"Let's make a test. I understand you used to be\n quite a football player. Well, just think of how you used to kick a\n football and try to do it now.\"", "Hospital—fellow by the name of Kujack, who lost both his legs in a\n land mine explosion outside Pyongyang—and shipped him up here to be a\n subject in our experiments.", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "He wants to talk about Marilyn, I suppose. Naturally. He has a guilty\n conscience. I'll have to make it quite clear to him that the whole", "our own people, and changed the name to the Institute for Advanced\nCybernetics\nStudies. We've got some pretty keen projects going now,\npret", "Don't know what to make of Kujack. His attitude is peculiar. Of course,\n he's very co-operative, lies back on the fitting table and doesn't", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "A year ago, the boss laid down a policy for the lab: begin with legs\n because, while the neuro-motor systems in legs and arms are a lot", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "this afternoon. He's a bum, you see, but he's got a damned good mind\n and he's done a lot of reading. Among other things, he's smart enough", "\"Well,\" he said, \"if it isn't Ollie Parks! I thought you were out in\n Cal Tech, building schizophrenic bedbugs.\"", "and tramp into the woods to cut logs for their fireplaces. Well, this\n morning I went with them, and as we were walking along the trail\n Goldweiser, my assistant, told me the idea behind these expeditions.", "up one more log. Makes him feel he belongs to the human race again.\n Einstein, you know, used to get the same results with a violin.\"" ], [ "the real glamor boys of the profession. They're not asked to duplicate\n the human brain in its\nentirety\n—all they have to do is isolate and", "That's why the robot-brain boys can get such quick and spectacular\n results, have their pictures in the papers all the time, and become", "\"Nonsense,\" the boss insisted. \"You're first and foremost a talented\n neuro man, and that's exactly what we need in the Pro department.", "A year ago, the boss laid down a policy for the lab: begin with legs\n because, while the neuro-motor systems in legs and arms are a lot", "Einstein made so famous) and moccasins, and when they're not puttering\n in the labs they're likely to be lolling on the grass, lounging in", "\"As I see it,\" I said, \"there are two sides to the problem, the\n kinesthetic and the neural. We're making definite progress on the K", "I think a scientist should like what he's doing and not want to take\n refuge in Nature from the Laws of Nature (which is downright illogical,\n anyhow). I, for one, enjoy cutting logs precisely", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "cyberneticist, nothing was too good for his colleagues\n \nin science.\nMuch\ntoo good for them\n!", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "\"Well, that got Wiener started. You may remember that when he founded\n the science of cybernetics, he announced that on the basis of the", "up one more log. Makes him feel he belongs to the human race again.\n Einstein, you know, used to get the same results with a violin.\"", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "uncontaminated cerebrum contemplating the eternal slippery verities of\n gravity and electromagnetism; he's just one more guy trying to slice", "mum. Leave us avoid the subject of brains in this\nkeen\nplace. We\n all have a job to do on the team.\" I suppose that was meant to be a", "So\nthat\nwas the secret of MS! The most extraordinary machine ever\n devised by the human mind! It was hard to conceal the thrill of\n excitement I felt, even as a relative outsider.", "Damn! Everybody knows MS is the thing to get into. It gives you real\n standing in the field if it gets around that you're an MS man. I had my", "After M. I. T. I\nhad\nspent some time out in California doing\n neuro-cyber research, I explained—but what was", "When Kujack arrived, the neuro boys made a major decision. It didn't\n make sense, they agreed, to keep building experimental legs directly", "\"Bravo, Goldie,\" he said. \"Let us by all means pretend that we belong\n to the human race. Make way for the new cyberneticists with their old\n saws. Cyberneticist, spare that tree!\"" ], [ "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "this afternoon. He's a bum, you see, but he's got a damned good mind\n and he's done a lot of reading. Among other things, he's smart enough", "\"The night is young,\" he said, \"and you're so dutiful. Where was I? Oh", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee", "\"Why all the jitters?\" I said. \"This could be the most wonderful tool\n ever invented. It might eliminate war altogether.\"", "and tramp into the woods to cut logs for their fireplaces. Well, this\n morning I went with them, and as we were walking along the trail\n Goldweiser, my assistant, told me the idea behind these expeditions.", "up in my room, wagged his finger at me and said, \"Ollie, you've been\n avoiding me. That hurts. Thought we were pals, thick and thin and till", "Guess I was a little previous in packing my soup-and-fish. Soon as I\n was shown to my room in the bachelor dorms, I dug it out and hung it", "Now, I've heard talk like that before, and I don't like it. I don't\n like it at all. It so happens that I feel very strongly on the subject.", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "and very sour the next, and inclined to poke fun at things other people\n take seriously. He used to write poetry.\"" ], [ "Len was quiet for a while, gulping his beer and looking off into space.\n Then he turned to me.", "So the boss has some doubts about Len.\nOctober 27, 1959\nUnpleasant evening with Len. It all started after dinner when he showed", "me. There's a kind of malicious expression in his eyes. At times, come\n to think of it, he reminds me of Len.", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "\"Lushing it up,\" he said. \"Getting stinking from drinking.\" He still\n likes to use the most flamboyant slang; I consider it an infantile form", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "\"Didn't tell you the whole truth the other day,\" Len mumbled. \"I\ndid", "I saw immediately that he was drunk—he always gets his words mixed\n up when he's drunk—and I tried to placate him by explaining that it\n wasn't anything like that; I'd been busy.", "I find it hard to believe that Len Ellsom would say anything really\n nice about me. Must be his guilt about Marilyn that makes him talk that", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "statement. Hell with the Aesopian language. I've been a plain lush for\n going on three years. Ever since—\"", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "\"By the way, sir,\" I said, \"I ran into Len Ellsom the other day. I\n didn't know he was here.\"", "and very sour the next, and inclined to poke fun at things other people\n take seriously. He used to write poetry.\"", "\"Some tool,\" he sneered. He was so drunk by now that I could hardly\n understand what he was saying. \"The General Staff boys in Washington", "we sat down in a booth, Len borrowed all the nickels I had, put them\n in the jukebox and pressed the levers for a lot of old Louie Armstrong\n records." ], [ "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "Len was quiet for a while, gulping his beer and looking off into space.\n Then he turned to me.", "me. There's a kind of malicious expression in his eyes. At times, come\n to think of it, he reminds me of Len.", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "I find it hard to believe that Len Ellsom would say anything really\n nice about me. Must be his guilt about Marilyn that makes him talk that", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"By the way, sir,\" I said, \"I ran into Len Ellsom the other day. I\n didn't know he was here.\"", "\"I'm very glad to know that,\" the boss said. \"Confirms my own feeling\n about him.\"", "\"Didn't tell you the whole truth the other day,\" Len mumbled. \"I\ndid", "this side of the tracks.\" Len has always been very snobbish about my\n interest in folk music.", "I was relieved to see him taking it so well because I know how anxious\n he is to get results from the Pro lab. Since Pro is one of the few", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "So the boss has some doubts about Len.\nOctober 27, 1959\nUnpleasant evening with Len. It all started after dinner when he showed", "humorous imitation of the boss; Len always did fancy himself quite a\n clown.", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"" ] ]

[ "When the story opens, Mike kills an eagle, which is perplexing to his brother. As the story progresses, what insight is given into is possible motivation?", "What did Mike's employers blame for the explosion?", "What was the official report given in terms of the explosion and Mike's injuries?", "Why does might not believe that electricity didn't have anything to do with the reason he ended up in the hospital.6", "What was one of the side effects that Mike \"suffered from\" due to his injury?", "What proof does Mike offer Andy to show him that he is not crazy about his current relationship with electricity?", "When Mike receives the final electric shock in the cabin, what seems to happen?", "When he awakens, what has happened to Mike?", "When Rhys tried to explain to Mike what has occurred, what does Mike try to cling to?", "Who does Adric's brother blame for Adric's actions?" ]

[ [ "His bout with electricity has completely messed up his thought process and ability to reason.", "His instinct to kill the bird stems from his life in the other universe.", "He wants to do everything he can to upset his brother because his brother is the cause of all of Mike's issues.", "He knows that eagles are going to cause the end of society as we know it." ], [ "They blamed an electrical storm.", "Mike's inability to perform his job.", "Another country's spies had booby-trapped the area and caused the explosion.", "Mike's lack of sleep - he had been awake for several days at the time of the explosion." ], [ "He tried to kill himself by electrocuting himself.", "He was the victim of a foreign attack.", "He was struck by lightning.", "He was attacked so because a competitor attempted to get secrets from him, and when Mike refused to give them the information, they hurt him." ], [ "He knows the truth behind his injury.", "The amount of electricity they claimed he was exposed to would have killed, not injured, him.", "He healed far too quickly for his injury to have been brought about by electricity.", "Electricity would not have caused him to be branded." ], [ "He knows things now that he didn't know before, and he never had the opportunity to learn them.", "He was unable to walk.", "He has amnesia.", "He now believes that there is a conspiracy in the works, and they will eventually kill him." ], [ "He shows Andy what happens when he touches the radio.", "He powers the electricity for the entire house with his mind.", "He lights up a lightbulb with just his finger.", "He kills another eagle with electricity that he shoots from his hands." ], [ "He becomes super-powered.", "He becomes completely insane and dangerous.", "He dies because of the amount of electricity that shocked him, but he comes back to life somehow.", "He makes contact with someone from a different universe or time." ], [ "He realized that he has killed Andy.", "He is in the middle of nowhere, and he doesn't know how he got there or how to get back home.", "He appears to be in a parallel universe.", "The government is experimenting on him." ], [ "His identity as a human.", "His identity as an American.", "His identity as Mike.", "His identity as Adric." ], [ "He blames Adric because he will do anything for Karamy.", "He blames Andy for not stopping Mike.", "He blames himself for not stopping Adric.", "He blames Mike because the power he has over electric has somehow managed to split the universe." ] ]

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[ [ "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. \"There's your\n eagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday.\" I started to reel", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "eagle failed to scent or to see us, swooping down and dropping on the\n cougar's head. Andy's camera clicked twice. The eagle thrust in its\n beak—", "We crouched together in the underbrush, watching, as the big bird\n of prey wheeled down in a slow spiral toward the dead cougar. Andy", "in my ears as the eagle started away with flapping, angry wings—then,\n in fury, swept down at me, pinions beating around my head. I heard and", "I took a step to follow, then stopped, bending to retrieve the broken\n pieces of Andy's cherished camera. The kid must have hit the eagle with", "I blinked, rubbing my hand across my eyes. The hand came away wet. I\n was standing in the clearing, the knife in my hand red with blood. Bird\n blood. I heard myself ask, stupidly, \"What happened?\"", "was trembling with excitement, the camera poised against his chest,\n his eyes glued in the image-finder. \"Golly—\" he whispered, almost\n prayerfully, \"six foot wing spread—maybe more—\"", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "from the attacking eagle, my hand tugging automatically at the hunting\n knife in my belt. Andy's shout of surprised anger was a faraway noise", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "felt the wicked beak dart in, and thrust blindly upward with the knife,\n ripped, slashing, hearing the bird's scream of pain and the flapping of\n wide wings. A red haze spun around me—", "A red-hot wire flared in my brain. The bird—the bird—I leaped out of\n cover, running swiftly across the ten-foot clearing that separated us", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "The bird screamed again, warily, head cocked into the wind. We were to\n leeward; the scent of the carrion masked our enemy smell from him. The", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "and time again to stay clear of the big birds. Now that the urgency\n of action had deserted me, I felt stupid and a little lightheaded. I" ], [ "that had lost me my job later. They called it overwork, but I knew they\n thought the explosion had disturbed my brain. I didn't blame them. I\n would have liked to think so.", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "I knew the lab hadn't been struck by lightning. The Major knew it\n too; I found that out the day I reported back to work. All the time", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "built a special supersonic condenser, and had had trouble with a set\n of magnetic coils that wouldn't wind properly. When the thing blew up", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "I could understand all that. What I resented was the way they treated\n me after I went back to work. They transferred me to another division", "\"It wasn't a message from Mars,\" I suggested unsmiling, and he didn't\n think that was funny either. But there was relief on his face as I left\n the office and went to clean out my drawer.", "I shrugged without answering. We'd been over that before. I'd known\n it when they threw me out of the government lab, just after the big", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "news.\" I took my hand away again. \"I don't want to blow the thing up.\"", "grew stubborn, \"the lab was wrecked and you were hurt. We've got to\n have something for the record.\"", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "The Major told me all I needed to know, the day before I took the plane\n to Alaska. His scowl said more than his words, and they said plenty." ], [ "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "that had lost me my job later. They called it overwork, but I knew they\n thought the explosion had disturbed my brain. I didn't blame them. I\n would have liked to think so.", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "I knew the lab hadn't been struck by lightning. The Major knew it\n too; I found that out the day I reported back to work. All the time", "grew stubborn, \"the lab was wrecked and you were hurt. We've got to\n have something for the record.\"", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "body. I was still alive. It would have been a hell of a way to commit\n suicide—but I hadn't.", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "The Major told me all I needed to know, the day before I took the plane\n to Alaska. His scowl said more than his words, and they said plenty.", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "But before I could show the scars to anybody outside the hospital, they\n were gone. Not healed; just gone. I remembered the look on the medic's", "My feet struck hard flooring. I wrenched back to consciousness with a\n jolt. Winds blew coldly in my face; the cabin walls had been flung back", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"", "shocks men into insensibility or death. It doesn't explode. Radio waves\n are in themselves harmless. Most important of all, what maniac freak of\n lightning was I carrying in my body that made me immune to electrical", "news.\" I took my hand away again. \"I don't want to blow the thing up.\"", "built a special supersonic condenser, and had had trouble with a set\n of magnetic coils that wouldn't wind properly. When the thing blew up", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "\"It wasn't a message from Mars,\" I suggested unsmiling, and he didn't\n think that was funny either. But there was relief on his face as I left\n the office and went to clean out my drawer." ], [ "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "shocks men into insensibility or death. It doesn't explode. Radio waves\n are in themselves harmless. Most important of all, what maniac freak of\n lightning was I carrying in my body that made me immune to electrical", "me around. It can't knock me out. Have you noticed I let you turn the\n lights on and off? The day we came up, I shorted my electric razor and\n blew out five fuses trying to change one.\"", "here wouldn't help. If it didn't let up, I'd take the first train home\n and see a good electrician—or a psychiatrist. But right now, I was\n going to hit the sack.", "hospital? Where had those scars come from? More important, what had\n made a radio lab blow up in the first place? Electricity sets fires; it", "I knew the lab hadn't been struck by lightning. The Major knew it\n too; I found that out the day I reported back to work. All the time", "It started one day in the lab with a shadow on the sun and an elusive\n short circuit that gave me shock after shock until I was jittery. By", "I hadn't had any sleep for three nights, but that wasn't the reason. I\n was normal then; just another communications man, intent on radio and\n this new equipment and without any of the crazy impractical notions", "\"I know all that, Kenscott. No electrical storms reported in the\n vicinity; no radio disturbance within a thousand miles. But—\" his jaw", "that had lost me my job later. They called it overwork, but I knew they\n thought the explosion had disturbed my brain. I didn't blame them. I\n would have liked to think so.", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "you might get your head blown off, not just a dose of stray voltage\n out of the blue. We've done everything but stand on our heads trying\n to find out where that spare energy came from—and where it went. But", "looked disgustedly over his shoulder at the work table where the light\n spilled over a confused litter of wires and magnets and coils. \"You've\n turned this place into a branch office of General Electric!\"", "that I couldn't walk without shaking, or light a cigarette without\n burning myself, for months. The thing I minded was what I remembered\nbefore", "type\nof scars on my body didn't ring true.\n Electricity—even freak lightning—doesn't make that kind of burns. And", "body. I was still alive. It would have been a hell of a way to commit\n suicide—but I hadn't.", "in the cabin winked swiftly out, but my hand on the switch crackled\n with a phosphorescent glow as the entire house current poured into my", "face when I showed him the place where the scars had been. He didn't\n think I was crazy; he thought\nhe\nwas.", "\"I wish I were,\" I said. \"That energy just drains into me, and nothing\n happens. I'm immune.\" I shrugged, rose and walked across to the" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "that I couldn't walk without shaking, or light a cigarette without\n burning myself, for months. The thing I minded was what I remembered\nbefore", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "It took me a long time to get well. The ribs healed fast—faster\n than the doctor liked. I didn't mind the hospital part, except", "that had lost me my job later. They called it overwork, but I knew they\n thought the explosion had disturbed my brain. I didn't blame them. I\n would have liked to think so.", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "Where had the intangible part of me been, those eighteen hours when\n I first lay crushed under a fallen beam, then under morphine in the", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "body. I was still alive. It would have been a hell of a way to commit\n suicide—but I hadn't.", "face when I showed him the place where the scars had been. He didn't\n think I was crazy; he thought\nhe\nwas.", "over bad mountain roads. Neither of us had thought to turn off the\n radio; it was moaning out some interminable throbbing jazz. I turned\n over my notes, restlessly, not really seeing them. Once Andy's voice", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "It started one day in the lab with a shadow on the sun and an elusive\n short circuit that gave me shock after shock until I was jittery. By" ], [ "me around. It can't knock me out. Have you noticed I let you turn the\n lights on and off? The day we came up, I shorted my electric razor and\n blew out five fuses trying to change one.\"", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "shocks men into insensibility or death. It doesn't explode. Radio waves\n are in themselves harmless. Most important of all, what maniac freak of\n lightning was I carrying in my body that made me immune to electrical", "didn't wonder Andy thought I was crazy. I thought so myself more than\n half the time. I stowed the broken camera in my tackle box, mentally\n promising Andy a better one; hunted up the abandoned lines and poles,", "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "\"Must be real important,\" Andy said sourly, \"if it makes you act like\n bughouse bait.\"", "current? I hadn't told Andy about the time I'd deliberately grounded\n the electric dynamo in the cellar and taken the whole voltage in my", "Andy came over and switched the button back on. The little panel light\n glowed steadily, and the mellow voice of Milton Cross filled the", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "It started one day in the lab with a shadow on the sun and an elusive\n short circuit that gave me shock after shock until I was jittery. By", "face when I showed him the place where the scars had been. He didn't\n think I was crazy; he thought\nhe\nwas.", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "I hadn't had any sleep for three nights, but that wasn't the reason. I\n was normal then; just another communications man, intent on radio and\n this new equipment and without any of the crazy impractical notions" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "shocks men into insensibility or death. It doesn't explode. Radio waves\n are in themselves harmless. Most important of all, what maniac freak of\n lightning was I carrying in my body that made me immune to electrical", "in the cabin winked swiftly out, but my hand on the switch crackled\n with a phosphorescent glow as the entire house current poured into my", "me around. It can't knock me out. Have you noticed I let you turn the\n lights on and off? The day we came up, I shorted my electric razor and\n blew out five fuses trying to change one.\"", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "It started one day in the lab with a shadow on the sun and an elusive\n short circuit that gave me shock after shock until I was jittery. By", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "My feet struck hard flooring. I wrenched back to consciousness with a\n jolt. Winds blew coldly in my face; the cabin walls had been flung back", "carefully stowed them, cleaned our day's catch. It was dark before I\n started for the cabin; I could hear the hum of the electric dynamo I'd", "tree slapped against the cabin window; I jumped. \"It started up again\n the day we came up in the mountains. Energy out of nowhere, following", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "Andy came over and switched the button back on. The little panel light\n glowed steadily, and the mellow voice of Milton Cross filled the", "A red-hot wire flared in my brain. The bird—the bird—I leaped out of\n cover, running swiftly across the ten-foot clearing that separated us", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"", "\"I know all that, Kenscott. No electrical storms reported in the\n vicinity; no radio disturbance within a thousand miles. But—\" his jaw", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "over bad mountain roads. Neither of us had thought to turn off the\n radio; it was moaning out some interminable throbbing jazz. I turned\n over my notes, restlessly, not really seeing them. Once Andy's voice", "\"Damn!\" I thought incredulously. I'd shorted the dynamo again. The\n radio stopped as if the whole orchestra had dropped dead; every light" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "My feet struck hard flooring. I wrenched back to consciousness with a\n jolt. Winds blew coldly in my face; the cabin walls had been flung back", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "moment I became conscious of what I was wearing. It seemed to be an\n old-fashioned nightshirt, chopped off at the loins, deep crimson in", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "body. I was still alive. It would have been a hell of a way to commit\n suicide—but I hadn't.", "Where had the intangible part of me been, those eighteen hours when\n I first lay crushed under a fallen beam, then under morphine in the", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "\"I have seen Gamine,\" he said. \"She says you are awake, and as sane as\n you ever were. We of Narabedla are not so strong that we can afford to\n waste even a broken tool like you.\"", "I blinked, rubbing my hand across my eyes. The hand came away wet. I\n was standing in the clearing, the knife in my hand red with blood. Bird\n blood. I heard myself ask, stupidly, \"What happened?\"", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"" ], [ "I shook my head. Nightshirt or no nightshirt, I'd face this on my feet.\n I walked to Rhys; put my clenched hands on his shoulders. \"Explain", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "The tiredness seemed part of Rhys voice. \"Adric,\" he said wearily. \"Try\n to remember.\" He shrugged his lean shoulders. \"You are in your own", "And something snapped wide open in my brain. I heard, suddenly, an\n excited voice, shouting.\n\n\n \"Rhys!\nRhys!\nThat is the man!\"\nCHAPTER TWO", "\"You're—Rhys?\" I said. \"Where in hell have I gotten to?\" At least,\n that's what I meant to say. Imagine my surprise when I found myself", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "we came down here—\" I paused, trying to fit confused impressions\n together. He wasn't going to believe me, anyhow, but I wanted him to. A", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "\"It is real,\" said Rhys, compassion in his tired face. \"He has been\n very far on the Time Ellipse, Gamine. Adric, try to understand. This", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "have you to pry for that old fool Rhys? Get back to your own place,\n then, spell-singer—\" I broke off, appalled. What was I saying? Worse,", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "Rhys left the room, through one of the doors. Gamine turned impatiently\n to me again. \"We waste time this way. Fool, look at yourself!\"", "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "trailed off, helpless. The boy's hand was still on my shoulder; he let\n it drop and knelt in the grass, groping there for his camera. \"That's", "\"Gamine—\" the second voice stopped. After a long time, \"You are old,\n and a fool, Rhys,\" it said. \"What is Gamine to me?\"", "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting" ], [ "The tiredness seemed part of Rhys voice. \"Adric,\" he said wearily. \"Try\n to remember.\" He shrugged his lean shoulders. \"You are in your own", "\"Adric, you are not amusing!\" The blue-robe's voice was edged with\n anger. \"Use what intelligence you have left! You have had enough", "explaining it to him a dozen times a cycle. He will never be of use\n to us again. This time Karamy won. Adric; try to remember. You are at\n home, in Narabedla.\"", "\"I'm not Adric—\" I raged. \"Adric sent me here—\"", "But persistently the Adric memories came, a guilty feeling of a\n shirked duty, and a frightened face—a real face, not a blurred", "Gamine moved impatiently. \"Oh, very well. You are Adric of Narabedla;", "The words were meaningless. I stared, trapped. I clung to hold on to\n identity. \"Adric—\" I said, bewildered. That was my name. Was it?", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "\"It is real,\" said Rhys, compassion in his tired face. \"He has been\n very far on the Time Ellipse, Gamine. Adric, try to understand. This", "Wrath—Adric's wrath—boiled up in me; but Evarin moved lithely\n backward. \"I am not Gamine,\" he warned. \"And I will not be served like\n Gamine has been served. Take care.\"", "in my mind that was Adric impinging on consciousness. I was not Adric.\n I would\nnot\nbe. I dared not go to the window and look out at the", "determine that he was akin to Adric, or me, even before the automatic\n habit of memory fitted name and identity to him. \"Evarin,\" I said,\n warily.", "like that. Adric's body. Adric's brain. The brain convolutions, the\n memory centers, the habit patterns—you'd still be Adric. The idea that", "this! Who am I supposed to be? You called me Adric. I'm no more Adric\n than you are!\"", "The exultation faded from Gamine's voice imperceptibly. \"Never mind. It\n is improbable in any case. No, Adric; not really travelling. You were", "My brother's face came clear out of the thickness in my mind, scowling\n wrathfully. \"You tell\nme", "what did I mean by it? Gamine turned. The sexless voice was coldly\n amused. \"Adric spoke then. Whoever sits in the seat of your soul, you", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "Adric, tell me; did Earth truly have but one sun?\"", "I stared somberly at Evarin, standing still near the door. The words\n seemed to wake an almost personal shame in me. The boy watched and his" ] ]

[ "How does Kevin behave in regards to his lack of abilities?", "Kevin believes that the only time his family is honest about the way they feel about him is", "What does his father feel may be a cause for Kevin's lack of powers?", "What does Kevin do for a living?", "Why does Kevin read so much?", "Kevin is probably the only person on the planet who", "What is discovered about Kevin that makes him so special?", "According to Kevin, he is THE most powerful person in the universe because", "Why is Lucy jealous?" ]

[ [ "He is so resentful and angry that he tries to hurt everyone he can to make himself feel better.", "He is and very resentful and angry. He feels worthless and he knows that he is an embarrassment to his family. ", "He's happy to be without them because he doesn't have as much responsibility as the other members of his family.", "He takes it with a grain of salt. It doesn't really bother him too much." ], [ "when they are talking in their sleep, which is a side effect of their powers.", "all the time. There is no reason for them to be dishonest about their feelings. He knows that they love him, and they embrace his differences.", "when they are all drunk. Everyone speaks freely then.", "when he makes them angry." ], [ "Something is mentally wrong with him.", "He doesn't think anything is wrong with him. His father has simply accepted Kevin as he is.", "Something is physically wrong with him.", "He really has powers, he just refuses to let anyone know." ], [ "He is a doctor.", "He basically just sits at home and monitors the robots to make sure none of them need care.", "He tutors people in reading.", "He works at his mom's practice." ], [ "He has always enjoyed the feel of a book in his hand and the smell of the old paper as he reads. ", "He does it to spite his family. They disapprove of reading, so he does it to get at them.", "Because he does not have abilities, he cannot receive the television broadcasts, so he has nothing else to do.", "He likes gaining knowledge." ], [ "does not have any powers.", "is happy that there is going to be a war.", " will never have a girl because of his lack of powers.", "is the sole family member without powers who is part of an entire family with powers." ], [ "he takes on to becoming a medic naturally, and he becomes very good at it.", "he finds out that he is the only person in the whole world with healing powers.", "he is the only person without powers who is able to make a woman with powers fall in love with him.", "he is the sole family member without powers who is part of an entire family with powers." ], [ "he was able to go from being a complete nothing to the world's answer to all of their turmoil in a short time, and the world cannot make it without him.", "he is part of a family that is powerful, and his newfound talent puts him above the rest.", "all other powers that others possess are meaningless without the essential component of life, and he was a giver of life.", "he can heal. Period." ], [ "She is jealous that he spends more of his energy working than he does with her.", "She is jealous of Kevin's powers.", "She is jealous of his new nurse.", "She is jealous of his relationship with his family." ] ]

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[ [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "I smiled at him gratefully; he was the only member of my family who\n really seemed to like me in spite of my handicap. \"It won't work, Tim.", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"I didn't mean that,\" Tim said. \"I still say Kev's got something we\n can't figure out.\"", "\"Strictly a bundle of no-talent, that's me,\" I interrupted, trying to\n keep my animal feelings from getting the better of me. That was how my", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "For years I had speculated on what my potential talent might be,\n explored every wild possibility I could conceive of and found none", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "He touched his cheek and looked up at me with frightened eyes. And I\n was frightened, too—too frightened to be sick, too frightened to do\n anything but stare witlessly at him." ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "I smiled at him gratefully; he was the only member of my family who\n really seemed to like me in spite of my handicap. \"It won't work, Tim.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "She didn't need to probe to get the blast of naked emotion that spurted\n out from me. My sister screamed and even Father looked uncomfortable.\n Danny stomped back into the kitchen, muttering to himself.", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"Timothy was right,\" my mother said, her eyes filled with tears, \"and\n I was wrong ever to have doubted. You have a gift, son—\" and she said", "\"I feel a sense of impending doom brooding over this household,\" my\n youngest brother remarked cheerfully as he vaulted into his chair.", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "the word son loud and clear so that everybody could hear it—\"the\n greatest gift of all, that of healing.\" She looked at me proudly. And\n Lucy and the others looked at me as if I were a god or something.", "exhibitionists. And Father tended to show off as if he were still a\n kid. Not that he looked his age—he was big and blond, like Danny and\n Tim and me, and could have passed for our older brother.", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"Maybe there is something physically wrong with him, Amy,\" my father\n suggested hopefully. \"Maybe you should make an appointment for him at\n the cure-all?\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "He touched his cheek and looked up at me with frightened eyes. And I\n was frightened, too—too frightened to be sick, too frightened to do\n anything but stare witlessly at him.", "Just then Father appeared at the head of the table. He could as easily\n have walked downstairs as teleported, but I belonged to a family of", "exhibitionists. And Father tended to show off as if he were still a\n kid. Not that he looked his age—he was big and blond, like Danny and\n Tim and me, and could have passed for our older brother.", "Sylvia's face turned even whiter. \"Father, stop him—\nstop\nhim! He's\n hating again! I can't stand it!\"", "Father looked at me, then at her. \"I don't think he can help it,\n Sylvia.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "I smiled at him gratefully; he was the only member of my family who\n really seemed to like me in spite of my handicap. \"It won't work, Tim.", "\"No,\" Tim said, \"he's just got something we haven't developed a test\n for. It'll come out some day, you'll see.\" He smiled at me." ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"I didn't mean that,\" Tim said. \"I still say Kev's got something we\n can't figure out.\"", "When I came to my new office, whom did I find waiting there for me but\n Lucy, her trim figure enhanced by a snug blue and white uniform. \"I'm\n your assistant, Kev,\" she said shyly.", "Breakfast was finally over and the rest of my family dispersed to their\n various jobs. Father simply took his briefcase and disappeared—he was\n a traveling salesman and he had a morning appointment clear across the" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "So I had nothing to do all day. I had a special dispensation to\n take books out of the local Archives, because I was a deficient and", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "Even gardening had very little popularity. But I found myself most at\n home in those woodland—or, rather, pseudo-woodland—surroundings,\n able to identify more readily with the trees and flowers than I could" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "Everybody on Earth hoped for peace. Everybody, that is, except me. I\n had been unable to achieve any sense of identity with the world in", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "them turned out negative. I proved to be the only human healer alive,\n and not only that, I could work a thousand times more efficiently and\n effectively than any of the machines. The government built a hospital", "continent. The others, not having his particular gift, had to take\n the helibus to their different destinations. Mother, as I said, was a", "a niche for myself there. In totally new surroundings, the psi powers\n geared to another environment might not be an advantage. But by the\n time I was ten, it was discovered that the other planets were just" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"No,\" Tim said, \"he's just got something we haven't developed a test\n for. It'll come out some day, you'll see.\" He smiled at me.", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"Timothy was right,\" my mother said, her eyes filled with tears, \"and\n I was wrong ever to have doubted. You have a gift, son—\" and she said", "\"I didn't mean that,\" Tim said. \"I still say Kev's got something we\n can't figure out.\"", "the word son loud and clear so that everybody could hear it—\"the\n greatest gift of all, that of healing.\" She looked at me proudly. And\n Lucy and the others looked at me as if I were a god or something.", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "In a very short time, I became a pretty important person. All the other\n deficients in the world were tested for the healing power and all of" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "them turned out negative. I proved to be the only human healer alive,\n and not only that, I could work a thousand times more efficiently and\n effectively than any of the machines. The government built a hospital", "or telekinesthesize or even teletype. He can't precognize or prefix or\n prepossess. He can't—\"", "the word son loud and clear so that everybody could hear it—\"the\n greatest gift of all, that of healing.\" She looked at me proudly. And\n Lucy and the others looked at me as if I were a god or something.", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "In a very short time, I became a pretty important person. All the other\n deficients in the world were tested for the healing power and all of", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "Everybody on Earth hoped for peace. Everybody, that is, except me. I\n had been unable to achieve any sense of identity with the world in", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little" ], [ "\"Why shouldn't I be?\" Then the truth, as I thought, dawned on me. \"Are\n you jealous, Lucy?\"", "the way I had always dreamed of being looked at. Lucy was opening and\n shutting her beautiful mouth like a beautiful fish. In fact, the whole", "So Lucy was obviously not a telepath. Later I found out she was only\n a low-grade telesensitive—just a poetess—so I had nothing to worry", "\"My name's Lucy,\" she giggled.", "I gave her shoulder a squeeze. \"I do want you, Lucy. More than I can\n tell you now. After all this is over, there's something more I want to", "the word son loud and clear so that everybody could hear it—\"the\n greatest gift of all, that of healing.\" She looked at me proudly. And\n Lucy and the others looked at me as if I were a god or something.", "Sylvia's face turned even whiter. \"Father, stop him—\nstop\nhim! He's\n hating again! I can't stand it!\"", "When I came to my new office, whom did I find waiting there for me but\n Lucy, her trim figure enhanced by a snug blue and white uniform. \"I'm\n your assistant, Kev,\" she said shyly.", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"There are tensions in this room,\" my sister announced as she slouched\n in, not quite awake yet, \"and hatred. I could feel them all the way", "telepath, I thought, and I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for him. It\n was so seldom I got the chance to feel sorry for anyone except myself.\n \"But I think you'll find she understands.\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "bumped into the back of her neck, tilted and poured its contents over\n her shoulder and down her very considerable decolletage. Being a mere\n primitive, I couldn't help laughing.", "\"Sorry, fella,\" Dan apologized to me. The tablecloth spread itself out\n on the table. \"Wrinkles,\" he grumbled to himself. \"Wrinkles. And I had\n it so nice and smooth before. Mother will be furious.\"", "She didn't need to probe to get the blast of naked emotion that spurted\n out from me. My sister screamed and even Father looked uncomfortable.\n Danny stomped back into the kitchen, muttering to himself.", "And just then a fresh batch of casualties arrived and I had to tend to\n them. For the next few days, I was so busy, I didn't get the chance to\n have the long talk with Lucy I'd wanted....", "with my own kind. A fallen tree or a broken blossom would excite more\n sympathy from me than the minor catastrophes that will beset any\n household, no matter how gifted, and I would shy away from bloody", "He touched his cheek and looked up at me with frightened eyes. And I\n was frightened, too—too frightened to be sick, too frightened to do\n anything but stare witlessly at him.", "about as far as having my thoughts read went. I was a little afraid of\n Sylvia's kidding me about my first romance, but, as it happened, she" ] ]

[ "What helps to support the idea that God actually was the cause of the Big Bang Theory?", "What is unique about the Big Bang Theory in relation to the Christian religion?", "What did Hubble have to add to the theory? ", "The theory that Poe presented in the 50s basically said:", "What problems do Marxists have with the new opinion that God created the universe through the Big Bang?", "Who is of the school of thought that those tying the Big Bang theory to religion and God creating the universe were, in effect, turning their back on science and just doing the church's bidding?", "How did the title \"Big Bang\" come about?", "What is white noise from television in reality?" ]

[ [ "God is \"the cause\" of everything. Period", "All of the brilliant scientific minds support the theory that God did, in fact, cause the Big Bang.", "Because the universe exploded into existence, something supernatural had to be behind it, hence God caused it.", "Science and religion are finally starting to see eye to eye on most things when it comes to creation." ], [ "It is the only scientific theory to have no opinion as far as religion is concerned.", "It is the only scientific theory that opposes Christian beliefs.", "The Big Band is definitive proof that God created the universe without any debate.", "It is the only respected scientific theory that seems to go hand and hand with Christianity." ], [ "He had \"no dog in the fight,\" so he had no opinion one way or the other.", "The universe seemed to appear out of no where.", "God created the universe without a doubt.", "He believed that the telescope he invented could catch a glimpse of heaven, given credence to the theory that God and the Big Bang go hand in hand," ], [ "Scientists are only there to do satan's work.", "No scientist will ever believe in a religious view in regards to the origins of the universe.", "Because creation took place in time, there had to be a creator, and that creator is God.", "No one should be debating this issue. God created the universe just as the Bible states." ], [ "They have no problems with it at all, as it just proves that scientists simply stick with the science, regardless of what it may prove in the end.", "It blows away their theory that the universe has gone on for infinity and was not simply created.", "There should only be a \"now,\" not a beginning.", "They decided that they were no longer going to dwell on creation." ], [ "Hubble.", "Einstein.", "The Marxists.", "Creationists" ], [ "Einstein compared the idea to someone jumping out of a cake.", "Einstein said that is the sound that must have been made when the universe was created.", "Sir Fred Hoyle said that is the sound that must have been made when the universe was created.", "Sir Fred Hoyle compared the idea to someone jumping out of a cake." ], [ "something interfering with the antenna's signal.", "People trying to connect from the other side, which has been proven through this theory.", "part of it is the residual effects of the bang.", "interference with microwaves." ] ]

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[ "What do the most successful governments seem to have in common?", "The Czech Republic's President is more of a figurehead for the country than an actual political ruler, but he helps to give the country credibility. With that in mind, what should he stop doing?", "What things seem to set Poland apart from the other countries mentioned?", "Romania seems to have all of the right ideas as far as what it takes to run a successful country, but what is keeping them from doing so?", "What seems to be holding Slovakia back from becoming a more productive country?", "What was Albania's major setback?", "Many of the countries that do not have successful governments have allowed for free elections. How has this not helped some of them to become more productive and successful countries?", "What seems to be the biggest issue holding Macedonia back from being a successful, thriving country?", "What is shocking about the capital city of Georga?" ]

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[ "Society's attitude towards women seems to be", "What is Joe's motivation for opting to enter a relationship with his new wife?", "Joe builds Alice to ensure", "What seems to be everyone's opposition to Joe's creation?", "Joe designs Alice to be unable to smile. Why is this an issue?", "After Alice becomes a part of his life", "Joe's boss is a \"sentimentalist\" because", "According to Joe what sets his new wife apart from others of her kind?", "The first time he openly admits that he misses Vera's presence, even slightly is", "Joe feels the obvious solution to make Alice truly perfect is to " ]

[ [ "if they speak out against their husbands, they should be detained and reprogramed for their insurance.", "if a man is unhappy with a woman, if he has allowed for enough time, he should have the ability to \"trade her in.\"", "that they should be revered.", "every man deserves the perfect woman, and she should be \"made to order\" to achieve that goal." ], [ "She is wealthy, and he knows money will be nothing they ever have to concern themselves with.", "She is beautiful, and he wants to be able to finally have that \"trophy wife\" he has always dreamed of.", "He has designed her to be the perfect woman, custom-made for him.", "His former wife hates this new woman, and he can think of no better way to get back at his former wife for the way she treated him." ], [ "she is the most aesthetically pleasing woman in existence.", "she will never leave him.", "she is smart and lacks sentimentality and the ability to be deceitful.", "she can defend herself physically against any other human." ], [ "His wife was a good woman, and he did her so wrong that nothing he could create will be close to her.", "He does too much for personal gain.", "Playing \"God\" always comes with dire consequences.", "Joe misses the point that \"perfection\" is not a quality a human can or should possess." ], [ "Not every reaction warrants a smile.", "She is not always happy, and that is confusing to others who see a smile when she is actually angry, which she normally is.", "Her smile is not pretty enough for her face, and this makes Joe dislike her.", "She cannot show others she is serious. " ], [ "Joe admits that he made a mistake by creating her.", "Joe becomes world-famous for his invention.", "Joe opens a company that creates the perfect woman for any man who has the money to buy her.", "Joe longs for Vera." ], [ "he expresses that he really liked Vera and he will miss spending time with her.", "he misses when Joe was a child.", "he misses his own wife by meeting Joe's new wife.", "he misses the simpler times when a man could meet a woman naturally rather than have her built." ], [ "The warmth she possesses.", "She is far more intelligent.", "Her physical strength is beyond other women.", "She is far more beautiful." ], [ "When she is not there to pick him up from work.", "When he wants to have his first social interaction with another couple, and he does not feel Alice can ever learn social graces.", "When he sees her with another man.", "When he wakes up and sees she is not there." ], [ "make it to where she knows exactly what he knows.", "send her to training where she can hone her skills that are slightly lacking.", "pull the plug on Alice. Perfection cannot be achieved.", "make sure she has ONLY the qualities of Vera that he enjoyed." ] ]

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I think you'll have to", "\"I'm afraid I am,\" she said, \"and that's why I'm going back to the\n Center. I've changed my mind. I want to get registered. I want to find\n a\nman\n.\"", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "So, finally, he said it. \"She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam, who was riding with him, looked over wonderingly. \"Who isn't?\"", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "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.", "He was still staring after her when the door slammed. He thought of the\n huge Domestic Center with its classes in Allure, Boudoir Manners, Diet,", "\"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.\"", "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—\"", "\"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.", "When had he said that? Oh, yes, at the Hydra Club lecture. And it was\n true and he hated deception and he'd created a wife without one.", "\"That's why we have the Center,\" Sam answered, as if quoting, which he\n was. \"With the current and growing preponderance of women over men,\n something had to be done. I think we've done it.\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"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.", "\"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", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"A new wife?\" He looked at her. \"What makes you think that?\"", "\"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.", "\"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", "\"I'm afraid I am,\" she said, \"and that's why I'm going back to the\n Center. I've changed my mind. I want to get registered. I want to find\n a\nman\n.\"", "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", "Driving over to Westchester that night, Joe told Alice, \"Sam's a\n timid bidder. His wife's inclined to overbid. Plays a sacrificing", "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.\"", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "after the declaration to go through with the wedding, to live with his\n chosen mate for the minimum three months of the adjustment period.\nAdjustment period ... another necessity for humans, for imperfect" ], [ "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.", "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.\"", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "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", "\"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.", "organic functions. In two hours, the clock would shut off all power,\n the box would cool, and there would be his—Alice. Well, why not Alice?\n She had to have a name, didn't she?", "Joe took him down to the basement then to show him the molecule\n agitator, the memory feeder, the instillers.\n\n\n The old boy looked it over and said, quite simply, \"I'll be damned!\"", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "On the trip, Joe told his boss about the cybernetic brain, about his\n background and his beliefs stored in the memory circuits, and the boss\n listened quietly, not committing himself with any comments.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "psychic, just because it came from you. I think we're overmatched,\n sweet.\" She paused to smile at Joe. \"Up against the man who invented", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "Joe had the ace, king, queen and jack of hearts and a three to lead to\n Alice's hand. Alice finished up the hearts for a total of seven tricks,\n and this time it was Mrs. Tullgren who opened her mouth to speak.", "So far, of course, he had described nothing more than a robot of flesh\n and blood. The spark, now—what distinguished the better-grade robots" ], [ "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", "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.", "Joe took him down to the basement then to show him the molecule\n agitator, the memory feeder, the instillers.\n\n\n The old boy looked it over and said, quite simply, \"I'll be damned!\"", "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.", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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.\"", "Joe snapped off the machine impatiently. Very unscientific game,\n baseball. No rhyme or reason to it. He went out onto the porch.", "psychic, just because it came from you. I think we're overmatched,\n sweet.\" She paused to smile at Joe. \"Up against the man who invented", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "\"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 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.\"", "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.", "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—\"", "When Joe had finished, the Chief's smile was tolerant. \"Ribbing him,\n were you? Old Burke hasn't much sense of humor, Joe.\"", "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.", "On the trip, Joe told his boss about the cybernetic brain, about his\n background and his beliefs stored in the memory circuits, and the boss\n listened quietly, not committing himself with any comments.", "Joe said nothing to that. Sam looked miserable. They sat there,\n listening to the swishing, burring clicks of the airlocks, two", "\"Ho-ho!\" Joe said. \"You can't hit what you can't see.\"", "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?\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "And there was Alice, sitting erect, a smile of perfect joy on her face.\n \"How touching,\" she said, and grinned.", "The smile faded after about ten minutes. For Alice was telling her\nall\nabout the comptin-reduco-determina. For an hour and nineteen", "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.\"", "Alice's smile had nothing sentimental about it.\nHe didn't berate her until morning. He wanted time to cool off, to look\n at the whole thing objectively. It just wouldn't get objective, though.", "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.", "\"You haven't adjusted,\" Alice said smilingly. \"You've surrendered.\"", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "She was a first model and, therefore, experimental. These bugs were\n bound to show up. She was now less knowing, more deceptive, and she\n could frown.", "Smiling, as she agreed, because she couldn't frown. Her tenderness, her\n romanticism would have an intensity variable, of course. He didn't want\n one of these grinning simperers.", "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.", "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—\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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." ], [ "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.", "\"You haven't adjusted,\" Alice said smilingly. \"You've surrendered.\"", "And there was Alice, sitting erect, a smile of perfect joy on her face.\n \"How touching,\" she said, and grinned.", "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", "organic functions. In two hours, the clock would shut off all power,\n the box would cool, and there would be his—Alice. Well, why not Alice?\n She had to have a name, didn't she?", "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.", "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.\"", "\"Hello, Alice. Everything all right?\"\n\n\n \"Fine.\"", "agreeable. She was more than that; she voiced his thoughts before he\n did. Because of the mental affinity, you see. He'd made sure of that.", "The smile faded after about ten minutes. For Alice was telling her\nall\nabout the comptin-reduco-determina. For an hour and nineteen", "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.", "\"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.\"", "So, finally, he said it. \"She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam, who was riding with him, looked over wonderingly. \"Who isn't?\"", "\"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.", "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—\"", "Alice's smile had nothing sentimental about it.\nHe didn't berate her until morning. He wanted time to cool off, to look\n at the whole thing objectively. It just wouldn't get objective, though.", "When had he said that? Oh, yes, at the Hydra Club lecture. And it was\n true and he hated deception and he'd created a wife without one.", "\"Of course. I've some clothes upstairs for you.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sure they're lovely.\"\n\n\n \"They are lovely.\"", "the bathroom and studied his lean, now haggard face. He looked like\n hell. He went into the back bedroom and smelled her perfume and went\n quickly from the house and into the backyard.", "He kissed her casually. \"Ordinary.\" She slid over and he climbed in\n behind the wheel. \"Sat with Sam Tullgren on the train.\"" ], [ "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "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,", "\"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", "On the trip, Joe told his boss about the cybernetic brain, about his\n background and his beliefs stored in the memory circuits, and the boss\n listened quietly, not committing himself with any comments.", "psychic, just because it came from you. I think we're overmatched,\n sweet.\" She paused to smile at Joe. \"Up against the man who invented", "\"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.", "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?\"", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"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", "When Joe had finished, the Chief's smile was tolerant. \"Ribbing him,\n were you? Old Burke hasn't much sense of humor, Joe.\"", "Joe took him down to the basement then to show him the molecule\n agitator, the memory feeder, the instillers.\n\n\n The old boy looked it over and said, quite simply, \"I'll be damned!\"", "The Chief was a sentimentalist and he'd just lost a fine friend. This\n friend was his terrier, Murph, who'd been hit by a speeding car.", "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.\"", "He turned on the ignition and said, \"Start.\" The motor obediently\n started and he swung out of the lot, onto Chestnut. \"Sam's all right.\n Kind of sentimental.\"", "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.\"", "Nothing.\"\n\"That's not quite fair. I'm not sentimental about people, but it's\n inaccurate to say I don't know anything about them.\nI'm", "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—\"", "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.", "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." ], [ "\"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.", "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.\"", "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.", "the comptin-reduco-determina.\" She added, as an afterthought, \"And his\n charming, brilliant new 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.\"", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "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.\"", "\"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 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.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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", "\"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", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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—\"", "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 bathroom and studied his lean, now haggard face. He looked like\n hell. He went into the back bedroom and smelled her perfume and went\n quickly from the house and into the backyard.", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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", "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.", "While she dressed, he phoned the Harveys. He explained about Vera\n first, because Vera was what the Harveys considered a good neighbor.", "\"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.", "When had he said that? Oh, yes, at the Hydra Club lecture. And it was\n true and he hated deception and he'd created a wife without one.", "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?", "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 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.", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "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", "They weren't. There was a strain after that, a decided heaviness to the\n rest of the evening. Sam seemed to sigh with relief when they said good\n night.", "Joe said nothing to that. Sam looked miserable. They sat there,\n listening to the swishing, burring clicks of the airlocks, two", "The Chief nodded. \"I'd like that.\"\nThey left a little early to avoid the crowd in the tube. Burke saw them\n leaving, and his long face grew even longer.", "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" ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "And there was Alice, sitting erect, a smile of perfect joy on her face.\n \"How touching,\" she said, and grinned.", "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", "That would be something. Two minds, perfectly in harmony, synchronized,\n working in partnership. Joe's smile was smug. \"We'll be there. At\n eight-thirty.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "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." ] ]

[ "Which of the following is *not* a direct consequence of spending extensive time in space?", "What is a “hoofer”?", "What is Parker’s financial situation?", "What is a “tumbler”?", "What is most likely to happen next in the story?", "How does Hooky know Parker?", "How did Parker’s forehead get injured?", "Why were people tolerant of Parker on the bus?", "What is Big Bottomless?" ]

[ [ "Swollen hands", "Bad vision", "Imbalance", "Fear of open spaces" ], [ "Someone who hitches rides from others", "Someone who walks long distances", "Someone who works on a farm", "Someone who lives on Earth" ], [ "He’s retired and ready to buy a farm.", "He needs to continue working in space to support his family.", "He worked overtime and has saved a large sum for his family.", "He worked overtime but gambled the money away." ], [ "Someone who drinks too much", "Someone who frequently gets in fights", "Someone who drives a car", "Someone who works in space" ], [ "Parker will stay home for a few months and then go back out to space.", "Parker will open a business with the money he’s saved.", "Parker will be taken in by Marie’s family.", "Parker will buy a farm for his family to live on." ], [ "They lived on neighboring farms.", "Hooky replaced Parker on the spaceship.", "Hooky lived with the family of Parker’s wife.", "Parker met him at a bar." ], [ "Hitting a fence post", "Fighting in the bar", "Fighting on the bus", "Falling into a cement pit" ], [ "They were scared of him.", "They understood the challenges he faced.", "They were friends of Marie’s.", "They wanted money from him." ], [ "Space", "Despair", "Ocean", "Brand of Gin" ] ]

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[ [ "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "Another rocket went up from the\n station, and he cursed it. Space was\n a disease, and he had it.\n\n\n \"Help!\" he cried out suddenly.\n \"I'm stuck! Help me, help me!\"", "Six hitches in space, and every\n time the promise had been the\n same:\nOne more tour, baby, and", "But that was no good. It wasn't\n the kid's fault. It wasn't Marie's\n fault. No fathers allowed in space,\n they said, but it wasn't their fault", "him on the rear seat, and tucked his\n gin bottle safely out of sight. After\n all, he had not seen Earth for nine\n months, and judging by the crusted", "He sat breathing heavily for a\n moment after the stiff drink. Equating\n time to position had become\n second nature with him, but he had\n to think for a moment because his\n defective vision prevented him from\n seeing the Earth-crescent.", "gravity-legs, and agoraphobia were\n excuses for a lot of things, when a\n man was just back from Big Bottomless.\n And who could blame a", "by Time's relentless tyranny that the changes which have occurred in his\n absence can lead only to tragedy and despair. This rarely discerning, warmly", "had lasted nine months, and he had\n signed on for every run from station\n to moon-base to pick up the\n bonuses. And this time he'd made", "in the full vigor of youth do—if his heart cries out for a home?\nThey all\n knew he was a spacer\n because of the white goggle marks", "the tire-shaped station, the spheres\n and docks and nightmare shapes—all\n tied together by umbilical cables\n and flexible tubes. Like some crazy", "soft behind him. He saw a rocket\n go up on a tail of flame from the\n station, and waited for the sound of\n its blast, but he was already asleep", "\"Pronto? Hey, I'm no Mex. Honest,\n I'm just space burned. You\n know?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Say, who are you, anyway?\n Do you live around here?\"", "Everything was pain-bright or\n dead black, and it wheeled around\n you, and you went nuts trying to\n figure which way was down. In fact,", "sky. They came to rest on the sliver\n of light—the space station—rising\n in the west, floating out in Big Bottomless\n where the gang was—Nichols", "He stared at the red eye of Mars\n low in the southwest. They were\n running out there now, and next\n year he would have been on the\n long long run ...", "hoofer\nby ... Walter M. Miller, Jr.\nA space rover has no business with a family. But what can a man", "born tumbler. Know what that\n means? It means—God, what does\n it mean? It means out in Big Bottomless,\n where Earth's like a fat", "He shook his head. It wasn't really\n the sun. The sun, the real sun,\n was a hateful eye-sizzling horror in", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity." ], [ "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "I'm not used to gravity, ya know? I\n used to be a tumbler—\nhuk!\n—only\n now I gotta be a hoofer. 'Count", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "Hogey, panting doggy affection and\n dancing an invitation to romp. The\n man whistled from the porch. The\n dog froze, then trotted quickly back", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "\"Ho there!\" a male voice called\n experimentally from the house.\n\n\n One of Marie's brothers. Hogey\n stood frozen in the shadow of a\n peach tree, waiting.", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "hoofer\nby ... Walter M. Miller, Jr.\nA space rover has no business with a family. But what can a man", "The screen door slammed again,\n and the porch light went out.\n Hogey stood there staring, unable\n to think. Somewhere beyond the\n window lights were—his woman,\n his son.", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head." ], [ "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "The farmer's eyebrows went up.\n \"Marie Hauptman? Sure I know\n her. Only she's Marie Parker now.", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "house with a mortgage and get a\n job.\nAnd she had waited, but the\n money had never been quite enough\n until this time. This time the tour", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "He sat there with his feet locked\n in the solid concrete of the footing,\n staring out into Big Bottomless", "with high voltages. He sat up\n and groped for his watch, then remembered\n he had pawned it after\n the poker game. Remembering the", "What were they going to say?\n And Marie, Marie most of all.\n How was he going to tell her about\n the money?", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "The woman with the sun-baked\n neck quivered her head slightly.\n \"A car like this was good enough\n for Pa, an' I reckon it's good\n enough for us,\" she drawled mournfully.", "now. He opened the fence-gap, slipped\n through, and closed it firmly\n behind him. He retrieved his bag,\n and waded quietly through the tall", "\"Well, I'll be—! Get in the car.\n I'm going right past John Hauptman's\n place. Boy, you're in no\n shape to walk it.\"", "With a grunt and a lurch, he got\n to his feet, but his legs wouldn't\n work right. With his tumbler's reflexes,", "He sat there stunned until Hooky\n began licking at his scuffed fingers.\n He shouldered the dog away, and\n dug his hands into the sand-pile to\n stop the bleeding. Hooky licked at\n his face, panting love.", "and his legs would no longer hold\n him. He blinked around at the land,\n got his eyes focused, and found\n what looked like Hauptman's place", "on a distant hillside. It was a big\n frame house surrounded by a wheatfield,\n and a few scrawny trees. Having\n located it, he stretched out in", "Keesey would have a rough time\n for a while—rough as a cob. The pit\n was no playground. The first time", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "him on the rear seat, and tucked his\n gin bottle safely out of sight. After\n all, he had not seen Earth for nine\n months, and judging by the crusted", "\"Hey, watch the traffic!\" The\n driver warned. With a surge of unwelcome\n compassion he trotted\n around after his troublesome passenger,\n taking his arm as he sagged\n again. \"You crossing?\"" ], [ "born tumbler. Know what that\n means? It means—God, what does\n it mean? It means out in Big Bottomless,\n where Earth's like a fat", "A tumbler had no business with a\n family, but what was a man going\n to do? Take a skinning knife, boy,", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "With a grunt and a lurch, he got\n to his feet, but his legs wouldn't\n work right. With his tumbler's reflexes,", "What the hell was a tumbler doing\n with a woman and a son?", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "Keesey would have a rough time\n for a while—rough as a cob. The pit\n was no playground. The first time", "opened them again, the moon had\n emerged from behind a cloud, and\n he could see clearly the cruel trap\n into which he had accidentally\n stumbled. A pile of old boards, a", "The burly farmer retrieved his\n gin bottle for him, still miraculously\n unbroken. \"Here's your gravity,\"\n he grunted. \"Listen, fella, you better\n get home pronto.\"", "He was trembling again. He\n fished the fifth of gin out of his\n coat pocket and sloshed it. Still over", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "It rolled a couple of yards up the\n road. He leaped after it and kicked\n it again. When he had finished", "now. He opened the fence-gap, slipped\n through, and closed it firmly\n behind him. He retrieved his bag,\n and waded quietly through the tall", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "I'm not used to gravity, ya know? I\n used to be a tumbler—\nhuk!\n—only\n now I gotta be a hoofer. 'Count", "He sat breathing heavily for a\n moment after the stiff drink. Equating\n time to position had become\n second nature with him, but he had\n to think for a moment because his\n defective vision prevented him from\n seeing the Earth-crescent.", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "frantically at his encased feet\n and sobbing low in his throat.\n They'd hear him if he kept that up.\n He stopped and covered his ears to", "The dark world was reeling\n about him, and the wind was dragging\n at his breath. He fell back\n against the sand pile and let his" ], [ "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "What were they going to say?\n And Marie, Marie most of all.\n How was he going to tell her about\n the money?", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "He straightened in sudden determination.\n It had to be sometime.\n Get it over with, get it over with", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "\"Week late, ya know? Marie's\n gonna be sore—woo-\nhoo\n!—is she\n gonna be sore!\" He waggled his", "now. He opened the fence-gap, slipped\n through, and closed it firmly\n behind him. He retrieved his bag,\n and waded quietly through the tall", "curse and mopped at the side of his\n face. He stirred, and groaned. His\n feet were burning up! He tried to\n pull them toward him, but they", "frantically at his encased feet\n and sobbing low in his throat.\n They'd hear him if he kept that up.\n He stopped and covered his ears to", "\"Well, I'll be—! Get in the car.\n I'm going right past John Hauptman's\n place. Boy, you're in no\n shape to walk it.\"", "opened them again, the moon had\n emerged from behind a cloud, and\n he could see clearly the cruel trap\n into which he had accidentally\n stumbled. A pile of old boards, a", "half a pint. He decided to kill it. It\n wouldn't do to go home with a\n bottle sticking out of his pocket.\n He stood there in the night wind,", "It rolled a couple of yards up the\n road. He leaped after it and kicked\n it again. When he had finished", "He sat there stunned until Hooky\n began licking at his scuffed fingers.\n He shouldered the dog away, and\n dug his hands into the sand-pile to\n stop the bleeding. Hooky licked at\n his face, panting love.", "\"Yeah. Come on, let's go have a\n drink.\" They got him on his feet,\n and led him stumbling back down\n the aisle.", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "knew. He was getting close—close\n to home and woman and child.", "out. His feet were stuck tight, and\n he wouldn't ever get them out. He\n was sobbing softly when they found\n him.\nTranscriber's Note:", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "on a distant hillside. It was a big\n frame house surrounded by a wheatfield,\n and a few scrawny trees. Having\n located it, he stretched out in" ], [ "\"Hooky!\" he whispered. \"Hooky\n boy—here!\"", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "\"Easy, Hooky, here boy!\" he\n whispered.", "He sat there stunned until Hooky\n began licking at his scuffed fingers.\n He shouldered the dog away, and\n dug his hands into the sand-pile to\n stop the bleeding. Hooky licked at\n his face, panting love.", "\"Nothing, eh, Hooky?\" the\n man on the porch said. \"Chasin'\n armadillos again, eh?\"", "The farmer's eyebrows went up.\n \"Marie Hauptman? Sure I know\n her. Only she's Marie Parker now.", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "\"Two kids,\" said the driver,\n catching Hogey's bag as it slipped\n from his shoulder. \"Both girls.\"", "He grinned wryly, waggled his\n head, and helped Hogey and his\n bag into the back seat. A woman", "The hound's bark became eager.\n The animal came chasing down the\n slope, and stopped ten feet away to\n crouch and bark frantically at the\n shadow in the gloom. He knew the\n dog.", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "now. He opened the fence-gap, slipped\n through, and closed it firmly\n behind him. He retrieved his bag,\n and waded quietly through the tall", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and" ], [ "He lay there with his stinging\n forehead on his arms, cursing softly\n and crying. Finally he rolled\n over, pulled his foot out of the\n mess, and took off his shoes. They\n were full of mud—sticky sandy\n mud.", "He sat there stunned until Hooky\n began licking at his scuffed fingers.\n He shouldered the dog away, and\n dug his hands into the sand-pile to\n stop the bleeding. Hooky licked at\n his face, panting love.", "arm slipped, and his head hit the\n top of the fencepost, and the pain\n blinded him for a moment. He staggered\n back into the road with a", "low roar, wiped blood from his\n forehead, and savagely kicked his\n bag.", "\"\nWhy?\n\" he groaned, striking his\n forehead against his forearms. His", "With a grunt and a lurch, he got\n to his feet, but his legs wouldn't\n work right. With his tumbler's reflexes,", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "The farmer's eyebrows went up.\n \"Marie Hauptman? Sure I know\n her. Only she's Marie Parker now.", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "He knew he was yelling hysterically\n at the sky and fighting the relentless\n concrete that clutched his\n feet, and after a moment he stopped.", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "He dropped the bag suddenly\n and leaned against a fence post,\n rolling his head on his forearms\n and choking in spasms of air. He", "frantically at his encased feet\n and sobbing low in his throat.\n They'd hear him if he kept that up.\n He stopped and covered his ears to", "For an instant he stared wildly\n around in the night. Then he remembered\n where he was, closed his\n eyes and shuddered. When he", "\"Hey, watch the traffic!\" The\n driver warned. With a surge of unwelcome\n compassion he trotted\n around after his troublesome passenger,\n taking his arm as he sagged\n again. \"You crossing?\"", "When the bus started again, he\n fell on his side and lay still. He\n made retching sounds for a time,", "He sat there with his feet locked\n in the solid concrete of the footing,\n staring out into Big Bottomless", "He sat up with a whimper and\n clawed at the rough concrete until\n his nails tore and his fingertips\n bled. The surface still felt damp,\n but it had hardened while he slept." ], [ "stirred restlessly and hunched in\n their seats. The driver stopped the\n bus and went back to warn him\n against any further display. The", "Having fallen, he decided to\n sleep in the aisle. Two men helped\n him to the back of the bus, dumped", "on his sun-scorched face, and so\n they tolerated him and helped him.\n They even made allowances for him\n when he staggered and fell in the", "When the bus started again, he\n fell on his side and lay still. He\n made retching sounds for a time,", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "aisle of the bus while pursuing the\n harassed little housewife from seat\n to seat and cajoling her to sit and\n talk with him.", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "then rested, snoring softly. The bus\n driver woke him again at Caine's\n junction, retrieved his gin bottle\n from behind the seat, and helped", "\"Hey, watch the traffic!\" The\n driver warned. With a surge of unwelcome\n compassion he trotted\n around after his troublesome passenger,\n taking his arm as he sagged\n again. \"You crossing?\"", "He grinned wryly, waggled his\n head, and helped Hogey and his\n bag into the back seat. A woman", "\"Now stay out of the road,\" the\n driver warned, then hurried back\n across the highway. Moments later,\n the atomic battery-driven motors\n droned mournfully, and the bus\n pulled away.", "\"Nope. Nobody knows I'm coming.\n S'prise. I'm supposed to be here a\n week ago.\" He looked up at the\n driver with a pained expression.", "The farmer's eyebrows went up.\n \"Marie Hauptman? Sure I know\n her. Only she's Marie Parker now.", "\"Will you just sit still and be\n quiet then, eh?\"\n\n\n Big Hogey nodded emphatically.\n \"Shorry, officer, I didn't mean to\n make any trouble.\"", "The woman with the sun-baked\n neck quivered her head slightly.\n \"A car like this was good enough\n for Pa, an' I reckon it's good\n enough for us,\" she drawled mournfully.", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "\"Well, I'll be—! Get in the car.\n I'm going right past John Hauptman's\n place. Boy, you're in no\n shape to walk it.\"", "\"Quiet li'l pigeon, aren'tcha?\" he\n burbled affectionately, crashing into\n the seat beside her.", "He cupped his hands to his\n mouth and favored them with a\n blood-curdling proof of his ancestry,\n while the female passengers" ], [ "born tumbler. Know what that\n means? It means—God, what does\n it mean? It means out in Big Bottomless,\n where Earth's like a fat", "He sat there with his feet locked\n in the solid concrete of the footing,\n staring out into Big Bottomless", "gravity-legs, and agoraphobia were\n excuses for a lot of things, when a\n man was just back from Big Bottomless.\n And who could blame a", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "Keesey would have a rough time\n for a while—rough as a cob. The pit\n was no playground. The first time", "feet sink in the mud hole and wriggled\n his toes. He was laughing\n soundlessly, and his face was wet\n in the wind. He couldn't think. He", "The bottom of the ditch was wet,\n and he crawled up the embankment\n with mud-soaked knees, and sat on", "sky. They came to rest on the sliver\n of light—the space station—rising\n in the west, floating out in Big Bottomless\n where the gang was—Nichols", "it took you months to teach your\n body that\nall\nways were down and\n that the pit was bottomless.", "The burly farmer retrieved his\n gin bottle for him, still miraculously\n unbroken. \"Here's your gravity,\"\n he grunted. \"Listen, fella, you better\n get home pronto.\"", "the dead black pit. It painted everything\n with pure white pain, and you\n saw things by the reflected pain-light.\n The fat red sun was strictly a", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "on a distant hillside. It was a big\n frame house surrounded by a wheatfield,\n and a few scrawny trees. Having\n located it, he stretched out in", "The dark world was reeling\n about him, and the wind was dragging\n at his breath. He fell back\n against the sand pile and let his", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "and his legs would no longer hold\n him. He blinked around at the land,\n got his eyes focused, and found\n what looked like Hauptman's place", "out. His feet were stuck tight, and\n he wouldn't ever get them out. He\n was sobbing softly when they found\n him.\nTranscriber's Note:" ] ]

[ "Why did the chief make Preston a postman? ", "Why did Preston feel shame during his first mission as a postman? ", "Why did Preston continuously hit his ships controls during the encounter with the pirates?", "How was Preston able to avoid the space pirates?", "Why was Preston not able to directly land at the dome on Ganymede?", "Why were the citizens in the dome of Ganymede unable to contact outsides and warn them of the situation? ", "How was Preston able to get into the dome on Ganymede? ", "Why were the citizens of Ganymede reluctant to open the airlock for Preston? ", "How did the citizens of Ganymede thank Preston? ", "How did Preston’s attitude about his new position change throughout the story? " ]

[ [ "Preston had reached retirement age and the chief wanted him to have an easy job", "Preston had angered the chief ", "Preston was bad at being a patrol man ", "Preston was experienced and being a postman was more difficult than expected " ], [ "He had failed to deliver the mail and complete his mission", "He was being escorted by two of his former patrolman colleagues ", "He navigated the convoy directly into the path of pirates", "He was responsible for the deaths of his former patrolman partners " ], [ "His weapons were malfunctioning ", "He was used to having weapons to fire as a former patrolmen ", "He was trying to contact his convoy but the connection was blocked ", "He was trying to increase his speed and run away from the pirates " ], [ "He outran the pirate using his superior piloting skills ", "He destroyed the pirates ships using his extra fuel canister ", "His escorts sacrificed themselves so that he could escape", "He used his training as a patrolman and destroyed there ships" ], [ "The dome had been blocked by local wildlife ", "He was being pursued by space pirates", "He was not able to make contact with the local population", "Preston’s ship was running out of fuel" ], [ "All of the citizens of Ganymede had perished ", "Their radio transmitter had been destroyed", "They were purposefully hiding from the space pirates ", "They were too far away from anyone to contact them" ], [ "He snuck in using the distraction of the ice worms surrounding the dome ", "He blazed a path through the local wildlife using his spare fuel reserves", "He convinced the citizens to let him in despite their blockade ", "He was not able to enter the dome on Ganymede" ], [ "They did not want to receive the mail that Preston had ", "They did not think his plan would work ", "They thought Preston might be a space pirate ", "All of the citizens were incapacitated " ], [ "They allowed Preston to enter the dome", "They threw Preston a party ", "They provided Preston with supplies for his return trip", "Preston would not allow them to thank him?" ], [ "He realized it was a difficult and honorable job ", "He realized it was an incredibly easy job ", "He realized that he was not qualified to be doing the job ", "He realized that the job was simply a temporary position" ] ]

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[ [ "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "\"Chief's been looking for\n you, Preston. It's time for\n you to get going on your run.\"", "SILVERBERG\n\"I'm\n washed up,\" Preston\n growled bitterly. \"They\n made a postman out of me.\n Me—a postman!\"", "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "Preston scowled. \"Time to\n go deliver the mail, eh?\" He\n spat. \"Don't they have anything", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "\"What are you doing on a\n Postal ship?\" Mellors asked.\n\n\n \"Why don't you ask the\n Chief that? He's the one who\n yanked me out of the Patrol\n and put me here.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"Hero?\" Preston shrugged.\n \"All I did was deliver the\n mail. It's all in a day's work,", "\"Can you beat that?\" Gunderson\n asked incredulously.\n \"Hal Preston, on a Postal\n ship.\"", "\"There are two more mail sacks,\"\n Preston said. \"Get\n men out after them.\"", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "He turned away, smiling to\n himself. Maybe the Chief\nhad\nknown what he was doing\n when he took an experienced", "him, grinned, and started\n setting up the orbit.\nMailman, am I? I'll show\n them!\nHe brought the Postal Ship", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "to make you carry the mail—that's\n it.\" His voice became\n suddenly gentle. \"Come on,\n Pres. One last drink, and", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said." ], [ "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "Preston scowled. \"Time to\n go deliver the mail, eh?\" He\n spat. \"Don't they have anything", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "\"Hero?\" Preston shrugged.\n \"All I did was deliver the\n mail. It's all in a day's work,", "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "SILVERBERG\n\"I'm\n washed up,\" Preston\n growled bitterly. \"They\n made a postman out of me.\n Me—a postman!\"", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "Savagely, Preston ripped\n away the hand that the other\n had put around his shoulders.\n \"I can get there myself. At\n least give me credit for that!\"", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "\"Okay,\" Dawes said, shrugging.\n \"Well—good luck,\n Preston.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Thanks. Thanks\n real lots.\"", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "him, grinned, and started\n setting up the orbit.\nMailman, am I? I'll show\n them!\nHe brought the Postal Ship", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "He was right overhead\n now. Just one ordinary-type\n gun would solve the whole\n problem, he thought. But\n Postal Ships didn't get guns.\n They weren't supposed to\n need them.", "\"There are two more mail sacks,\"\n Preston said. \"Get\n men out after them.\"" ], [ "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "Preston smashed his hand\n against the control panel.\n Better to die in an honest\n dogfight than to live this\n way!", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "pirate into the upper quadrant\n of space. His path free,\n Preston guided his ship under\n the other two and toward unobstructed\n freedom. As he", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "sat at the controls of a one-man\n patrol ship just as he\n had in the old days. Only the\n control panel was bare where\n the firing studs for the heavy", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it.", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "But then the second pirate\n swooped down in an unexpected\n dive. \"Look out!\"\n Preston yelled helplessly—but", "Preston said impatiently,\n \"Why can't I land? What the\n devil's going on down there?\"", "Savagely, Preston ripped\n away the hand that the other\n had put around his shoulders.\n \"I can get there myself. At\n least give me credit for that!\"" ], [ "pirate into the upper quadrant\n of space. His path free,\n Preston guided his ship under\n the other two and toward unobstructed\n freedom. As he", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "off half a dozen space pirates.\nI guess I was wrong\n, Preston\n thought.\nThis is no snap job\n for old men.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "It was near midnight, and\n the sky over Nome Spaceport\n was bright with stars. Preston's\n trained eye picked out", "in on a pirate lair in the\n asteroid belt. In its own way,\n this was as dangerous, perhaps\n even more so.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it.", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup." ], [ "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "He blasted loose from the\n tight orbit and rocked the\n ship down on manual. The\n forbidding surface of Ganymede\n grew closer and closer.\n Now he could see the iceworms\n plainly.", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "Preston said impatiently,\n \"Why can't I land? What the\n devil's going on down there?\"", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "He centered the ship as\n well as he could on the Dome\n below and threw it into automatic\n pilot. Jumping from", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "\"Okay, Ganymede,\" he radioed.\n \"I'm coming down.\"", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "Hideous, thick creatures,\n lying coiled in masses around\n the Dome. Preston checked\n his spacesuit, making sure it", "It was near midnight, and\n the sky over Nome Spaceport\n was bright with stars. Preston's\n trained eye picked out", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it." ], [ "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "\"Okay, I pick up your signal,\n Ganymede. Come in,\n now!\"\n\n\n \"This is Ganymede,\" a\n tense voice said. \"We've got\n trouble down here. Who are\n you?\"", "There's a ring of them about\n a hundred yards wide surrounding\n the Dome. They can't get in and\n we can't get out—and we can't figure", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "He blasted loose from the\n tight orbit and rocked the\n ship down on manual. The\n forbidding surface of Ganymede\n grew closer and closer.\n Now he could see the iceworms\n plainly.", "He centered the ship as\n well as he could on the Dome\n below and threw it into automatic\n pilot. Jumping from", "\"We have to worry! We\n don't dare open the Dome,\n with those creatures outside.\n You\ncan't\ncome down, Postal\n Ship.\"\n\n\n \"You want your mail or\n don't you?\"", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"", "They were silent for a few\n moments, as the three ships—two\n armed, one loaded with\n mail for Ganymede—streaked", "\"The antenna for our long-range\n transmitter was outside\n the Dome. One of the\n worms came by and chewed", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it.", "\"Okay, Ganymede,\" he radioed.\n \"I'm coming down.\"", "Hideous, thick creatures,\n lying coiled in masses around\n the Dome. Preston checked\n his spacesuit, making sure it", "He peered out as the Dome\n came below and once again\n snapped on the radio.\n\"I'm going to come down", "\"Ganymede Colony? Come\n in, please. This is your Postal\n Ship.\" The words tasted sour\n in his mouth.", "He turned to the radio.\n \"Ganymede?\"\n\n\n \"Where are you, Postal\n Ship?\"", "the antenna right off. All\n we've got left is this short-range\n thing we're using and\n it's no good more than ten\n thousand miles from here." ], [ "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "He centered the ship as\n well as he could on the Dome\n below and threw it into automatic\n pilot. Jumping from", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "\"Pretty,\" Preston said.\n \"But why didn't the things\n bother you while you were\n building your Dome?\"", "Hideous, thick creatures,\n lying coiled in masses around\n the Dome. Preston checked\n his spacesuit, making sure it", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "\"Okay, Preston,\" came the\n voice from the tower. \"You've\n got clearance.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it.", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "pirate into the upper quadrant\n of space. His path free,\n Preston guided his ship under\n the other two and toward unobstructed\n freedom. As he" ], [ "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "Preoccupied, he started out\n through the airlock. The man\n in charge caught his arm.\n \"Say, we don't even know", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "Preston said impatiently,\n \"Why can't I land? What the\n devil's going on down there?\"", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "\"Okay, I pick up your signal,\n Ganymede. Come in,\n now!\"\n\n\n \"This is Ganymede,\" a\n tense voice said. \"We've got\n trouble down here. Who are\n you?\"", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "and burn a path through\n those worms of yours. Watch\n me carefully, and jump to it\n when you see me land. I want\n that airlock open, or else.\"" ], [ "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "\"Okay,\" Dawes said, shrugging.\n \"Well—good luck,\n Preston.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Thanks. Thanks\n real lots.\"", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly." ], [ "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "\"Okay,\" Dawes said, shrugging.\n \"Well—good luck,\n Preston.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Thanks. Thanks\n real lots.\"", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "\"That's a smart attitude,\n Preston. Come on—I'll walk\n you over to Administration.\"", "Savagely, Preston ripped\n away the hand that the other\n had put around his shoulders.\n \"I can get there myself. At\n least give me credit for that!\"", "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "\"Okay, Preston,\" came the\n voice from the tower. \"You've\n got clearance.\"", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "He sucked in the cold night\n air of summertime Alaska\n and squared his shoulders.\nTwo hours later, Preston", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "SILVERBERG\n\"I'm\n washed up,\" Preston\n growled bitterly. \"They\n made a postman out of me.\n Me—a postman!\"", "\"Must be some clerical\n error,\" Gunderson said.\n\n\n \"Let's change the subject,\"\n Preston snapped.", "Preston scowled. \"Time to\n go deliver the mail, eh?\" He\n spat. \"Don't they have anything" ] ]

[ "The author's main purpose in this article is to:", "Which is *not* an example of a New Town?", "What is generally *not* included in a New Town design?", "What is Bournville known for?", "What impact did the New Towns Act have?", "What decision-making process was implemented in the design of most New Towns?", "Which of the following was done to encourage residents to relocate to a New Town?", "Which was *not* considered a flaw of New Towns?", "Which foreign city is a good example of modern New Town design?", "Quotes from people who grew up in New Towns demonstrate that:" ]

[ [ "Provide an overview of the history and impact of the New Towns project in the UK.", "Compare and contrast New Towns and Old Towns in the UK.", "Highlight the contributions of well-known architects in post-war Britain.", "Celebrate the milestone birthdays of Milton Keynes and Harlow." ], [ "Redditch", "Chelmsley Wood", "Peterlee", "Harlow" ], [ "Schools & transport centers", "Shops & factories", "Traditional architecture", "Landscaping & gardens" ], [ "Its murals and public art", "Its post-industrial architecture", "Its massive town centre megastructure", "Its tree-lined streets and country gardens" ], [ "It funded high-profile public art such as murals.", "It required the remodeling of existing structures.", "It provided support to build company towns.", "It provided support to build housing in post-war Britain." ], [ "Town councils hired developers through a bidding process.", "Capitalists purchased large swathes of property to create their own towns.", "Community-based committees reviewed and chose designs of top architects.", "Architects developed and implemented a complete vision of their own." ], [ "Provided compensation through a relocation fee", "Spoke of its benefits on Robert Hughes' BBC series", "Charged high rents to build prestige", "Commissioned a pop song to sell the idea" ], [ "Working class people had no say in the designs", "Neglect and lack of attention over time", "Government policies", "Lack of transportation for jobs" ], [ "Canberra", "Mohenjo-daro", "Palmanova", "Alexandria" ], [ "New Towns were dangerous, unfriendly places for children.", "New Towns were largely mocked by residents.", "New Towns provided children with an idyllic childhood experience.", "New Towns were boring and isolating places to live." ] ]

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[ [ "In John Grindrod's groundbreaking (pardon the pun) book", "consciously part of the story. People had chosen to move", "in Milton Keynes. Crucially, she mentions \"people being consciously", "– \"the death of the soul\". And he lived in", "past. This is the very essence of town planning: that", "this impulse. It's an urge that will, in various forms,", "That sentiment endured beyond the end of the \"dark satanic", "This article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "series The Shock of the New, this fierce Aussie decried", "an infamous section of Robert Hughes's masterful BBC art series", "JG Ballard said he wrote about the future because", "that creating something new, something that works better than what", "bravura novel The News Where You Are, where the harassed", "satanic mills\" era. Arguably it's only really been in", "– wanted to keep their population (in this case a", "enlightened exceptions, and in Britain it was mainly the kind", "a pre-industrial, anti-industrial one. This line of thinking continues", "that could still work,\" he says. \"But for the first", "they were intentional communities with great thought given over to", "thought through from scratch. It's planning on the most piecemeal" ], [ "New Towns were sometimes sublime and surely strange; but more of a success than the popular consensus gave them credit for. These weren't just council estates, but whole functioning places with jobs, shops and services.", "In the public consciousness, everything from the edge estate to the expanded town to the full New Town has become conflated: we see council houses surrounded by trees and are not always sure if it's an estate or a New Town. Frequently these associations are negative.", "But the fully planned New Towns were attempts to make", "Each UK New Town has its own character. Cumbernauld’s", "'New Town'. Gregory and his friends playfully mock the town,", "\"I think the New Towns project in the UK was", "And as the 20th-century New Towns around the world", "move [to New Towns]. Like with Stevenage earlier, where people", "more New Towns in places like Essex and Cheshire.", "book Concretopia, he says New Towns \"sit alongside the", "New Towns expert, talks eloquently about her own upbringing", "These towns were visions of an idealised Britain, a", "surroundings. The 1946 New Towns Act was a way to", "value because, as archetypal New Towns like Milton Keynes", "Just like starting over: when Britain (briefly) fell in love with New Towns", "focuses on Basildon. \"New Towns were a grand ambition that", "Peripherique New Towns as dead ends. He urged urban planners", "\"Amazing people were involved in Harlow, Cumbernauld and Peterlee,\"", "potential new New Towns is that they simply become overblown", "Gibberd at Harlow, Geoffrey Jellicoe at Hemel Hempstead" ], [ "New Towns were sometimes sublime and surely strange; but more of a success than the popular consensus gave them credit for. These weren't just council estates, but whole functioning places with jobs, shops and services.", "But the fully planned New Towns were attempts to make", "In the public consciousness, everything from the edge estate to the expanded town to the full New Town has become conflated: we see council houses surrounded by trees and are not always sure if it's an estate or a New Town. Frequently these associations are negative.", "design. The New Towns of today can do that too", "to our New Town design.\"", "Each UK New Town has its own character. Cumbernauld’s", "And as the 20th-century New Towns around the world", "\"I think the New Towns project in the UK was", "they often liked New Towns, and the modernist architecture that", "'New Town'. Gregory and his friends playfully mock the town,", "surroundings. The 1946 New Towns Act was a way to", "Towns embraced innovation in housing, public realm and transport design.", "in the later New Towns project: the idea that the", "book Concretopia, he says New Towns \"sit alongside the", "move [to New Towns]. Like with Stevenage earlier, where people", "past. This is the very essence of town planning: that", "Peripherique New Towns as dead ends. He urged urban planners", "value because, as archetypal New Towns like Milton Keynes", "New Towns expert, talks eloquently about her own upbringing", "focuses on Basildon. \"New Towns were a grand ambition that" ], [ "Today Bournville feels quaint, especially if you compare it", "Line. 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[ "Which of the following is not a main reason for the development of precision medicine:", "The foundation of precision medicine is a belief that:", "What well-known figure is connected to a research foundation for Parkinson's disease?", "The best patients for clinical trials are those who...", "What is a main challenge in the future of precision healthcare?", "Precision medicine has first been utilized in the treatment of...", "The neurodegeneration of Parkinson's Disease...", "At this time, genetic testing can help an individual...", "The article did not address the role of ______ in genetic testing.", "What does uMotif do?" ]

[ [ "computers with greater speed and power", "new methods of genetic sequencing", "new data recording technology", "updated laws" ], [ "individuals benefit from specified treatment plans", "each system of the body works independently", "the course of a disease is similar in most people", "medical doctors must be the sole decision-makers" ], [ "Angelina Jolie", "President Obama", "Michael J. Fox", "Dan Roden" ], [ "are in a late stage of disease.", "those whose conditions are progressing slowly.", "those whose conditions are progressing rapidly.", "have multiple conditions." ], [ "Legal challenges", "Lack of research", "Barriers to widespread, routine adoption", "No available doctor training" ], [ "Alcohol Dependence", "Breast Cancer", "Parkinson's Disease", "rare genetic disorders" ], [ "can be prevented by changes in diet and supplements.", "can be prevented by an increase in physical activity.", "cannot be cured until more research is done.", "can be cured by an increase in cognitive activities." ], [ "know with certainty if they will develop cancer.", "determine a treatment plan for depression.", "identify potential risks for certain traits or conditions.", "predict if they will develop Alzheimer's disease when they get older." ], [ "cost", "patient benefits", "privacy concerns", "research" ], [ "Connects with a patient's body to automatically record their symptoms.", "Allows a patient to self-monitor and record symptoms.", "Allows a patient to communicate urgently with their doctors.", "Compiles reports for clinical trials without patient input." ] ]

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[ [ "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"", "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "Precision medicine is charged by a need to address the", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "Critics of precision medicine say that the word 'precision'", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "medicine is being applied to. It's a heterogeneous disease, which", "personalised medicine,\" says Tom Fowler, deputy chief scientist and director", "With advancements in computer science, algorithms and hardware, scientists like Dr Tosun are at the point where they can look at all the data at one time to better understand disease, health, prognosis and treatment. Finding patterns will help answer different questions.", "\"Genomic medicine is right at the vanguard of personalised", "Second, technology is allowing us to sequence DNA at", "big data, precision medicine seems like an obvious next step.", "Thanks to genomoic medicine, numerous diagnoses have been possible.", "Parkinson's is one of the first diseases precision medicine", "in many universities. Three key advancements combine to make medicine", "the world, it aims to create a new genomic medicine", "medicine] is being able to answer that question. It also", "medicine. It is already being used in the field of", "medication. But ever since computers have been able to process", "While medical care has always been tailored to the" ], [ "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"", "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "Precision medicine is charged by a need to address the", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "Critics of precision medicine say that the word 'precision'", "With advancements in computer science, algorithms and hardware, scientists like Dr Tosun are at the point where they can look at all the data at one time to better understand disease, health, prognosis and treatment. Finding patterns will help answer different questions.", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "\"Genomic medicine is right at the vanguard of personalised", "personalised medicine,\" says Tom Fowler, deputy chief scientist and director", "medicine is being applied to. It's a heterogeneous disease, which", "Parkinson's is one of the first diseases precision medicine", "the world, it aims to create a new genomic medicine", "Thanks to genomoic medicine, numerous diagnoses have been possible.", "and body. The more we learn about the patient, the", "Genetic testing can already reveal the potential for future", "big data, precision medicine seems like an obvious next step.", "medicine] is being able to answer that question. It also", "Second, technology is allowing us to sequence DNA at", "While medical care has always been tailored to the", "in many universities. Three key advancements combine to make medicine" ], [ "Michael J Fox Foundation for Parkinson's research. Her aim was", "Dr Beckie Port, senior research communications officer at Parkinson's UK,", "The data capture for a major study into Parkinson's is just finishing. Over 4,221 people tracked their health for 100 days and donated the data to academic research.", "to a specialist about his Parkinson's symptoms. He was prescribed", "A small group of Parkinson's patients is included in", "app, Mick, a Parkinson's patient, reports feeling more assured", "Data was collected from people with a family history of Parkinson's or those who exhibited early signs to see if the same measure could be used to detect the disease before the symptoms started appearing. The goal would be to intervene before the disease started to progress.", "\"People with Parkinson's often only visit a doctor twice", "prescribed a drug recently for the subtype of Parkinson's he", "realises that she was managing her life with Parkinson's better", "Parkinson's is one of the first diseases precision medicine", "of Parkinson's. uMotif is a 'patient data capture platform'", "trends that allow them to treat Parkinson's with greater efficiency.", "She discovered that if patients arrived with more motor-related symptoms on their first visit, they would decline faster. She also identified a brain region with degenerated white matter fibres. She found that the more degenerated the structures were in these regions, the faster the patient declined.", "was to discover whether the progression rate of Parkinson's disease", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "people can take to avoid developing Parkinson's. \"It can be", "your Parkinson's is a very important thing in quality of", "disease was identified by researchers after her parents spent years not", "about symptoms every day, including non-motor symptoms. How did you" ], [ "trials, as it is better to recruit patients in swift", "treatment and prognosis. It would also assist with clinical trials,", "With this information, researchers and clinical teams can understand", "useful conversations with their clinicians. The patient becomes an active", "medicine is being applied to. It's a heterogeneous disease, which", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "how patients progress. 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Over 4,221 people tracked their health for 100 days and donated the data to academic research.", "At the moment the number of people who've had", "\"It's very difficult to reverse neurodegeneration,\" says Dr Tosun. \"If [a patient is] progressing fast, or if they have the markers telling us they're going to progress fast, you need to progress faster.\"", "treatment better.\"", "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"" ], [ "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. 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Finding patterns will help answer different questions.", "their symptoms using an app. A patient inputs information about", "First, patients can quickly and easily log their daily symptoms with apps on their phones or wearable technology to understand their illnesses better. Detailed records also aid doctors in the way they treat patients and provide data for research.", "With this information, researchers and clinical teams can understand", "efficiency. Better still, through using an app on his phone,", "Data was collected from people with a family history of Parkinson's or those who exhibited early signs to see if the same measure could be used to detect the disease before the symptoms started appearing. The goal would be to intervene before the disease started to progress.", "The data capture for a major study into Parkinson's is just finishing. 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When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"", "Already, the feedback suggests the technology is having a", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "a positive effect on individual lives. Since using the app,", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "Personal technology – wearable tech such as fitbits and smartphone" ] ]

[ "How does Travis Kalanick justify self-driving cars being good for employees? ", "How do those in power control the narrative about the future? ", "What concept did the automotive industry use to convince the public that automation was a benefit?", "From the point of view entrepreneurs and industrialists, what is the biggest hinderance to progress?", "What type of media was popular in pro-corporate propaganda in the 20th century? ", "How did corporate interests detract from critics of automations cost to the working class? ", "What does the author argue as the solution for automations potential problems? ", "Who does the author think will have to be responsible for solving the potential issues surrounding automation? " ]

[ [ "He states that workers will keep their jobs after driverless cars are rolled out ", "He does not; he avoids the question ", "He uses hypothetical research ", "He points to existing examples " ], [ "By not allowing the media to speculate about the future ", "By espousing that the future has already been determined", "By partnering with tech companies to create inventions ", "By using machine learning " ], [ "That the new technology would benefit both consumers and industrialists ", "That people would be able to work fewer hours in factories for the same money ", "That other countries used automation to their benefit ", "That automation had been around for centuries and had already improved people’s lives " ], [ "Government over-regulation ", "Lack of government regulation ", "Lack of funding from investors ", "Decreased number of ideas from inventors " ], [ "Radio", "Essays", "Cartoons ", "Film" ], [ "By purposefully ignoring the issue", "By promoting unionization ", "By creating a plan to compensate workers who’s jobs were being automated ", "By rolling out the automation advancements very slowly without abrupt change " ], [ "Staring a meaningful discussion of the potential consequences of automation ", "Mass unionization in fields that are in danger of being automated", "Government regulation to prevent abuse of automation technologies ", "Halting the progress of industrial automation " ], [ "The public", "Tech companies and non-profits", "A combination of all of the other answers", "The government " ] ]

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While new automative technologies like electric limit switches, photoelectric controls, or microprocessors were described as revolutionary advances that would greatly benefit industrialists and consumers alike, these same advances were also described as merely the next step in the slow and gradual evolution of industrial technique.", "Driverless cars are the future. If that doesn't appeal to you, blame automation; blame Silicon Valley. Don't blame Uber.", "people thought of automation as a sudden thing – a", "The fact that industry bosses from Henry Ford to Travis", "self-driving\nUber cars… that's not for the driver, [you're] employing robots at that point. How is that helping livery drivers?\" Kalanick responded by shifting the conversation:" ] ]

[ "How has time in space affected Hogey physically?", "What does Hogey mean when he says “I’m a tumbler”?", "Which is the best real-life analogy to Hogey’s situation?", "Who is Marie?", "What happened to the money Hogey earned in space?", "Why is Hogey embarrassed to go home?", "What is the significance of the ending?", "Why does Hogey wait a week before going home?", "What is a hoofer?" ]

[ [ "He is blind and his skin is allergic to the sun. ", "He can’t walk with gravity and he sleeps standing up. ", "He aged faster in space; he has the body of an old man. ", "He has trouble walking with gravity, and his eyes and skin have been scorched by the sun. " ], [ "He’s an alcoholic; he is always stumbling around because he’s drunk. ", "Tumbler is another word for gambler. ", "He has ambitious aspirations and doesn’t want to be tied down in a normal, mundane life. ", "Being a spacer is now part of his identity; his experience in space separates him from people who have not been in space. " ], [ "A workaholic who can’t make time for family. ", "A war veteran struggling to adjust to civilian life back home.", "An addict’s strained relationship with family. ", "An astronaut’s nostalgia for space after coming home." ], [ "Hogey’s sister", "The bus driver", "Hogey’s newborn daughter ", "Hogey’s wife of 6 years" ], [ "He spent it all on booze. ", "He lost it gambling.", "He put it in a savings account for a house. ", "The space program went bankrupt and Hogey didn’t get paid." ], [ "He is afraid to tell his family that he lost $4800. ", "He knows his wife will be angry because he was unfaithful.", "He doesn’t want his family to see his gravity legs. ", "His father-in-law doesn’t like spacers. " ], [ "Hogey gets his feet stuck in cement, symbolizing the way that he feels stuck in parenthood. ", "Hogey cries out for help after getting stuck in cement, which indicates that he will get help from his family and be okay. ", "The dog finds Hogey passed out in the yard, but doesn’t recognize him. This shows how Hogey is out of place. ", "Hogey collapses, but he cannot tell if it is from his gravity legs or the alcohol. His inability to walk is symbolic of his inability to provide for his family. " ], [ "He is avoiding his family responsibilities.", "He wants his body to adjust to Earth before seeing his wife.", "He gets lost on the bus.", "He was fired from the space station and doesn't want to tell his family. " ], [ "A person who stays on Earth. ", "A slang term for astronaut. ", "Someone who works in Big Bottomless. ", "A wandering drunk. " ] ]

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[ [ "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "He sat breathing heavily for a\n moment after the stiff drink. Equating\n time to position had become\n second nature with him, but he had\n to think for a moment because his\n defective vision prevented him from\n seeing the Earth-crescent.", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "him on the rear seat, and tucked his\n gin bottle safely out of sight. After\n all, he had not seen Earth for nine\n months, and judging by the crusted", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "He grinned wryly, waggled his\n head, and helped Hogey and his\n bag into the back seat. A woman", "by Time's relentless tyranny that the changes which have occurred in his\n absence can lead only to tragedy and despair. This rarely discerning, warmly", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "Another rocket went up from the\n station, and he cursed it. Space was\n a disease, and he had it.\n\n\n \"Help!\" he cried out suddenly.\n \"I'm stuck! Help me, help me!\"", "\"Yah,\" Hogey muttered. \"Lemme\n alone, I'm okay.\"", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"" ], [ "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "born tumbler. Know what that\n means? It means—God, what does\n it mean? It means out in Big Bottomless,\n where Earth's like a fat", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "\"Will you just sit still and be\n quiet then, eh?\"\n\n\n Big Hogey nodded emphatically.\n \"Shorry, officer, I didn't mean to\n make any trouble.\"", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "A tumbler had no business with a\n family, but what was a man going\n to do? Take a skinning knife, boy,", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "I'm not used to gravity, ya know? I\n used to be a tumbler—\nhuk!\n—only\n now I gotta be a hoofer. 'Count", "With a grunt and a lurch, he got\n to his feet, but his legs wouldn't\n work right. With his tumbler's reflexes,", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "He grinned wryly, waggled his\n head, and helped Hogey and his\n bag into the back seat. A woman" ], [ "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "\"Don't,\" the driver warned.\n \"You sit there by the culvert till\n you get a ride. Okay?\"\n\n\n Hogey nodded forlornly.", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "\"Will you just sit still and be\n quiet then, eh?\"\n\n\n Big Hogey nodded emphatically.\n \"Shorry, officer, I didn't mean to\n make any trouble.\"", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "Hogey pointed down the side-road\n that led back into the hills.\n \"Marie's pop's place. You know\n where? 'Bout three miles from\n here. Gotta walk, I guess.\"", "\"I gotta get home,\" Big Hogey\n told him. \"I got me a son now,\n that's why. You know? A little\n baby pigeon of a son. Haven't seen\n him yet.\"", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his" ], [ "What were they going to say?\n And Marie, Marie most of all.\n How was he going to tell her about\n the money?", "The farmer's eyebrows went up.\n \"Marie Hauptman? Sure I know\n her. Only she's Marie Parker now.", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "\"Week late, ya know? Marie's\n gonna be sore—woo-\nhoo\n!—is she\n gonna be sore!\" He waggled his", "\"Ho there!\" a male voice called\n experimentally from the house.\n\n\n One of Marie's brothers. Hogey\n stood frozen in the shadow of a\n peach tree, waiting.", "Hogey pointed down the side-road\n that led back into the hills.\n \"Marie's pop's place. You know\n where? 'Bout three miles from\n here. Gotta walk, I guess.\"", "toward the Hauptman farmhouse,\n five hundred yards or so from the\n farm road. The fields on his left\n belonged to Marie's father, he", "But that was no good. It wasn't\n the kid's fault. It wasn't Marie's\n fault. No fathers allowed in space,\n they said, but it wasn't their fault", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "Has been, nigh on six years. Say—\"\n He paused, then gaped. \"You ain't\n her husband by any chance?\"", "\"Well, I'll be—! Get in the car.\n I'm going right past John Hauptman's\n place. Boy, you're in no\n shape to walk it.\"", "The girl, who sat nervously staring\n at him, smiled wanly, and\n shook her head.", "Minutes later, he was back up the\n aisle and swaying giddily over the\n little housewife. \"How!\" he said.\n \"Me Chief Broken Wing. You\n wanta Indian wrestle?\"", "woman. And because she was a\n woman, she got a kid, and that was\n the end of it. It was nobody's fault,\n nobody's at all.", "\"My ma was half Cherokee, see?\n That's how come I said it. You\n wanta hear a war whoop? Real\n stuff.\"\n\n\n \"Never mind.\"", "Martha?\"", "The woman with the sun-baked\n neck quivered her head slightly.\n \"A car like this was good enough\n for Pa, an' I reckon it's good\n enough for us,\" she drawled mournfully.", "\"Hey, watch the traffic!\" The\n driver warned. With a surge of unwelcome\n compassion he trotted\n around after his troublesome passenger,\n taking his arm as he sagged\n again. \"You crossing?\"", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went" ], [ "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "had lasted nine months, and he had\n signed on for every run from station\n to moon-base to pick up the\n bonuses. And this time he'd made", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "him on the rear seat, and tucked his\n gin bottle safely out of sight. After\n all, he had not seen Earth for nine\n months, and judging by the crusted", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "\"Don't,\" the driver warned.\n \"You sit there by the culvert till\n you get a ride. Okay?\"\n\n\n Hogey nodded forlornly.", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "Another rocket went up from the\n station, and he cursed it. Space was\n a disease, and he had it.\n\n\n \"Help!\" he cried out suddenly.\n \"I'm stuck! Help me, help me!\"", "Six hitches in space, and every\n time the promise had been the\n same:\nOne more tour, baby, and", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "He grinned wryly, waggled his\n head, and helped Hogey and his\n bag into the back seat. A woman", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"" ], [ "\"I gotta get home,\" Big Hogey\n told him. \"I got me a son now,\n that's why. You know? A little\n baby pigeon of a son. Haven't seen\n him yet.\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "Hogey pointed down the side-road\n that led back into the hills.\n \"Marie's pop's place. You know\n where? 'Bout three miles from\n here. Gotta walk, I guess.\"", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "\"Don't,\" the driver warned.\n \"You sit there by the culvert till\n you get a ride. Okay?\"\n\n\n Hogey nodded forlornly.", "The screen door slammed again,\n and the porch light went out.\n Hogey stood there staring, unable\n to think. Somewhere beyond the\n window lights were—his woman,\n his son.", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "\"Yah,\" Hogey muttered. \"Lemme\n alone, I'm okay.\"", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "\"Will you just sit still and be\n quiet then, eh?\"\n\n\n Big Hogey nodded emphatically.\n \"Shorry, officer, I didn't mean to\n make any trouble.\"", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"" ], [ "He lay there with his stinging\n forehead on his arms, cursing softly\n and crying. Finally he rolled\n over, pulled his foot out of the\n mess, and took off his shoes. They\n were full of mud—sticky sandy\n mud.", "It was nearly a minute before he\n got the significance of it. It hit him\n where he lived, and he began jerking", "He sat there stunned until Hooky\n began licking at his scuffed fingers.\n He shouldered the dog away, and\n dug his hands into the sand-pile to\n stop the bleeding. Hooky licked at\n his face, panting love.", "curse and mopped at the side of his\n face. He stirred, and groaned. His\n feet were burning up! He tried to\n pull them toward him, but they", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "The screen door slammed again,\n and the porch light went out.\n Hogey stood there staring, unable\n to think. Somewhere beyond the\n window lights were—his woman,\n his son.", "opened them again, the moon had\n emerged from behind a cloud, and\n he could see clearly the cruel trap\n into which he had accidentally\n stumbled. A pile of old boards, a", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "The burly farmer retrieved his\n gin bottle for him, still miraculously\n unbroken. \"Here's your gravity,\"\n he grunted. \"Listen, fella, you better\n get home pronto.\"", "out. His feet were stuck tight, and\n he wouldn't ever get them out. He\n was sobbing softly when they found\n him.\nTranscriber's Note:", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went", "now. He opened the fence-gap, slipped\n through, and closed it firmly\n behind him. He retrieved his bag,\n and waded quietly through the tall", "on a distant hillside. It was a big\n frame house surrounded by a wheatfield,\n and a few scrawny trees. Having\n located it, he stretched out in", "\"Well, I'll be—! Get in the car.\n I'm going right past John Hauptman's\n place. Boy, you're in no\n shape to walk it.\"", "born tumbler. Know what that\n means? It means—God, what does\n it mean? It means out in Big Bottomless,\n where Earth's like a fat", "\"Yeah. Come on, let's go have a\n drink.\" They got him on his feet,\n and led him stumbling back down\n the aisle.", "He knew he was yelling hysterically\n at the sky and fighting the relentless\n concrete that clutched his\n feet, and after a moment he stopped.", "then rested, snoring softly. The bus\n driver woke him again at Caine's\n junction, retrieved his gin bottle\n from behind the seat, and helped", "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "It was far past midnight when he\n became conscious of the dog licking\n wetly at his ear and cheek. He\n pushed the animal away with a low" ], [ "\"I gotta get home,\" Big Hogey\n told him. \"I got me a son now,\n that's why. You know? A little\n baby pigeon of a son. Haven't seen\n him yet.\"", "\"Don't,\" the driver warned.\n \"You sit there by the culvert till\n you get a ride. Okay?\"\n\n\n Hogey nodded forlornly.", "It was twilight. The sun had set,\n and the yellow sky was turning\n gray. Hogey was too tired to go on,", "Hogey pointed down the side-road\n that led back into the hills.\n \"Marie's pop's place. You know\n where? 'Bout three miles from\n here. Gotta walk, I guess.\"", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "The screen door slammed again,\n and the porch light went out.\n Hogey stood there staring, unable\n to think. Somewhere beyond the\n window lights were—his woman,\n his son.", "But there was no use thinking\n about it. Next year and the years\n after belonged to\nlittle\nHogey.", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "Big Hogey stumbled about for a\n moment, then sat down hard in the\n gravel at the shoulder of the road.", "\"Ho there!\" a male voice called\n experimentally from the house.\n\n\n One of Marie's brothers. Hogey\n stood frozen in the shadow of a\n peach tree, waiting.", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "\"Yah,\" Hogey muttered. \"Lemme\n alone, I'm okay.\"", "\"Week late, ya know? Marie's\n gonna be sore—woo-\nhoo\n!—is she\n gonna be sore!\" He waggled his", "The dog whined softly, trotted\n a short distance away, circled, and\n came back to crouch down in the\n sand directly before Hogey, inching\n forward experimentally.", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "\"Nope. Nobody knows I'm coming.\n S'prise. I'm supposed to be here a\n week ago.\" He looked up at the\n driver with a pained expression.", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "After perhaps a minute, he stepped\n forward again. He tripped over\n a shovel, and his foot plunged into\n something that went" ], [ "They're hoofers, that's all—just\n an Earth-chained bunch of hoofers,\n even Marie. And I'm a tumbler. A", "Big Hogey blinked after it, rubbing\n the back of his neck. \"Nice\n people,\" he said. \"Nice buncha people.\n All hoofers.\"", "I'm not used to gravity, ya know? I\n used to be a tumbler—\nhuk!\n—only\n now I gotta be a hoofer. 'Count", "\"My name's Hogey,\" he said.\n \"Big Hogey Parker. I was just kidding\n about being a Indian.\"", "Hogey tried to turn around to\n look at it, but he forgot to shift his\n footing. He staggered and went", "It was obvious that the big man\n had taken him for a hobo or a\n tramp. Hogey pulled himself together.\n \"Goin' to the Hauptman's\n place. Marie. You know Marie?\"", "of li'l Hogey. You know about li'l\n Hogey?\"", "\"I'm okay,\" Hogey kept protesting.\n \"I'm a tumbler, ya know?\n Gravity's got me. Damn gravity.", "\"Hogey, that's me. Big Hogey\n Parker.\"", "hoofer\nby ... Walter M. Miller, Jr.\nA space rover has no business with a family. But what can a man", "Big Hogey got up and staggered\n around in front of the bus, clutching\n at it for support, losing his\n duffle bag.", "Hogey, panting doggy affection and\n dancing an invitation to romp. The\n man whistled from the porch. The\n dog froze, then trotted quickly back", "\"Ho there!\" a male voice called\n experimentally from the house.\n\n\n One of Marie's brothers. Hogey\n stood frozen in the shadow of a\n peach tree, waiting.", "\"Anybody out there?\" the man\n called again.\n\n\n Hogey waited, then heard the\n man muttering, \"Sic 'im, boy, sic\n 'im.\"", "job.\" Hogey eyed him owlishly,\n waggled a moralistic finger, skidded\n on the gravel as they stepped\n onto the opposite shoulder, and", "down on the pavement. The car's\n tires screeched on the hot asphalt.\n Hogey lay there for a moment,\n groaning. That one had hurt his", "He helped Hogey out of the car\n and drove away without looking\n back to see if Hogey stayed on his\n feet. The woman with the sun-baked\n neck was suddenly talking\n garrulously in his direction.", "Hogey got up doggedly, shaking\n his head to clear it. \"Space legs,\" he\n prevaricated. \"Got space legs. Can't\n stand the gravity.\"", "\"\nHuk!\n—who, me?\" Hogey giggled,\n belched, and shook his head.", "The screen door slammed again,\n and the porch light went out.\n Hogey stood there staring, unable\n to think. Somewhere beyond the\n window lights were—his woman,\n his son." ] ]

[ "How did Preston save the Ganymede colony?", "What was most surprising to Preston about his new job?", "Why was Earth unaware of the iceworm situation on Ganymede?", "Why was Preston initially upset about his new assignment?", "What happened when Gunderson, Mellors, and Preston encountered the pirate ships on the way to Ganymede?", "Why did the Chief assign Preston to the Postal duty?", "Why had the Chief been looking for Preston at Nome Spaceport in Alaska?", "Why does the representative from Ganymede tell Preston he can't land there to deliver his mail?", "Why did his former Patrol sidekicks join Preston on his mission to Ganymede?" ]

[ [ "He affixed a gas tank to the empty gun turret on his postal ship, dropped it on the mass of iceworms, and ignited them with the fire from his jets.", "He dumped fuel into the gun turrets mounted to the firing stud and dumped it over the mass of writhing iceworms covering the Ganymede Dome.", "He dove the mail ship into a mass of them, exploding his fuel tank, and burning the iceworms in the process. Due to his burning fuel tank, he was forced to make an emergency landing.", "He mounted a heavy gun on the firing stud and filled it with the spare ammo he found in crates in the back of the mail ship and used those rounds to kill the iceworms." ], [ "The fact that there were empty carts in the back of his mail ship that had previously been filled with ammo, and there were no gun turrets mounted to the firing stud.", "He had been assigned to deliver mail to Ganymede when he thought he would be dropping mail at Callisto.", "His first day delivering mail had been far more dangerous than his old assignment as Patrol man.", "He had not expected to have to pass through the Pirate Belt, but he was happy to have Mellors and Gunderson as part of his convoy." ], [ "An iceworm had eaten through the long-range transmitter antenna, which was the only form of communication the Ganymede colony had with the outside world.", "It had been several months since the last mail dispatch had landed, and this was their primary form of communication with the Nome Spaceport in Alaska.", "An iceworm had destroyed the antenna for the transmitter with a wide enough range to reach Earth, so the colonists on Ganymede were stuck using the short-range transmitter.", "Their long-range radio was not able to transmit through the thick mass of iceworms that had covered the Dome, so they were forced to communicate with a short-range transmitter, which was highly ineffective." ], [ "He had not been consulted by the Chief prior to the assignment, so he felt that the re-assignment had come out of nowhere.", "Mail ships and Patrol ships were very different, and he did not have the proper training prior to his first deployment to Ganymede.", "He was embarrassed to be assigned to Postal because it was widely considered to be the easiest and least respectable kind of work available at Nome Spaceport.", "He was honored to be a Patrol man for many years and proud of the skills and abilities he used in that position. He felt being a mailman was beneath him." ], [ "Preston maneuvered his mail ship into such a position that he was able to help Gunderson and Mellors destroy the first ship before being taken out by the second one.", "Preston took shelter behind their Patrol ships, and they destroyed the first pirate ship. However, the second pirate killed them both as Preston managed to escape.", "Gunderson and Mellors fought the one pirate ship that appeared suddenly and were quickly destroyed by it, giving Preston plenty of time to escape and make his way to Ganymede.", "After Gunderson was killed by the first pirate ship, Mellors ran head-first into the second ship, killing both him and the pirate. Preston was able to escape." ], [ " The Chief had intel about the iceworms attacking Ganymede, and he trusted Preston to be able to maneuver his way through the Pirate Belt, destroy the iceworms, and get the mail delivered.", "Lieutenant Preston had gotten too comfortable as a Patrol man over the years, and the Chief felt it was time for him to take on a new kind of challenge.", "Captain Preston had worked for the Patrol for many, many years, so it was time for him to retire and make room for younger Patrol men.", "Lieutenant Preston was one of the best Patrol men, and he wanted someone who could protect themselves if the Patrol men failed to protect the mail ship." ], [ "He wanted him to get started on his journey to deliver mail to Ganymede.", "He wanted to offer an explanation for his decision to re-assign Preston from the Space Patrol Service to Postal, which Preston had been notified of via letter.", "He wanted him to join him for a drink at the Nome Spaceport bar before walking over to Administration and getting registered in the Postal department.", "He wanted to inform him of his re-assignment from the Space Patrol Service to Postal." ], [ "When they first built the Dome, the iceworms were hibernating, but now they have surfaced and are attacking the colonists on the surface of the moon.", "The colonists of Ganymede are dealing with an infestation of iceworms from another planet that are attacking their Dome and have cut off their communications with Earth. ", "They are not familiar with Preston and are used to a different mail delivery representative, so when he makes contact with them, they are suspicious about his true identity.", "The colonists are under siege by hundreds of giant iceworms that are covering their Dome, effectively trapping them inside and preventing others from entering." ], [ "They wanted to show their solidarity to him, knowing that he would be upset about the transition from Patrol Service to Postal.", "They knew about the iceworm attack on Ganymede and wanted to join his convoy knowing that his new mail rig was not equipped with the proper equipment to protect itself.", "They were still Patrol men and assigned as his convoy to help protect him as they passed through the Pirate Belt since he didn't have any weapons on the mail ship.", "They were eager to hunt for pirate ships that they knew would be lying in wait to attack Preston's mail ship as it passed through." ] ]

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[ [ "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "He blasted loose from the\n tight orbit and rocked the\n ship down on manual. The\n forbidding surface of Ganymede\n grew closer and closer.\n Now he could see the iceworms\n plainly.", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it." ], [ "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "\"Okay,\" Dawes said, shrugging.\n \"Well—good luck,\n Preston.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Thanks. Thanks\n real lots.\"", "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "There was a pause, and\n then the figures started coming\n over. Preston jotted them\n down on a scratch-pad.", "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "\"That's a smart attitude,\n Preston. Come on—I'll walk\n you over to Administration.\"", "\"Okay, Preston,\" came the\n voice from the tower. \"You've\n got clearance.\"", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "Savagely, Preston ripped\n away the hand that the other\n had put around his shoulders.\n \"I can get there myself. At\n least give me credit for that!\"", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him." ], [ "He blasted loose from the\n tight orbit and rocked the\n ship down on manual. The\n forbidding surface of Ganymede\n grew closer and closer.\n Now he could see the iceworms\n plainly.", "\"We've been invaded,\" the\n tired voice said. \"The colony's\n been completely surrounded\n by iceworms.\"\n\n\n \"Iceworms?\"", "\"Okay, I pick up your signal,\n Ganymede. Come in,\n now!\"\n\n\n \"This is Ganymede,\" a\n tense voice said. \"We've got\n trouble down here. Who are\n you?\"", "Down below, he could see\n the blue-white ammonia ice\n that was the frozen atmosphere\n of Ganymede. Shimmering", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"", "They were silent for a few\n moments, as the three ships—two\n armed, one loaded with\n mail for Ganymede—streaked", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "years, you know. The iceworms\n must all have been\n asleep when we came. But\n they came swarming out of\n the ice by the hundreds last", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "\"Please acknowledge,\" Mellors\n said.\n\"The iceworms were not expecting any mail—just the mailman.\"", "\"Okay, Ganymede,\" he radioed.\n \"I'm coming down.\"", "He turned to the radio.\n \"Ganymede?\"\n\n\n \"Where are you, Postal\n Ship?\"", "snow—ignited the fuel-tank!\n A gigantic flame blazed up,\n reflected harshly off the\n snows of Ganymede.", "\"How come Earth doesn't\n know?\"", "of Ganymede. As his\n ship swung around the\n moon's poles in its tight orbit,\n he began to figure some fuel\n computations.", "\"Ganymede Colony? Come\n in, please. This is your Postal\n Ship.\" The words tasted sour\n in his mouth.", "Patrol man and dumped him\n into Postal. Delivering the\n mail to Ganymede had been\n more hazardous than fighting" ], [ "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "\"Yeah. Incredible, isn't it?\"\n Preston asked bitterly. \"You\n can't believe your ears. Well,\n you better believe it, because\n here I am.\"", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "Savagely, Preston ripped\n away the hand that the other\n had put around his shoulders.\n \"I can get there myself. At\n least give me credit for that!\"", "Preston said impatiently,\n \"Why can't I land? What the\n devil's going on down there?\"", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "\"Okay,\" Dawes said, shrugging.\n \"Well—good luck,\n Preston.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Thanks. Thanks\n real lots.\"", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "\"Must be some clerical\n error,\" Gunderson said.\n\n\n \"Let's change the subject,\"\n Preston snapped.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "Preston scowled. \"Time to\n go deliver the mail, eh?\" He\n spat. \"Don't they have anything", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "SILVERBERG\n\"I'm\n washed up,\" Preston\n growled bitterly. \"They\n made a postman out of me.\n Me—a postman!\"", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"" ], [ "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "of both Patrol ships. He saw\n Gunderson and Mellors converge\n on one of the pirates.\n Two blue beams licked out,", "They were silent for a few\n moments, as the three ships—two\n armed, one loaded with\n mail for Ganymede—streaked", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "pirate into the upper quadrant\n of space. His path free,\n Preston guided his ship under\n the other two and toward unobstructed\n freedom. As he", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "looked back, he saw Gunderson\n steaming for the pirate\n on a sure collision orbit.", "above you. Down at three\n o'clock, Patrol Ship 10732,\n Lieutenant Gunderson. We'll\n take you through the Pirate", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "in on a pirate lair in the\n asteroid belt. In its own way,\n this was as dangerous, perhaps\n even more so.", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"", "He blasted loose from the\n tight orbit and rocked the\n ship down on manual. The\n forbidding surface of Ganymede\n grew closer and closer.\n Now he could see the iceworms\n plainly.", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "off half a dozen space pirates.\nI guess I was wrong\n, Preston\n thought.\nThis is no snap job\n for old men.", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston" ], [ "\"What are you doing on a\n Postal ship?\" Mellors asked.\n\n\n \"Why don't you ask the\n Chief that? He's the one who\n yanked me out of the Patrol\n and put me here.\"", "\"Chief's been looking for\n you, Preston. It's time for\n you to get going on your run.\"", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "\"How can we thank you?\"\n the official-looking man asked.\n\n\n \"No need to,\" Preston said\n casually. \"I had to get that\n mail down here some way,\n didn't I?\"", "Preston scowled. \"Time to\n go deliver the mail, eh?\" He\n spat. \"Don't they have anything", "SILVERBERG\n\"I'm\n washed up,\" Preston\n growled bitterly. \"They\n made a postman out of me.\n Me—a postman!\"", "\"There are two more mail sacks,\"\n Preston said. \"Get\n men out after them.\"", "\"Can you beat that?\" Gunderson\n asked incredulously.\n \"Hal Preston, on a Postal\n ship.\"", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "\"Hero?\" Preston shrugged.\n \"All I did was deliver the\n mail. It's all in a day's work,", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "Patrol man and dumped him\n into Postal. Delivering the\n mail to Ganymede had been\n more hazardous than fighting", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "He was right overhead\n now. Just one ordinary-type\n gun would solve the whole\n problem, he thought. But\n Postal Ships didn't get guns.\n They weren't supposed to\n need them.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said." ], [ "It was near midnight, and\n the sky over Nome Spaceport\n was bright with stars. Preston's\n trained eye picked out", "\"Chief's been looking for\n you, Preston. It's time for\n you to get going on your run.\"", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "There was a stunned silence.\n \"\nPreston?\nHal Preston?\"\n\n\n \"The one and only,\" Preston\n said.", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "He sucked in the cold night\n air of summertime Alaska\n and squared his shoulders.\nTwo hours later, Preston", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "outward away from Earth.\n Manipulating his controls\n with the ease of long experience,\n Preston guided the ship\n smoothly toward the gleaming", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "Preston looked away and\n concentrated on the business\n of finding a place to land the\n ship.", "Preston guided the ship\n into an ever-narrowing orbit,\n which he stabilized about a\n hundred miles over the surface", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "\"But you can't come down!\n How will you leave your\n ship?\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry about that,\"\n Preston said calmly.", "It was coming on wide\n beam from the satellite below—and\n they had cut out all receiving\n facilities in an attempt\n to step up their transmitter.\n Preston reached for\n the wide-beam stud, pressed\n it." ], [ "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "Patrol man and dumped him\n into Postal. Delivering the\n mail to Ganymede had been\n more hazardous than fighting", "\"Yeah?\"\n\n\n \"You're going to have to\n turn back to Earth, fellow.\n You can't land here. It's\n rough on us, missing a mail\n trip, but—\"", "\"Ganymede Colony? Come\n in, please. This is your Postal\n Ship.\" The words tasted sour\n in his mouth.", "\"Mail ship,\" Preston said.\n \"From Earth. What's going\n on?\"\n\n\n There was the sound of\n voices whispering somewhere\n near the microphone. Finally:\n \"Hello, Mail Ship?\"", "They were silent for a few\n moments, as the three ships—two\n armed, one loaded with\n mail for Ganymede—streaked", "I'll be the best damned mailman\n they've got.\n\"Give me a landing orbit\n anyway, Ganymede.\"", "blockade by hostile alien life,\n thereby making it impossible\n for him to deliver the mail.\n Okay. If he'd been a regular\n member of the Postal Service,", "The colonist paused.\n \"Well—\"\n\n\n \"Okay, then,\" Preston said.\n \"Shut up and give me landing\n coordinates!\"", "gently amid the whiteness was the\n transparent yellow of the Dome\n beneath whose curved walls\n lived the Ganymede Colony.\n Even forewarned, Preston", "\"Okay, I pick up your signal,\n Ganymede. Come in,\n now!\"\n\n\n \"This is Ganymede,\" a\n tense voice said. \"We've got\n trouble down here. Who are\n you?\"", "\"Okay, Ganymede,\" he radioed.\n \"I'm coming down.\"", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "was sealed. The instruments\n told him he was a bare ten\n miles above Ganymede now.\n One more swing around the\n poles would do it.", "Preston paused. Then:\n \"Postal Ship 1872, Lieutenant\n Preston aboard. I acknowledge\n message.\"", "\"No,\" Preston said reflectively.\n He gulped his drink\n and stood up. \"Okay. I'm\n ready. Neither snow nor rain\n shall stay me from my appointed\n rounds, or however\n the damned thing goes.\"", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"" ], [ "It was one against one,\n now—Gunderson against the\n pirate. Preston dropped back\n again to take advantage of\n the Patrol ship's protection.", "Shaking his head, Preston\n leaned forward over his control\n board and headed on toward\n Ganymede.\nThe blue-white, frozen\n moon hung beneath him.\n Preston snapped on the radio.", "There was silence for a\n second. \"Come in, Ganymede,\"\n Preston repeated impatiently—and\n then the\n sound of a distress signal cut\n across his audio pickup.", "for the colony on Ganymede.\nSlight difference\n, Preston\n thought, as he set up his\n blasting pattern.", "Preston watched as the\n tactic got under way. Gunderson's\n ship traveled in a long,\n looping spiral that drew the", "\"I'm in a tight orbit about\n a hundred miles up,\" Preston\n said. \"Give me the figures on\n the circumference of your\n Dome, Ganymede?\"", "Preston gripped his controls\n and threw the ship into\n a plunging dive that dropped\n it back behind the protection", "Preston felt his face go hot\n with shame. Mellors! Gunderson!\n They would stick two of\n his old sidekicks on the job\n of guarding him.", "Suddenly, Preston felt a\n hand on his shoulder. He\n looked up and saw a man in\n the trim gray of a Patrolman's\n uniform.\n\n\n \"What do you want,\n Dawes?\"", "\"You've got it all,\" Preston\n said. \"I'm checking out. I'll\n get word to the Patrol to get\n here and clean up that mess\n for you.\"", "Patrol man and dumped him\n into Postal. Delivering the\n mail to Ganymede had been\n more hazardous than fighting", "\"Thanks,\" Preston said bitterly.\n He watched as the pirate\n ships approached, longing\n to trade places with the\n men in the Patrol ships above\n and below him.", "The man in charge gestured\n to two young colonists,\n who donned spacesuits and\n dashed through the airlock.\n Preston watched as they\n raced to the ship, climbed in,\n and returned a few moments\n later with the mail sacks.", "\"I get it.\" Preston closed\n his eyes for a second, trying\n to think things out.\nThe Colony was under", "He made computations,\n checked his controls, figured\n orbits. Anything to keep from\n having to talk to his two ex-Patrolmates", "Preston came awake. He\n picked off the location of the\n pirate ships—there were two\n of them, coming up out of the\n asteroid belt. Small, deadly,\n compact, they orbited toward\n him.", "\"I'm going to try a diversionary\n tactic,\" Gunderson\n said on untappable tight-beam.\n \"Get ready to cut under\n and streak for Ganymede\n with all you got.\"", "\"Cheers,\" Preston said,\n and yanked the blast-lever.\n The ship jolted upward, and\n for a second he felt a little\n of the old thrill—until he remembered.", "off half a dozen space pirates.\nI guess I was wrong\n, Preston\n thought.\nThis is no snap job\n for old men.", "\"Okay, Ganymede,\" he radioed.\n \"I'm coming down.\"" ] ]

[ "What problem did the New Towns solve?", "What is the author’s attitude toward New Towns?", "When were New Towns built in England?", "What makes New Towns different from other towns?", "Who were New Towns created for?", "What was appealing about the New Towns?", "According to the author, what went wrong with the New Towns?", "What is the overall argument the author is making?", "The author points out some criticism of the New Towns. Which is NOT a drawback the author writes about?", "According to the author, were New Towns successful?" ]

[ [ "Decaying infrastructure of old British cities. ", "Cultural conflict between rural and urban areas. ", "A lack of nature in urban areas. ", "Affordable housing" ], [ "The author thinks New Towns were good for the upper class. ", "The author thinks New Towns divided the country. ", "The author thinks New Towns were a failure. ", "The author thinks New Towns were more successful than they are given credit for. " ], [ "20 years ago", "The end of the 19th century", "After World War II", "The Industrial Revolution" ], [ "In New Towns, the upper class, middle class, and working class live side by side. ", "Everything is planned and built at the same time. ", "New Towns include historical landmarks that are preserved by law. ", "New Towns don’t have crime. " ], [ "The upper class", "The middle class", "The working class", "Architects" ], [ "All of the houses looked the same. ", "They were self-sufficient, quaint communities. ", "They had a thriving art scene. ", "They had intricate, traditional architecture." ], [ "People did not move to the New Towns. ", "They were built too close to major cities.", "They did not have enough green space. ", "They were executed poorly." ], [ "England should invest into making more, better New Towns. ", "England should improve transportation between New Towns and major cities.", "England should not invest more money into New Towns.", "England’s New Towns are better than towns in other European countries. " ], [ "Strong urban communities were broken apart. ", "New Towns did not offer the walkability of the city; it was necessary to own a car in a New Town. ", "The construction took too long, leaving residents without necessary amenities. ", "The housing developments were too cookie-cutter, with no character. " ], [ "Yes, because people who live in them are proud of their towns. ", "Some were successful and some were not.", "No, because the infrastructure is faulty. ", "Yes, because England no longer has a housing problem. " ] ]

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[ "What is precision medicine?", "What is the main argument of the article?", "What advancements can be used for precision medicine?", "What is genomic medicine?", "What is a critique of precision medicine?", "Why is Parkinson’s being used to experiment with precision medicine?", "What was Dr. Tosun hoping to find with her study?", "What leads to a faster decline in Parkinson’s patients?", "How is the Genomes Project helpful for medicine?", "Why is precision medicine more attainable today than it was before?" ]

[ [ "Highly personalized medicine that is tailored to treat an individual’s needs. ", "The use of pharmaceuticals to treat an individual’s symptoms.", "Making genetic testing widespread to predict illness. ", "Combining traditional medicine with psychology so that treatment plans address an individual's physical health and mental health. " ], [ "The upfront costs of precision medicine outweigh the potential benefits. ", "Precision medicine should be the healthcare of the future. ", "Precision medicine is a worthy goal, but we are far from achieving it. ", "Precision medicine will lead to unnecessary preemptive treatment, as exemplified by Angelina Jolie. " ], [ "Personal technology, genetic testing, and nutrition programs", "Nutrition programs, clinical trials, and personal technology", "Genetic testing, clinical trials, and computer science ", "Personal technology, genetic testing, and computer science " ], [ "Using stem cells to treat illness. ", "Looking at a patient’s family history to determine a diagnosis or treatment plan. ", "Looking at a patient’s genes to determine a diagnosis or treatment plan. ", "Using apps to help patients track their symptoms. " ], [ "There is controversy around the morality of this kind of medicine. ", "It will only impact people with rare diseases. ", "It is unrealistic because it ignores other factors that affect an individual’s health. ", "Investments into precision medicine are costly. " ], [ "There is no current treatment for Parkinson’s.", "People know about Parkinson’s because of Michael J Fox. ", "Parkinson’s patients experience a range of symptoms that differ between individuals. ", "Parkinson’s is a genetic disorder." ], [ "The reason why some people with Parkinson’s decline quickly while others have a slow progression of symptoms. ", "An app that would allow Parkinson’s patients to track their symptoms.", "A pharmaceutical treatment with no side effects. ", "The genetic mutation that causes Parkinson’s. " ], [ "Loss of the ability to smell predicted a faster decline. ", "Intense psychological symptoms predicted a faster decline. ", "Cognitive and memory problems predicted a faster decline. ", "Motor-related symptoms predicted a faster decline. " ], [ "The goal of the project is to create vaccinations to prevent diseases. ", "The database will help doctors diagnose diseases caused by genetic mutations. ", "The project creates apps for people to track their symptoms. ", "Anyone will be able to get healthcare coverage for genetic testing. " ], [ "Interdisciplinary studies are more common today. ", "Advancements in technology make gathering data easier. ", "The cost of healthcare has gone down.", "There are more doctors today than ever before. " ] ]

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[ [ "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"", "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "Precision medicine is charged by a need to address the", "Critics of precision medicine say that the word 'precision'", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "\"Genomic medicine is right at the vanguard of personalised", "With advancements in computer science, algorithms and hardware, scientists like Dr Tosun are at the point where they can look at all the data at one time to better understand disease, health, prognosis and treatment. Finding patterns will help answer different questions.", "personalised medicine,\" says Tom Fowler, deputy chief scientist and director", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "Parkinson's is one of the first diseases precision medicine", "Thanks to genomoic medicine, numerous diagnoses have been possible.", "big data, precision medicine seems like an obvious next step.", "medicine is being applied to. It's a heterogeneous disease, which", "medicine. It is already being used in the field of", "the world, it aims to create a new genomic medicine", "While medical care has always been tailored to the", "Combined with patient-generated data and computer-powered analysis of big", "Genetic testing can already reveal the potential for future", "Second, technology is allowing us to sequence DNA at", "First, patients can quickly and easily log their daily symptoms with apps on their phones or wearable technology to understand their illnesses better. Detailed records also aid doctors in the way they treat patients and provide data for research." ], [ "This article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "\"One of the problems people have,\" says Dr Port,", "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "and how he's felt. \"It teaches you, 'Don't beat", "brain. After a month on the regime, Jessica's parents \"noticed", "Dr Beckie Port, senior research communications officer at Parkinson's UK,", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "Already, the feedback suggests the technology is having a", "medicine is being applied to. It's a heterogeneous disease, which", "that would step out into the mainstream,\" says Fowler. \"There", "medication. But ever since computers have been able to process", "Dorothy is a heavy drinker and her doctor sees that", "wrong in their bodies. From neurological disorders to strokes, cancer", "With this information, researchers and clinical teams can understand", "worked on: \"It's the start, not the end, of the", "is an unrealistic, inflated, hyperbolic term. They caution that", "the case and we move towards it.\" The NHS wouldn't", "The year is 2027. Dorothy visits her GP about panic", "\"For people with a lifetime of wondering why they or", "Still, there have already been some major success stories" ], [ "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. In Britain, the NHS is \"on a journey towards embedding a personalised medicine approach into mainstream healthcare.\"", "At its simplest, precision medicine is ultra-tailored healthcare. When President Obama announced the Precision Medicine Initiative in 2015, he put it this way: \"delivering the right treatments, at the right time, every time, to the right person.\"", "Precision medicine is charged by a need to address the", "With advancements in computer science, algorithms and hardware, scientists like Dr Tosun are at the point where they can look at all the data at one time to better understand disease, health, prognosis and treatment. Finding patterns will help answer different questions.", "\"You can't assume everyone has average Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, or depression. They have their own properties,\" says Dr Tosun. \"Precision Medicine is the solution, it's something we need to do.\"", "Third, in the age of big data, computers are allowing scientists to analyse vast amounts of data with greater precision than ever before. Machine-learning algorithms accelerate analysis of data sets which result in rapid discoveries.", "Thanks to genomoic medicine, numerous diagnoses have been possible.", "\"Genomic medicine is right at the vanguard of personalised", "Critics of precision medicine say that the word 'precision'", "Genetic testing can already reveal the potential for future", "Second, technology is allowing us to sequence DNA at", "in many universities. Three key advancements combine to make medicine", "personalised medicine,\" says Tom Fowler, deputy chief scientist and director", "Combined with patient-generated data and computer-powered analysis of big", "With this information, researchers and clinical teams can understand", "First, patients can quickly and easily log their daily symptoms with apps on their phones or wearable technology to understand their illnesses better. Detailed records also aid doctors in the way they treat patients and provide data for research.", "Parkinson's is one of the first diseases precision medicine", "big data, precision medicine seems like an obvious next step.", "medicine. It is already being used in the field of", "with genomic medicine, as new discoveries happen we've got the" ], [ "\"Genomic medicine is right at the vanguard of personalised", "Precision medicine, also known as personalised medicine, is being heralded as the next major breakthrough in healthcare. 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[ "Why does Travis Kalanick ask, \". . . do you want to be part of the future or do you want to resist the future?\"", "Why did the guidebook for the 1933 Chicago World's Fair include the chapter heading, \"Science Finds - Industry Applies - Man Conforms\"?", "Why was the messaging about the benefits of the Industrial Revolution misleading as it related to automation?", "According to industry leaders, what was the greatest existential threat to technological progress?", "According to the Westinghouse employee in the movie about a family visiting the New York World's Fair, what is the main issue with automation?", "What has been the result of the perpetuated idea that automation is the way of the future?", "What was the significance of the film \"Push Buttons and People\"?", "Why was Peter van Dresser critical of idealized discussions of technological advancement?", "How might societies ensure accountability for large technology companies in the future?", "Why were conversations about the results of automation largely ineffectual in the 20th century?" ]

[ [ "In order to suggest that a driverless future is unavoidable because it is an inevitable feature of the progress of automation within the automotive industry and to shift responsibility for potential job losses away from Uber. ", "He is directly confronting Stephen Colbert who had just asked him an accusatory question regarding the role of Uber in the potential unemployment of many drivers in the future due to driverless cars.", "He is trying to hold a discussion on the Late Show with Stephen Colbert about the role of technological determinism in our society in general and how people ought to see more possibilities in the future.", "He wants Uber to be a top competitor in Silicon Valley, replicating and possibly supplanting the successes of companies like Google, Tesla, and Apple." ], [ "The guidebook was intended to highlight the individual accomplishments of the scientists and inventors who contributed to the Chicago World's Fair.", "The scientific and technological innovations presented at the World's Fair represented the ways that the lives of humans would be made simpler and easier in the future.", "The planners of the World's Fair wanted their audience to engage in productive discussions about the role of science and technology in society in general.", "The developers of the World's Fair wanted to position scientific and technological advancement as the central force of progress in the world with an inevitable target irrespective of the effect on human life." ], [ "It left out a discussion of the role of unions and laws in protecting laborers as automation progressed and threatened people's livelihoods. ", "It purported to presage an influx of good-paying jobs with strong benefits when in reality the Industrial Revolution led to widespread unemployment and poverty.", "It suggested that while the rich and powerful control the past, the laborers would control the future.", "It suggested that progress was immediate and automatic as opposed to the gradually evolving and revolutionary process automation entailed." ], [ "Intellectuals and artistic types who followed the teachings of Karl Marx and referred to automation as \"Frankenstein's Monster.\"", "Pessimists and critics who viewed technological advancement as not only harmful to society in general but also as unnecessary, as most people were comfortable with good pay and benefits in the mid-20th century.", "Reformers whose ideas could compete with their own technological advancements with innovations that utilized even greater and more advanced scientific discoveries.", "Interference from regulators and people who imagined a different future other than the one presented as inevitable by those who benefitted from that vision." ], [ "He believes it will lead to the crippling of the middle class.", "He thinks it will cause the engineers of the World's Fair to spend two hundred million dollars to prove that automation can actually work for society.", "There wouldn't be enough jobs for everyone because the machines would replace the need for most human laborers.", "It would lead to a surplus of work and there might not be enough laborers to take those jobs." ], [ "Beginning with the Industrial Revolution, this concept has led to the gradual dismantling of the human labor force in the United States and created a crisis of labor in the 21st century.", "It has created renewed interest in investing in artificial intelligence and machine learning opportunities.", "It has given companies the ability to neglect substantive conversations and considerations about what might happen as a result of introducing new technologies into society.", "It has convinced workers to de-value their own labor and allowed company bosses to take advantage of their labor by paying insubstantial wages." ], [ "It described recent advances in automation as the latest in a long line of \"natural evolution in industry\" that had \"worked to the advantage of everyone.\"", "It proposed the concept that regulation-free automation was not necessarily the only way to move forward and workers' rights must be protected.", "It served to naturalize automatic processes at a time when the US Congress was meeting to discuss concerns about automation and rewrote the history of automation.", "It depicted automation as a kind of genie-like phenomenon that bestowed gifts like increased purchasing power, shorter hours, and better working conditions upon laborers." ], [ "It would be difficult to address other critical issues if society was meant to adapt to the results of unquestioned appropriation of automation rather than the other way around.", "He believed that people should view scientific technology as a genie whose gifts they must gratefully accept and accommodate themselves to as best as they can.", "He felt the discussions were being had exclusively between the empire-builders and members of the US Congress who stood to benefit from their investments.", "He did not believe that technological advancement was something that should be contestable, and he was a stronger believer that technological determination." ], [ "They can develop harsher penalties for leaders of tech companies who take advantage of their workers by replacing their jobs with machines and slashing pay.", "They can form regulatory bodies to explore the potential consequences of scientific and technological advancements on humans and society before blindly accepting them as a natural part of evolution. ", "They can enhance communications between companies like Google, Amazon, IBM, Microsoft, and Facebook so that they are working in partnership to ensure technology benefits people and society.", "They can organize committees that may engage in meaningful dialogues that will function to mollify public fears about the potentially harmful results of the marriage between technology and industry." ], [ "They failed to consider the rise of superpower tech companies such as Google, Amazon, IBM, Microsoft, and Facebook and the influence they would hold over society.", "These conversations were dominated by the bosses of emerging tech companies who wanted to prioritize the use of automation over the concerns of laborers.", "They failed to sort through major ethical issues which sat outside the law and essentially paid lip service to matters of real concern to people.", "These conversations lacked a real challenge to the persistent narrative that automation was central to our social evolution as well as a consideration for the voice of the people such development affected." ] ]

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