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[ "Why is Si retirement so significant to the Space Exploration Team? ", "What makes Gubelin an outlier in the present day?", "What is the main reason that Gubelin is so resentful of Si’s decision?", "What is the main reason behind the Welfare State operating as it does?", "What happens to drafted workers?", "Why is Si so astonished when there is a real bartender working the bar?", "Why does Si deliberate on how to spend his night?", "What is the “space cafard” that Si describes? " ]

[ [ "There aren’t enough working people in the world. They won’t be able to find a replacement.", "As one of two remaining spacemen, it would likely mean the defunding and shut down of the Space Exploration Team.", "Training new spacemen is costly and time consuming. They won’t have anyone else ready after him.", "His retirement may inspire others to stop working as well, which would be hugely detrimental as most people don't feel the drive to work as is. " ], [ "He is much older than the rest of the population.", "He refuses new operations that could improve his health.", "His mind is still active, and he values hard work.", "He still wears glasses and value objects like the gold watch given to Si." ], [ "He doesn’t want to have to go through the effort of training a new spaceman, as it’s very costly and time consuming.", "He regrets not having the opportunity of space exploration himself.", "He fears the end of the Space Exploration program, and for mankind’s research of space to come to an end.", "He hates the Welfare State and how it’s taken away people’s drive to learn and explore." ], [ "Automation with computers has made the need to work largely obsolete. ", "The current populace is not skilled enough to work, and thus most people are a part of the Welfare State", "The government does not want new workers, and is content supplying people with the funds they need to get through life. ", "Overtime, the public has lost its drive to work. Thus, no one enforces a workforce." ], [ "They train and work for a time, then retire with extra funds.", "They receive no pay, and have to undergo training and work for some time", "They are called upon throughout their life for periods of work.", "They work a short period of time, then return to normal life." ], [ "He hasn’t been talking to people, and Si is caught off guard seeing someone face to face again after so long.", "He’s never seen a bartender before, nor been in an establishment that has one.", "He was in his thoughts considering his money, and was caught off guard.", "He didn’t expect it. It’s a job that is normally automated, and it’s shocking to see a human working it." ], [ "He finally has the opportunity to let loose, and wants to revel in it.", "He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now. ", "He’s not used to this freedom and is unsure what to do.", "He’s not used to living this way and is uncomfortable." ], [ "It’s the isolation that spacemen feel working alone in space, with only computers as company", "It’s the public’s adverse opinion of space exploration that Gubelin tries to hide.", "It’s the desire to return home from a long voyage.", "It is the current system of operations for spacecraft, where people man ships with only one person." ] ]

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[ [ "The fact of the matter was, Si knew that his retiring had set them\n back. They hadn't figured he had enough shares of Basic to see him", "that you were the last of the space pilots. The last man in the whole\n world trained to pilot a space craft. And here you were, retiring.\"", "Si was expansive. \"Why, sure. In the Space Department we don't have\n much time for formality. Everybody's just Si, and Doc, and Jim. Like", "Si Pond was surprised. \"Cried?\" he said. \"Well, why? I was kind of\n bored with the whole thing. But old Doc Gubelin, I used to work under\n him in the Space Exploration department, he was hot for it.\"", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "To start off, he dressed with great care in the honorable\n retirement-rank suit he had so recently purchased. His space pin he\n attached carefully to the lapel. That was a good beginning, he decided.", "Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and\n made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. There", "\"Nothing too good for ex-Space Pilot Si Pond,\" he said aloud.", "nor the significance of Seymour Pond's retirement. Si didn't bother to\n remember his name. He only wondered vaguely why the cloddy had turned\n up at all.", "the more pragmatic advantages such as complete retirement after but six\n trips, added shares of Basic so that he could enjoy a more comfortable\n life than most and the fame that would accrue to him as one of the", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "Si chuckled. \"A real buff, eh? You know, it's kind of funny. I was\n never much interested in it. And I got a darn sight less interested\n after my first run and I found out what space cafard was.\"", "\"... and he said all those things about man's conquest of space. And\n the dream of the stars which man has held so long. And then the fact", "the finals. On this occasion, he and Rod had celebrated together. It\n had been quite a party. Two weeks later, Rod had burned on a faulty\n take-off on what should have been a routine Moon run.", "Si grunted. \"Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to\n take on another three runs. They're afraid the whole department'll be", "delving into space.\" Gubelin snapped his fingers. \"Like that, either of\n us would give our lives to prevent man from completely abandoning the\n road to his destiny.\"", "keeps that angle mostly hushed up and out of the magazine and newspaper\n articles. Says there's enough adverse publicity about space exploration\n already. But at this stage of the game when the whole ship's crammed", "They also had a banquet for him, complete with speeches by such\n bigwigs of the Department of Space Exploration as Academician Lofting", "point. The man is the only trained space pilot in the world. It will\n take months, possibly more than a year, to bring another novitiate\n pilot to the point where he can safely be trusted to take our next" ], [ "Gubelin would have even worn facial hair, had he but a touch more\n courage. Gubelin longed for yesteryear, a seldom found phenomenon under\n the Ultrawelfare State.", "typical, he being in the way of a living anachronism himself. In fact,\n Academician Gubelin was possibly the only living man on North America\n who still wore spectacles. His explanation was that a phobia against", "Gubelin grunted bitterly. \"Unfortunately, our present-day sailor\n can't be separated from his money quite so easily. If he could, I'd", "Gubelin and Doctor Hans Girard-Perregaux. There was also somebody\n from the government who spoke, but he was one of those who were\n pseudo-elected and didn't know much about the field of space travel", "\"\nAcademician\nGubelin?\" she said. \"You just call him\nDoc\n?\"", "delving into space.\" Gubelin snapped his fingers. \"Like that, either of\n us would give our lives to prevent man from completely abandoning the\n road to his destiny.\"", "Slumped in an autochair in the escape room of his Floridian home,\n Lofting Gubelin scowled at his friend. He said, acidly, \"Any more", "Sitting in the Kudos Room with the most beautiful girl to whom he had\n ever talked, Si could be nonchalant about the subject. \"Old Gubelin", "Gubelin, half angry at his friend's argument, leaned forward to snap\n rebuttal, but the other was wagging a finger at him negatively. \"Face", "Gubelin blinked at him.", "That was only an alibi so far as his closest associate, Hans\n Girard-Perregaux, was concerned. Doctor Girard-Perregaux was convinced", "So old man Gubelin, and Girard-Perregaux too, they're both trying to\n pressure me into more trips. Otherwise they got a Space Exploration", "Si Pond was surprised. \"Cried?\" he said. \"Well, why? I was kind of\n bored with the whole thing. But old Doc Gubelin, I used to work under\n him in the Space Exploration department, he was hot for it.\"", "They could count down and blast off, for all he gave a damn.\nThe gold watch idea had been that of Lofting Gubelin, which was", "He said, \"No, he hasn't. Few there are who have, nowadays. Man has\n always paid lip service to adventure, hardships and excitement, but in", "They gave him a gold watch. It was meant to be symbolical, of course.\n In the old tradition. It was in the way of an antique, being one of the", "\"But has he no spirit of adventure? Has he no feeling for....\"\nGirard-Perregaux was wagging his finger again, a gesture that,", "and everything about them, ever since I was a child. I suppose you'd\n say I have the dream that Doctor Girard-Perregaux spoke about.\"", "actuality his instincts, like those of any other animal, lead him to\n the least dangerous path. Today we've reached the point where no one\n need face danger—ever. There are few who don't take advantage of the", "Doctor Girard-Perregaux made. There you stood, so fine and straight in\n your space-pilot uniform, the veteran of six exploration runs to the\n planets....\"" ], [ "Si Pond was surprised. \"Cried?\" he said. \"Well, why? I was kind of\n bored with the whole thing. But old Doc Gubelin, I used to work under\n him in the Space Exploration department, he was hot for it.\"", "Gubelin, half angry at his friend's argument, leaned forward to snap\n rebuttal, but the other was wagging a finger at him negatively. \"Face", "The fact of the matter was, Si knew that his retiring had set them\n back. They hadn't figured he had enough shares of Basic to see him", "Sitting in the Kudos Room with the most beautiful girl to whom he had\n ever talked, Si could be nonchalant about the subject. \"Old Gubelin", "No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and\n made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. There", "Gubelin would have even worn facial hair, had he but a touch more\n courage. Gubelin longed for yesteryear, a seldom found phenomenon under\n the Ultrawelfare State.", "Si grunted. \"Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to\n take on another three runs. They're afraid the whole department'll be", "delving into space.\" Gubelin snapped his fingers. \"Like that, either of\n us would give our lives to prevent man from completely abandoning the\n road to his destiny.\"", "Slumped in an autochair in the escape room of his Floridian home,\n Lofting Gubelin scowled at his friend. He said, acidly, \"Any more", "Gubelin grunted bitterly. \"Unfortunately, our present-day sailor\n can't be separated from his money quite so easily. If he could, I'd", "Gubelin blinked at him.", "of twenty-five and was registered for the labor draft, there hadn't\n been a chance in a hundred that he'd have the bad luck to have his\n name pulled. But when it had been, Si had celebrated.", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "\"\nAcademician\nGubelin?\" she said. \"You just call him\nDoc\n?\"", "typical, he being in the way of a living anachronism himself. In fact,\n Academician Gubelin was possibly the only living man on North America\n who still wore spectacles. His explanation was that a phobia against", "Gubelin and Doctor Hans Girard-Perregaux. There was also somebody\n from the government who spoke, but he was one of those who were\n pseudo-elected and didn't know much about the field of space travel", "That was only an alibi so far as his closest associate, Hans\n Girard-Perregaux, was concerned. Doctor Girard-Perregaux was convinced", "Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the\n centuries since the Phoenecian sailor, back from his year-long trip to", "They could count down and blast off, for all he gave a damn.\nThe gold watch idea had been that of Lofting Gubelin, which was", "So old man Gubelin, and Girard-Perregaux too, they're both trying to\n pressure me into more trips. Otherwise they got a Space Exploration" ], [ "Ultrawelfare State, he was guaranteed his fundamental womb-to-tomb\n security by being issued that minimum number of Basic shares in our\n society that allows him an income sufficient to secure the food,", "A bit of prestige didn't hurt you when you went out on the town. In\n the Ultrawelfare State hardly one person in a hundred actually ever\n performed anything of value to society. The efforts of most weren't", "In the early days of the Ultrawelfare State, they had made a mistake\n in adapting to the automation of the second industrial revolution.", "\"At that time there wasn't such a blistering percentage of funkers\n throughout this whole blistering Ultrawelfare State! Who could", "made his six trips. He is now legally eligible for retirement. He was\n drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now\n free from toil for the balance of his life. Why should he listen to", "clothing, shelter, medical care and education to sustain a low level\n of subsistence. Percentages were against his ever being drafted\n into industry. Automation being what it is, only a fraction of the", "They had attempted to give everyone work by reducing the number of\n working hours in the day, and the number of working days in the week.\n It finally became ludicrous when employees of industry were working", "actuality his instincts, like those of any other animal, lead him to\n the least dangerous path. Today we've reached the point where no one\n need face danger—ever. There are few who don't take advantage of the", "the Ultrawelfare State and had been pressured into taking training\n for space pilot, he had celebrated once again. Twenty-two others had\n taken the training with him, and only he and Rod Cameroon had passed", "unemployment insurance, while the few workers still needed put in a\n reasonable number of hours a day, a reasonable number of weeks a year\n and a reasonable number of years in a life time. When new employees", "When he had been informed that his physical and mental qualifications\n were such that he was eligible for the most dangerous occupation in", "Gubelin would have even worn facial hair, had he but a touch more\n courage. Gubelin longed for yesteryear, a seldom found phenomenon under\n the Ultrawelfare State.", "Si Pond was a great believer in the institution of the spree. Any\n excuse would do. Back when he had finished basic education at the age", "No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and\n made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. There", "Now it was all over. At the age of thirty he was retired. Law prevented\n him from ever being called up for contributing to the country's labor\n needs again. And he most certainly wasn't going to volunteer.", "The only fair thing was to let the technologically unemployed remain\n unemployed, with their Inalienable Basic stock as the equivalent of", "Si grunted. \"Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to\n take on another three runs. They're afraid the whole department'll be", "To his disappointment, there were no recognizable celebrities. None\n that he placed, at least—top teevee stars, top politicians of the\n Ultrawelfare State or Sports personalities.", "Yes, but now it was all over. He had his own little place, his own\n vacuum-tube vehicle and twice the amount of shares of Basic that most", "Think it's kind of a big boondoggle deal to help use up a lot of\n materials and all and keep the economy going.\"" ], [ "It had come as a surprise when he'd been drafted for the labor force.", "of twenty-five and was registered for the labor draft, there hadn't\n been a chance in a hundred that he'd have the bad luck to have his\n name pulled. But when it had been, Si had celebrated.", "clothing, shelter, medical care and education to sustain a low level\n of subsistence. Percentages were against his ever being drafted\n into industry. Automation being what it is, only a fraction of the", "All persons registered in the labor force participated. If you\n were drawn, you must need serve. The dissatisfaction those chosen", "Now it was all over. At the age of thirty he was retired. Law prevented\n him from ever being called up for contributing to the country's labor\n needs again. And he most certainly wasn't going to volunteer.", "were needed, a draft lottery was held.", "made his six trips. He is now legally eligible for retirement. He was\n drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now\n free from toil for the balance of his life. Why should he listen to", "They had attempted to give everyone work by reducing the number of\n working hours in the day, and the number of working days in the week.\n It finally became ludicrous when employees of industry were working", "When he had been informed that his physical and mental qualifications\n were such that he was eligible for the most dangerous occupation in", "population is ever called up. But Pond was. His industrial aptitude\n dossier revealed him a possible candidate for space pilot, and it was\n you yourself who talked him into taking the training ... pointing out", "but two days a week, two hours a day. In fact, it got chaotic. It\n became obvious that it was more practical to have one worker putting in", "that you were the last of the space pilots. The last man in the whole\n world trained to pilot a space craft. And here you were, retiring.\"", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "very few who still participate in travel to the planets. Very well.\n He was sold. Took his training, which, of course, required long years\n of drudgery to him. Then, performing his duties quite competently, he", "Yes, but now it was all over. He had his own little place, his own\n vacuum-tube vehicle and twice the amount of shares of Basic that most", "one short drink with the boys, before taking his accumulated pay and\n heading home. The one short drink would lead to another. And morning\n would find him, drunk, rolled, tattooed and possibly sleeping it off in", "needed. Those few who did contribute were awarded honors, decorations,\n titles.", "quite so little for his money as that loneliest of all workers, he who\n must leave his home for distant lands, returning only periodically and\n usually with the salary of lengthy, weary periods of time to be spent", "actuality his instincts, like those of any other animal, lead him to\n the least dangerous path. Today we've reached the point where no one\n need face danger—ever. There are few who don't take advantage of the", "unemployment insurance, while the few workers still needed put in a\n reasonable number of hours a day, a reasonable number of weeks a year\n and a reasonable number of years in a life time. When new employees" ], [ "There was actually a bartender.\n\n\n Si Pond suppressed his astonishment and said, offhand, attempting an\n air of easy sophistication, \"Slivovitz Sour.\"", "\"Si,\" Si said. He motioned to the bartender with a circular twist of\n the hand indicating their need for two more of the same. \"How come you", "There was nothing the bartender could say to that, and he went about\n building the drink.\n\n\n Si cleared his throat. \"Hey,\" he said, \"how about letting this one be\n on me?\"", "Si, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "He turned back to his drink and noticed, for the first time, the girl\n who occupied the stool two down from him. Si Pond blinked. He blinked\n and then swallowed.", "No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and\n made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. There", "\"Funny?\" she said. \"Why, I don't think it's funny at all.\"\n\n\n Si said, \"Look, how about another drink?\"", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the", "Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "Si took his time. Not that he really needed it. It was by far the most\n swank suite he had ever seen. One wall was a window of whatever size", "The bartender said hurriedly, \"I beg your pardon, sir....\"\n\n\n The girl, her voice suddenly subtly changed, said, \"Why, isn't that a\n space pin?\"", "of twenty-five and was registered for the labor draft, there hadn't\n been a chance in a hundred that he'd have the bad luck to have his\n name pulled. But when it had been, Si had celebrated.", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "The drinks in the Kudos Room might be concocted by hand, but Si noticed\n they had the routine teevee screens built into the bar for payment.", "She looked at him coldly, turned to the bartender and murmured, \"A Far\n Out Cooler, please, Fredric.\" Then deliberately added, \"I thought the\n Kudos Room was supposed to be exclusive.\"", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "that. But how come you cried?\"\nShe looked down into the drink the bartender had placed before her,\n as though avoiding his face. \"I ... I suppose it was that speech", "Each time Si returned from one of his own runs, he celebrated. A spree,\n a bust, a bat, a wing-ding, a night on the town. A commemoration of\n dangers met and passed.", "The auto-elevator murmured politely, \"Yes, sir, the Kudos Room.\"\nAt the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a", "She was obviously both taken back and impressed. \"Why,\" she said,\n \"you're Seymour Pond, the pilot. I tuned in on the banquet they gave\n you.\"" ], [ "Each time Si returned from one of his own runs, he celebrated. A spree,\n a bust, a bat, a wing-ding, a night on the town. A commemoration of\n dangers met and passed.", "Si took his time. Not that he really needed it. It was by far the most\n swank suite he had ever seen. One wall was a window of whatever size", "No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and\n made a halting little talk of his own, he was grinning inwardly. There", "of his fellow citizens could boast. Si Pond had it made. A spree was\n obviously called for.", "For a moment he stood in the center of the floor, in thought. Take it\n easy, Si Pond, take it all easy, this time. No throwing his dollars", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "of twenty-five and was registered for the labor draft, there hadn't\n been a chance in a hundred that he'd have the bad luck to have his\n name pulled. But when it had been, Si had celebrated.", "\"Si,\" Si said. He motioned to the bartender with a circular twist of\n the hand indicating their need for two more of the same. \"How come you", "would. His monthly dividends were due in another week or so, and he\n wouldn't have to worry about current expenses. Yes, indeedy, Si Pond\n was as solvent as he had ever been in his thirty years.", "Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the\n centuries since the Phoenecian sailor, back from his year-long trip to", "Si, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "There was nothing the bartender could say to that, and he went about\n building the drink.\n\n\n Si cleared his throat. \"Hey,\" he said, \"how about letting this one be\n on me?\"", "\"Funny?\" she said. \"Why, I don't think it's funny at all.\"\n\n\n Si said, \"Look, how about another drink?\"", "Attired satisfactorily, Si double-checked to see that his credit\n card was in his pocket. As an after-thought, he went over to the", "Si Pond was a great believer in the institution of the spree. Any\n excuse would do. Back when he had finished basic education at the age", "Si was going to do it differently this time.", "He turned back to his drink and noticed, for the first time, the girl\n who occupied the stool two down from him. Si Pond blinked. He blinked\n and then swallowed.", "the guest might desire and Si touched the control that dilated it to\n the full. His view opened in such wise that he could see both the\n Empire State Building Museum and the Hudson. Beyond the river stretched", "\"Si,\" Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything\n like this rarified pulchritude. Maybe on teevee, of course, one of the", "Si grunted. \"Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to\n take on another three runs. They're afraid the whole department'll be" ], [ "Si chuckled. \"A real buff, eh? You know, it's kind of funny. I was\n never much interested in it. And I got a darn sight less interested\n after my first run and I found out what space cafard was.\"", "flock of people aboard, there won't be any such thing as space cafard,\n but....\" Of a sudden the right side of Si Pond's mouth began to tic", "haul to the Jupiter satellites, fearfully checking the symptoms of\n space cafard, the madness compounded of claustrophobia, monotony,", "was never going to subject himself to space cafard again. Just thinking\n about it, now, set the tic to going at the side of his mouth.", "The car hesitated for a moment, that brief hesitation before the\n shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could\n refrain. He sank back slowly into the seat. Moments passed, and the\n direction of the pressure was reversed.", "Si was expansive. \"Why, sure. In the Space Department we don't have\n much time for formality. Everybody's just Si, and Doc, and Jim. Like", "Each time Si returned from one of his own runs, he celebrated. A spree,\n a bust, a bat, a wing-ding, a night on the town. A commemoration of\n dangers met and passed.", "Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, \"Yeah ... sure.\"\n\n\n \"Good Heavens, you're a spaceman?\"", "Si Pond was surprised. \"Cried?\" he said. \"Well, why? I was kind of\n bored with the whole thing. But old Doc Gubelin, I used to work under\n him in the Space Exploration department, he was hot for it.\"", "delving into space.\" Gubelin snapped his fingers. \"Like that, either of\n us would give our lives to prevent man from completely abandoning the\n road to his destiny.\"", "\"... and he said all those things about man's conquest of space. And\n the dream of the stars which man has held so long. And then the fact", "Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the\n centuries since the Phoenecian sailor, back from his year-long trip to", "\"You must realize, my dear Lofting, that our Si Pond is nothing more\n than a latter-day sailor, with many of the problems and view-points,", "\"Well,\" Si said modestly, \"two of my runs were only to the Moon.\"", "that you were the last of the space pilots. The last man in the whole\n world trained to pilot a space craft. And here you were, retiring.\"", "Si, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. \"Call me\n Si,\" he said. \"Everybody calls me Si.\"", "The auto-elevator murmured politely, \"Yes, sir, the Kudos Room.\"\nAt the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a", "Si took his time. Not that he really needed it. It was by far the most\n swank suite he had ever seen. One wall was a window of whatever size", "He turned back to his drink and noticed, for the first time, the girl\n who occupied the stool two down from him. Si Pond blinked. He blinked\n and then swallowed.", "conning tower of his space craft. He sipped at the drink, finding it up\n to his highest expectations, and then swiveled slightly on his stool to\n take a look at the others present." ] ]

[ "What effects do the Green Flame rocks have?\n", "Why is Grannie Annie so concerned about the Green Flame’s whereabouts?", "What makes Grannie Annie's writing remarkable?", "Why is Billy so drawn to Grannie Annie? ", "What is Grannie Annie referring to when she says \"the I.P men aren't strong enough?\" ", "What is true about Doctor Universe?", "Why are people after Grannie Annie? ", "How will the story likely continue?" ]

[ [ "It makes people lethargic and easily manipulated.\n", "They spread radioactivity to people and make them ill. ", "They influence people to take power over other people. ", "They are electromagnetic and shock people. " ], [ "She wants to finish writing her story about them and needs to see them again.", "She believes that Doctor Universe is using to for his show to manipulate people.", "The current political climate is restless, and if used Green Flames could lead to a disaster.", "She wants it for herself and to continue researching the effects of Green Flame." ], [ "She isn't a writer of any notararitey. ", "She is an esteemed actor on top of being a writer. ", "She writes intense science fiction. ", "Her science fiction stories are typical, but she visits the locations she writes about and does so authentically. " ], [ "She knows about the Green Flame and Billy wants to know more about them. ", "Her writing wows him. ", "She's a famous author. He's naturally drawn to that fame. ", "She's an eccentric adventurer at heart, and compelling. " ], [ "She doesn't feel that the I.P men are serving well enough. ", "Just that - that the local law enforcement should be stronger. ", "She knows that as the politcal climate worsens, the I.P won't be able to keep up with the chaos. ", "The I.P men weren't quick enough to protect Billy and her from the attack. " ], [ "His audience reacts so well to him because much of the population is under the influence of Green Flame. ", "He knows about the whereabouts of Green Flame and is hiding it from Grannie Annie. ", "There is nothing of note to him. He is just a popular TV personaility. ", "He is using Green Flame himsel to influence his audience and force them to watch. He is the one who stole it. " ], [ "She entered the Spacemen's Club, which she was not allowed to do as a woman. ", "She was on Doctor Universe's show. ", "She knows too much about the Green Flames and they want to prevent her from obtaining it. ", "As a prolific author who travel a lot, she's made a lot of enemies. " ], [ "The group will continue to search for a way to get to the Green Flames. ", "The Green Flames will make Grannie Annie lose her drive to obtain them. ", "Grannie Annie will leave the storage of Green Flame behind, since she can’t get through the glass.", "arn will betray the duo and take the lot for himself." ] ]

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[ [ "Flame rock, they produce in the creature's brain a certain lassitude\n and lack of energy. As the period of exposure increases, this condition\n develops into a sense of impotence and a desire for leadership or", "\"And you can lay it all to the Green Flames. It seems incredible that a\n single shipload of the ore could effect such a wide ranged area, but in", "guards here. The mechanism is entirely self-operating. Let's see if the\n Green Flames are more accessible.\"", "\"It's not a new kind of anything. The Green Flame is a radio-active\n rock once found on Mercury. The\nAlpha", "travels into the Varsoom district he had come upon the wreckage of\n an old space ship. The hold of that space ship was packed with Green\n Flames!\"", "Grannie nodded. \"Some kind of a broadcasting unit. The Green Flames in\n the lower hold are probably exposed to a\ntholpane\nplate and their\n radiations stepped up by an electro-phosicalic process.\"", "guidance. Occasionally, as with the weak-willed, there is a spirit of\n intolerance. The Green Flames might be said to be an inorganic opiate,", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"", "The old woman paused. \"Did you ever hear of the Green Flames?\" she\n asked abruptly.\n\n\n I shook my head. \"Some new kind of ...\"", "purple flame shot outward. A horrible soul-chilling scream rent the\n air. A moment later something huge and heavy scrabbled across the\n ground and shot aloft.", "the lost space ship. Our job is to find that ore and destroy it. You\n see, I'm positive the Green Flames have never been removed from the\n ship.\"", "On the mirror behind the bar a small circle with radiating cracks\n appeared. On the booth wall a scant inch above Grannie's head the\n fresco seemed to melt away suddenly.\n\n\n A heat ray!", "\"The archives tell us that one of the first acts of the overthrowing\n government was to cast out all Green Flames, two of which Vennox had", "\"When any form of life is exposed to these\nGamma\nrays from the Green", "\"So everything, Billy-boy. Do you realize what such a thing would mean\n if it were true? Green Flames were supposedly destroyed on all planets", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "Outside a whisper-worm hissed softly. I got up and strode out of my\n tent. For some time I stood there, lost in thought. Could I believe", "\"You'll never do it that way,\" Grannie said. \"Nothing short of an\n atomic blast will shatter that wall. It explains why there are no", "The Venusians paddled with extreme care. Had one of them dipped his\n hand into one of those yellow streaks, he would have been devoured in\n a matter of seconds.", "sat on an upraised dais. That is to say, eight of them sat. The\n Mercurian, a huge lump of granite-like flesh, sprawled there, palpably" ], [ "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "Grannie nodded. \"Some kind of a broadcasting unit. The Green Flames in\n the lower hold are probably exposed to a\ntholpane\nplate and their\n radiations stepped up by an electro-phosicalic process.\"", "\"That it was sent by our enemy, the same enemy that shot at us in the\n cafe in Swamp City. Exactly.\" Grannie Annie halted at the door of her", "Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm\n and led me around a corner and through a doorway under a sign that read", "The old woman paused. \"Did you ever hear of the Green Flames?\" she\n asked abruptly.\n\n\n I shook my head. \"Some new kind of ...\"", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "\"What do you mean?\" Grannie paused in the act of rolling herself a\n cigarette. \"You know where it is, don't you?\"", "It was around the camp fire that night that Grannie took me into her\n confidence for the first time since we had left Swamp City.", "In the grille an equally astonished waiter served us—me a lime rickey\n and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed\n the drink off at a gulp before I set off a chain of questions:", "guards here. The mechanism is entirely self-operating. Let's see if the\n Green Flames are more accessible.\"", "But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's\n hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel\n in the name of science fiction than anyone alive.", "futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me\n from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning,", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"" ], [ "But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's\n hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel\n in the name of science fiction than anyone alive.", "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm\n and led me around a corner and through a doorway under a sign that read", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "In the grille an equally astonished waiter served us—me a lime rickey\n and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed\n the drink off at a gulp before I set off a chain of questions:", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "Grannie's incredible story? Or was this another of her fantastic plots\n which she had skilfully blended into a novel?", "\"That it was sent by our enemy, the same enemy that shot at us in the\n cafe in Swamp City. Exactly.\" Grannie Annie halted at the door of her", "One thing you had to admit about her books. They may have been dime\n novels, but they weren't synthetic. If Annabella C. Flowers wrote a", "It grew a little tiresome after a while and I wondered why Grannie had\n brought me here. And then I began to notice things.", "futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me\n from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning,", "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "Grannie nodded. \"Yes,\" she said. \"That's exactly what I think.\"", "Doctor Universe\nBy CARL JACOBI\nGrannie Annie, who wrote science fiction\n\n under the nom de plume of Annabella C. Flowers,\n\n had stumbled onto a murderous plot more", "Before I realized it, I was following her through the lounge and out to\n the jetty front. Grannie Annie hailed a hydrocar. Five minutes later we\n drew up before the big doors of the\nSatellite\n.", "I followed the bellhop down the long corridor that led to the main\n lounge. At the threshold I jerked to a halt and stared incredulously.\n\n\n Grannie Annie!" ], [ "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's\n hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel\n in the name of science fiction than anyone alive.", "Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm\n and led me around a corner and through a doorway under a sign that read", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "Before I realized it, I was following her through the lounge and out to\n the jetty front. Grannie Annie hailed a hydrocar. Five minutes later we\n drew up before the big doors of the\nSatellite\n.", "futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me\n from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning,", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "It grew a little tiresome after a while and I wondered why Grannie had\n brought me here. And then I began to notice things.", "In the grille an equally astonished waiter served us—me a lime rickey\n and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed\n the drink off at a gulp before I set off a chain of questions:", "Grannie nodded. \"Yes,\" she said. \"That's exactly what I think.\"", "Grannie gazed a long moment through binoculars. \"Billy-boy, take three\n Venusians and head across the knoll,\" she ordered. \"Ezra and I will", "\"That it was sent by our enemy, the same enemy that shot at us in the\n cafe in Swamp City. Exactly.\" Grannie Annie halted at the door of her", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "Grannie frowned in annoyance, but the prospector was adamant. He\n flipped a stud, twisted a dial and a moment later was leaning back in a\n chair, listening with avid interest.", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "At high noon by my Earth watch I sighted a low white structure on one\n of the distant islands. Moments later we made a landing at a rude\n jetty, and Grannie Annie was introducing me to Ezra Karn." ], [ "I nodded. \"As disgraceful an exhibition as I've ever seen. The I.P. men\n ought to clamp down.\"\n\n\n \"The I.P. men aren't strong enough.\"", "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm\n and led me around a corner and through a doorway under a sign that read", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "\"That it was sent by our enemy, the same enemy that shot at us in the\n cafe in Swamp City. Exactly.\" Grannie Annie halted at the door of her", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's\n hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel\n in the name of science fiction than anyone alive.", "\"You'll never do it that way,\" Grannie said. \"Nothing short of an\n atomic blast will shatter that wall. It explains why there are no", "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me\n from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning,", "In the grille an equally astonished waiter served us—me a lime rickey\n and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed\n the drink off at a gulp before I set off a chain of questions:", "Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "\"What do you mean?\" Grannie paused in the act of rolling herself a\n cigarette. \"You know where it is, don't you?\"", "Before I realized it, I was following her through the lounge and out to\n the jetty front. Grannie Annie hailed a hydrocar. Five minutes later we\n drew up before the big doors of the\nSatellite\n.", "Grannie stamped her foot. \"It's maddening,\" she said. \"Here we are at\n the crux of the whole matter, and we're powerless to make a single\n move.\"", "I followed the bellhop down the long corridor that led to the main\n lounge. At the threshold I jerked to a halt and stared incredulously.\n\n\n Grannie Annie!", "Grannie nodded. \"Some kind of a broadcasting unit. The Green Flames in\n the lower hold are probably exposed to a\ntholpane\nplate and their\n radiations stepped up by an electro-phosicalic process.\"", "Moments later an official hydrocar roared up and a dozen I.P. men\n rushed out and scattered the crowd. But a few stragglers lingered to\n shout derisive epithets.", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais." ], [ "\"The Doctor Universe program,\" he said. \"I ain't missed one in months.\n You gotta wait 'til I hear it.\"", "The audience in the\nSatellite\nseemed to have lost much of its\n original fervor. They applauded as before but they did so only at the\n signal of Doctor Universe. The spell created by the man was complete.", "cafes strove to stump the experts. With Doctor Universe offering\n bantering side play, the experts gave their answers. When they failed,\n or when the Truthicator flashed a red light, he announced the name of", "\"People of Swamp City,\" he said, bowing, \"permit me to introduce\n myself. I am Doctor Universe, and these are my nine experts.\"", "In front was a big sign. It read:\nONE NIGHT ONLY\n\n DOCTOR UNIVERSE AND HIS\n\n NINE GENIUSES", "Doctor Universe\nBy CARL JACOBI\nGrannie Annie, who wrote science fiction\n\n under the nom de plume of Annabella C. Flowers,\n\n had stumbled onto a murderous plot more", "I got my pipe out of my pocket, tamped Martian tobacco into the bowl\n and laughed heartily. \"The same old Flowers,\" I said. \"Tell me, who's\n your thief ... Doctor Universe?\"", "\"\nWho was the first Earthman to titter the sunward side of Mercury?\n\"\n\n\n Doctor Universe nodded and turned to Grannie Annie who had raised her\n hand. She said quietly:", "The Doctor's program began. The operator of the Earth visi twisted his\n dials and nodded. Blue light flickered on the pantascope panel to", "I grinned. \"All complete, I'll bet, with threats against the universe\n and beautiful Earth heroines dragged in by the hair.\"", "And so it went. Questions from Mars, from Earth, from Saturn flowed in\n the visi sets. Isolated miners on Jupiter, dancers in swank Plutonian", "isolated crime there. But viewed from the perspective Grannie had\n given me, everything dovetailed. The situation on Jupiter was swiftly\n coming to a head. Not only had the people on that planet demanded that", "\"Of course, I regarded Karn's story as a wild dream, but it made\n corking good story material. I wrote it into a novel, and a week after\n it was completed, the manuscript was stolen from my study back on\n Earth.\"", "\"An old prospector who lives out in the deep marsh on the outskirts of\n Varsoom country. To make a long story short, I got him talking about\n his adventures, and he told me plenty.\"", "It was the same show I had witnessed back in Swamp City. Once again I\n heard questions filter in from the far outposts of the System. Once", "\"That's right,\" Karn said. \"The Varsoom have a strange nervous reaction\n that's manifested by laughing. But just what it is that makes them\n laugh, I don't know.\"", "Outside a whisper-worm hissed softly. I got up and strode out of my\n tent. For some time I stood there, lost in thought. Could I believe", "sat on an upraised dais. That is to say, eight of them sat. The\n Mercurian, a huge lump of granite-like flesh, sprawled there, palpably", "The piano struck a chord in G, and the curtain went rattling up. On the\n stage four Earthmen, two Martians, two Venusians, and one Mercurian", "\"I see,\" I said as she lapsed into silence. \"And now you've come to the\n conclusion that the details of your story were true and that someone is\n attempting to put your plot into action.\"" ], [ "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "Grannie Annie came to the point abruptly. When she had explained the\n object of our trip, the prospector became thoughtful.", "\"That it was sent by our enemy, the same enemy that shot at us in the\n cafe in Swamp City. Exactly.\" Grannie Annie halted at the door of her", "Grannie Annie came out from behind the box office then. She took my arm\n and led me around a corner and through a doorway under a sign that read", "Grannie Annie leaped to her feet, grasped my arm and raced for the\n door. Outside a driverless hydrocar stood with idling motors. The old", "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "But to me she was still Grannie Annie, as old-fashioned as last year's\n hat, as modern as an atomic motor. She had probably written more drivel\n in the name of science fiction than anyone alive.", "Grannie Annie fired with deliberate speed.\nI stood frozen as the diminuendo of its wild cries echoed back to me.", "From the left wing Grannie Annie appeared. She bowed and took her place\n on the dais.", "I barged across the lounge and seized her hand. \"Grannie Annie! I\n haven't seen you in two years.\"", "futility of the venture. Only the pleadings of Grannie Annie kept me\n from turning back. On the morrow I realized the truth in her warning,", "Before I realized it, I was following her through the lounge and out to\n the jetty front. Grannie Annie hailed a hydrocar. Five minutes later we\n drew up before the big doors of the\nSatellite\n.", "In the grille an equally astonished waiter served us—me a lime rickey\n and Grannie Annie her usual whisky sour—I waited until she had tossed\n the drink off at a gulp before I set off a chain of questions:", "I followed the bellhop down the long corridor that led to the main\n lounge. At the threshold I jerked to a halt and stared incredulously.\n\n\n Grannie Annie!", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "\"What do you mean?\" Grannie paused in the act of rolling herself a\n cigarette. \"You know where it is, don't you?\"", "Grannie Annie lit a cigarette and flipped the match to the floor.", "isolated crime there. But viewed from the perspective Grannie had\n given me, everything dovetailed. The situation on Jupiter was swiftly\n coming to a head. Not only had the people on that planet demanded that", "\"Hunter-bird,\" Grannie said calmly. \"A form of avian life found here\n in the swamp. Harmless in its wild state, but when captured, it can be", "Grannie nodded. \"Yes,\" she said. \"That's exactly what I think.\"" ], [ "\"I see,\" I said as she lapsed into silence. \"And now you've come to the\n conclusion that the details of your story were true and that someone is\n attempting to put your plot into action.\"", "\"What do you mean?\"\nFor a moment the old lady sat there in silence; then she leaned back,\n closed her eyes, and I knew there was a story coming.", "she began. \"When it was finished I had planned to take a six months'\n vacation, but those fool publishers of mine insisted I do a sequel.", "\"Up we go, Billy-boy.\" Heat gun in readiness, Grannie Annie began to\n climb slowly.\n\n\n The silence remained absolute. We reached the door and pulled it open.\n There was no sign of life.", "From the tent opposite a gaunt figure clad in a familiar dress\n appeared. Grannie gave a single warning:\n\n\n \"Stand still!\"", "\"You'll never do it that way,\" Grannie said. \"Nothing short of an\n atomic blast will shatter that wall. It explains why there are no", "\"Of course, I regarded Karn's story as a wild dream, but it made\n corking good story material. I wrote it into a novel, and a week after\n it was completed, the manuscript was stolen from my study back on\n Earth.\"", "steadily. And the news broadcast I had heard over the portable visi\n just before retiring still lingered in my mind. To a casual observer\n that broadcast would have meant little, a slight rebellion here, an", "If it had been anyone but Grannie Annie there before me, I would\n have called her a fool. And then all at once I got an odd feeling of\n approaching danger.", "The thing in the darkness turned like a cam on a rod and drove at us\n again. This time the old woman's heat gun clicked, and a tracery of", "isolated crime there. But viewed from the perspective Grannie had\n given me, everything dovetailed. The situation on Jupiter was swiftly\n coming to a head. Not only had the people on that planet demanded that", "tent and faced me with earnest eyes. \"Billy-boy, our every move is\n being watched. From now on it's the survival of the fittest.\"", "the players in this shindig. As soon as the show is over, we'll go\n somewhere and talk.\" She minced lightly down the aisle, climbed the\n stage steps and disappeared in the wings.", "But the public loved it. They ate up her stories, and they clamored for\n more. Her annual income totaled into six figures, and her publishers\n sat back and massaged their digits, watching their earnings mount.", "Grannie's incredible story? Or was this another of her fantastic plots\n which she had skilfully blended into a novel?", "Outside a whisper-worm hissed softly. I got up and strode out of my\n tent. For some time I stood there, lost in thought. Could I believe", "When the last question had been answered I joined the exit-moving\n crowd. It was outside under the street marquee that a strange incident\n occurred.", "The old woman paused. \"Did you ever hear of the Green Flames?\" she\n asked abruptly.\n\n\n I shook my head. \"Some new kind of ...\"", "\"Glad to meet you,\" he said, shaking my hand. \"Any friend of Miss\n Flowers is a friend of mine.\" He ushered us down the catwalk into his\n hut.", "\"Green Flames, eh?\" he repeated slowly. \"Well yes, I suppose I could\n find that space ship again. That is, if I wanted to.\"" ] ]

[ "What does the E.P. Locator detect?", "Why was each inhabitant of the moon-town only referred to as their specific species rather than a distinct name?", "Which fruit was NOT allowed to be tasted by the crew while visiting the moon-town?", "What was thought to be used as an indication to settle the confusion between the crew and the two humans in moon-town?", "Why was the cave the only place that was not visited?", "What was an indicator that Adam, or Ha-Adamah, was only playing a part while communicating with the crew?", "Why was the moon-town comically referred to as paradise by the priest?", "Why was the Old Serpent satisfied that the crew would be returning to try and take their paradise?", "Why had the owners of Little Probe obtained the E.P. Locator at such a discounted rate? ", "What was determined to have created the bright light in the moon-town?" ]

[ [ "Level of Human Activity", "Level of Probing", "Level of Spinal Fluid", "Level of Perception" ], [ "They were all distinct by their light, and only needed to be referred to as their species. ", "The population was much too large to name each creature. ", "The humans of moon-town felt no need to waste time in naming each living creature as they died off too quickly.", "There was only one of each, therefore, they were called by their species. " ], [ "Apples", "Oranges", "Pomegranate ", "Grapes" ], [ "An inquisition about knowledge", "A game of checkers", "A contest of preternatural intellect", "A physical test " ], [ "The cave was only a reflective illusion from the bright light. ", "The crew ran out of time but planned to examine it upon their next arrival", "Adam, or Ha-Adamah, told the crew that it was much to dangerous as there were evil creatures living inside. ", "The serpent lives there and the crew was told that he was cranky." ], [ "His eruption of laughter once the crew had left. ", "He told the Old Serpent that he needed to write him new lines. ", "His past involvement with show business.", "He recalled his true name after the crew had left. " ], [ "The woman did not speak the entire time they were there. ", "There was only one man, so less competition for the attention of the woman.", "The unlimited supply of fresh fruit was perfect for weight loss. ", "There were less occupants, so less idiots to deal with. " ], [ "He was happy to have new faces and needed the influx population to breed their new world. ", "He was hopeful for a portion of the sale money. ", "They needed to acquire their equipment for forming their new world. ", "They were hopeful for settlers as they needed someone to help them fertilize the land to keep the fruits plentiful. " ], [ "The readings were unclear as it had struggled with detecting E.P on worms. ", "The designer had no longer used it as it had not detected E.P. on himself. ", "It was a faulty machine and often shut off without notice. ", "It often produced an orange light meaning it was unsure of the results. " ], [ "The shining paint that was applied to the bodies of Adam and Eve. ", "Artificial lighting that helped the fruits to produce more. ", "The lights from the ship that were not turned off. ", "Constant moon-light that failed to dim in order to help the fruits grow" ] ]

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[ [ "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "The E. P. Locator had been designed by Glaser. But when the Locator\n had refused to read\nPositive", "There was one more test to run, one very tricky and difficult of\n analysis, that with the Extraordinary Perception Locator. This was", "individual, though this could not be certain) and got very definite\n action. Eppel was busy. The machine had a touch of the ham in it, and\n assumed an air of importance when it ran these tests.", "So it was with mixed expectations that Steiner locked onto the area\n and got a flick. He then narrowed to a smaller area (apparently one", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "nothing for several hours as they hovered high over the rotation. Then\n it came—clearly and definitely, but from quite a small location only.", "\"Let's lock on this one and finish the scan. Then we can do the rest of\n the world to make sure we've missed nothing,\" said Stark.", "\"Scan the remainder of the world, Steiner,\" said Stark, \"and the rest\n of us will get some sleep. If you find no other spot then we will go", "Finally it signaled the result, the most exasperating result it ever\n produces: the single orange light. It was the equivalent of the shrug\n of the shoulders in a man. They called it the \"You tell\nme\nlight.\"", "Positive\non ninety per cent of\n the acknowledged superior minds of the Earth. In space it had been a\n sound guide to the unusual intelligences encountered. Yet on Suzuki-Mi", "It was for this reason that Glaser used that model no more, but built\n others more amenable. And it was for this reason also that the owners\n of Little Probe had acquired the original machine so cheaply.", "\"Not a building, not two sticks or stones placed together. That looks\n like an Earth-type sheep there. And that looks like an Earth-lion,", "The machine replied, with such warmth that its relays chattered, that\n Glaser did\nnot\nhave extraordinary perception; he had only ordinary\n perception to an extraordinary degree. There is a\ndifference\n, the\n machine insisted.", "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "Positive\nwhen turned on the inventor himself,\n bad blood developed between machine and man. Glaser knew that he had\n extraordinary perception. He was a much honored man in his field. He", "designed simply to locate a source of superior thought. But this might\n be so varied or so unfamiliar that often both the machine and the\n designer of it were puzzled as to how to read the results.", "\"I don't know, but they're right in the middle of it. Land here. We'll\n go to meet them at once. Timidity has never been an efficacious tool\n with us.\"", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"No. The rest of the world may be dangerous. There must be a reason\n that thought is in one spot only. If we find no others then we will go\n down boldly and visit this.\"" ], [ "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "\"The woman is named Hawwah,\" said the man. \"The sheep is named sheep,\n the lion is named lion, the horse is named horse and the hoolock is\n named hoolock.\"", "\"You are not anything till I name you. But I will name you and then\n you can be. You are named Captain. He is named Priest. He is named\n Engineer. He is named Flunky.\"", "\"Not a building, not two sticks or stones placed together. That looks\n like an Earth-type sheep there. And that looks like an Earth-lion,", "\"No. We are the people. There are no people but two. How could there be\n other people?\"", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "It was a world with everything, and it seemed to have only two\n inhabitants. They went everywhere except into the big cave.", "\"How could there be more than one of anything?\"\n\n\n The captain was a little puzzled by this, but he went on doggedly:\n \"Ha-Adamah, what do you think that we are? Are we not people?\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "\"Father Briton from Philadelphia,\" he said, \"on detached service. And\n you, my good man, what is your handle, your monicker, your tag?\"\n\n\n \"Ha-Adamah,\" said the man.", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"I have only one tongue; but it is given to us to be understood by all;\n by the eagle, by the squirrel, by the ass, by the English.\"", "\"A crowd would laugh if told of it,\" said Stark, \"but not many would\n laugh if they had actually seen the place, or them. I am not a gullible", "I'm almost afraid to say. And those two ... why, they could well be\n Earth-people. But with a difference. Where is that bright light coming\n from?\"", "Positive\non ninety per cent of\n the acknowledged superior minds of the Earth. In space it had been a\n sound guide to the unusual intelligences encountered. Yet on Suzuki-Mi", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "Well, they were people. And one could only wish that all people were\n like them. There was a man and a woman, and they were clothed either\n in very bright garments or in no garments at all, but only in a very\n bright light.", "neighbors. A completely planned globular settlement in a near arm of\n our own galaxy. Low taxes and liberal credit. Financing our specialty—\"", "\"Limited,\" said Steiner, \"as though within a pale. As though there were\n but one city, if that is its form. Shall we follow the rest of the", "\"Human,\" said Steiner. \"It may even be that they are a little more than\n human. I don't understand that light that surrounds them. And they seem\n to be clothed, as it were, in dignity.\"" ], [ "\"All things are possible.\"\n\n\n And it was then that Ha-Adamah, the shining man, gave a wild cry: \"No,\n no. Do not approach it. It is not allowed to eat of that one!\"", "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "\"Certainly. Eat. It is the finest fruit in the garden.\"\n\"Well, the analogy breaks down there,\" said Stark. \"I was almost", "\"And everything grows here,\" added Steiner. \"Those are Earth-fruits and", "I never saw finer. I've tasted the grapes and plums and pears. The figs\n and dates are superb, the quince is as flavorsome as a quince can be,", "\"I won't be the first to eat one. You eat.\"\n\n\n \"Ask him first. You ask him.\"\n\n\n \"Ha-Adamah, is it allowed to eat the apples?\"", "the cherries are excellent. And I never did taste such oranges. But I\n haven't yet tried the—\" and he stopped.", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"It does. The name of the fruit is not mentioned in Genesis. In Hebrew\n exegesis, however, the pomegranate is usually indicated.\"", "\"If you're thinking what I'm afraid to think,\" said Gilbert, \"then it\n will be the test at least: whether we're having a pleasant dream or\n whether this is reality. Go ahead and eat one.\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "\"Once more, Father,\" said Stark, \"you should be the authority; but does\n not the idea that it was the apple that was forbidden go back only to a\n medieval painting?\"", "\"Pick from the trees,\" said Ha-Adamah, \"and then it may be that you\n will want to sleep on the grass. Being not of human nature (which does", "It was a world with everything, and it seemed to have only two\n inhabitants. They went everywhere except into the big cave.", "\"Not a building, not two sticks or stones placed together. That looks\n like an Earth-type sheep there. And that looks like an Earth-lion,", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "\"It'll take them fourteen days to get back with the settlers. We'll\n have time to overhaul the blasters. We haven't had any well-equipped", "\"And the damnest thing about it,\" muttered Langweilig, \"is, how are you\n going to prove him wrong? But it does give you a small feeling.\"\n\n\n \"Can we have something to eat?\" asked the Captain." ], [ "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "I'm almost afraid to say. And those two ... why, they could well be\n Earth-people. But with a difference. Where is that bright light coming\n from?\"", "\"It'll take them fourteen days to get back with the settlers. We'll\n have time to overhaul the blasters. We haven't had any well-equipped", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "Positive\non ninety per cent of\n the acknowledged superior minds of the Earth. In space it had been a\n sound guide to the unusual intelligences encountered. Yet on Suzuki-Mi", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "\"No. We are the people. There are no people but two. How could there be\n other people?\"", "Finally it signaled the result, the most exasperating result it ever\n produces: the single orange light. It was the equivalent of the shrug\n of the shoulders in a man. They called it the \"You tell\nme\nlight.\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "\"Human,\" said Steiner. \"It may even be that they are a little more than\n human. I don't understand that light that surrounds them. And they seem\n to be clothed, as it were, in dignity.\"", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"I don't know, but they're right in the middle of it. Land here. We'll\n go to meet them at once. Timidity has never been an efficacious tool\n with us.\"", "\"How could there be more than one of anything?\"\n\n\n The captain was a little puzzled by this, but he went on doggedly:\n \"Ha-Adamah, what do you think that we are? Are we not people?\"", "are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that\n we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone\n disturbed that happiness.\"", "\"Not a building, not two sticks or stones placed together. That looks\n like an Earth-type sheep there. And that looks like an Earth-lion,", "nothing for several hours as they hovered high over the rotation. Then\n it came—clearly and definitely, but from quite a small location only.", "\"And the damnest thing about it,\" muttered Langweilig, \"is, how are you\n going to prove him wrong? But it does give you a small feeling.\"\n\n\n \"Can we have something to eat?\" asked the Captain.", "individual, though this could not be certain) and got very definite\n action. Eppel was busy. The machine had a touch of the ham in it, and\n assumed an air of importance when it ran these tests.", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a" ], [ "It was a world with everything, and it seemed to have only two\n inhabitants. They went everywhere except into the big cave.", "\"No. The rest of the world may be dangerous. There must be a reason\n that thought is in one spot only. If we find no others then we will go\n down boldly and visit this.\"", "They wandered about the place, but they were uneasy. There were the\n animals. The lion and lioness were enough to make one cautious, though", "\"You don't want to visit any of the other areas first? Somewhere away\n from the thoughtful creature?\"", "\"No. It would be no contest. I would not like to humble you.\"\nThey were there for three days. They were delighted with the place.", "He looked proudly around at the great cave with its mountains and tiers\n of materials, heavy machinery of all sorts, titanic crates of foodstuff", "\"The great serpent lives there. I would not disturb him. He has long\n been cranky because plans he had for us did not materialize. But we", "Down in the great cave that Old Serpent, a two-legged one among whose\n names were \"Snake-Oil Sam,\" spoke to his underlings:", "\"A crowd would laugh if told of it,\" said Stark, \"but not many would\n laugh if they had actually seen the place, or them. I am not a gullible", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "It is indeed an unspoiled Paradise; and it would be a crime calling to\n the wide heavens for vengeance for anyone to smirch in any way that\n perfection.", "\"All things are possible.\"\n\n\n And it was then that Ha-Adamah, the shining man, gave a wild cry: \"No,\n no. Do not approach it. It is not allowed to eat of that one!\"", "\"No. We are the people. There are no people but two. How could there be\n other people?\"", "\"To die I do not understand. I am taught that it is a property of\n fallen nature to die, and that does not pertain to me or mine.\"\n\n\n \"And are you completely happy here?\"", "\"If there are only two people here,\" said Casper Craig, \"then it may be\n that the rest of the world is not dangerous at all. It looked fertile", "vainly through all the ages. I am taught that sickness and ageing and\n even death could come if this happiness were ever lost. I am taught\n that on at least one other unfortunate world it has actually been lost.\"", "\"They looked at the priest thoughtfully.\n\n\n \"But it was Paradise in one way,\" said Steiner at last.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that\n we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone\n disturbed that happiness.\"" ], [ "\"Father Briton from Philadelphia,\" he said, \"on detached service. And\n you, my good man, what is your handle, your monicker, your tag?\"\n\n\n \"Ha-Adamah,\" said the man.", "\"How could there be more than one of anything?\"\n\n\n The captain was a little puzzled by this, but he went on doggedly:\n \"Ha-Adamah, what do you think that we are? Are we not people?\"", "\"I'm not clowning, Captain. How about it, Adam? I'll give you choice of\n colors and first move.\"\n\n\n \"No. It would be no contest. I have a preternatural intellect.\"", "beginning to believe in the thing. But if it isn't that, then what.\n Father Briton, you are the linguist, but in Hebrew does not Ha-Adamah\n and Hawwah mean—?\"", "\"All things are possible.\"\n\n\n And it was then that Ha-Adamah, the shining man, gave a wild cry: \"No,\n no. Do not approach it. It is not allowed to eat of that one!\"", "\"I thought so. Question the man further, Father. This is too\n incredible.\"\n\n\n \"It is a little odd. Adam, old man, how long have you been here?\"", "\"Pick from the trees,\" said Ha-Adamah, \"and then it may be that you\n will want to sleep on the grass. Being not of human nature (which does", "\"Yes, there is a question that will settle it. Adam, old man, how about\n a game of checkers?\"\n\n\n \"This is hardly the time for clowning,\" said Stark.", "\"I won't be the first to eat one. You eat.\"\n\n\n \"Ask him first. You ask him.\"\n\n\n \"Ha-Adamah, is it allowed to eat the apples?\"", "\"I think you'd better write me some new lines,\" said Adam. \"I feel like\n a goof saying those same ones to each bunch.\"", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "\"You are not anything till I name you. But I will name you and then\n you can be. You are named Captain. He is named Priest. He is named\n Engineer. He is named Flunky.\"", "center on Earth. I've played against, and beaten, machines. But I\n never played a preternatural mind. Let's just set up the board, Adam,\n and have a go at it.\"", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"What is there, Adam?\" asked Captain Stark.", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"The woman is named Hawwah,\" said the man. \"The sheep is named sheep,\n the lion is named lion, the horse is named horse and the hoolock is\n named hoolock.\"", "\"If I have a preternatural intellect I wouldn't be afraid of a game of\n checkers with anyone. Yet there was an unusual mind there somewhere; it\n was just that he chose not to make our acquaintance personally.\"", "\"Talk to them again,\" said Stark. \"You're the linguist.\"\n\n\n \"That isn't necessary here, Captain. Talk to them yourself.\"", "The machine replied, with such warmth that its relays chattered, that\n Glaser did\nnot\nhave extraordinary perception; he had only ordinary\n perception to an extraordinary degree. There is a\ndifference\n, the\n machine insisted." ], [ "\"They looked at the priest thoughtfully.\n\n\n \"But it was Paradise in one way,\" said Steiner at last.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "It is indeed an unspoiled Paradise; and it would be a crime calling to\n the wide heavens for vengeance for anyone to smirch in any way that\n perfection.", "\"I too am convinced,\" said Steiner. \"It is Paradise itself, where the\n lion lies down with the lamb, and where the serpent has not prevailed.", "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "\"This is still a perfect come-on here. There is something in human\n nature that cannot resist the idea of a Perfect Paradise. Folks will", "are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that\n we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone\n disturbed that happiness.\"", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "\"Father Briton from Philadelphia,\" he said, \"on detached service. And\n you, my good man, what is your handle, your monicker, your tag?\"\n\n\n \"Ha-Adamah,\" said the man.", "man, but I am convinced of this: that this is a pristine and pure world\n and that ours and all the others we have visited are fallen worlds.\n Here are the prototypes of our first parents before their fall. They", "\"A crowd would laugh if told of it,\" said Stark, \"but not many would\n laugh if they had actually seen the place, or them. I am not a gullible", "\"Talk to them, Father Briton,\" said Stark. \"You are the linguist.\"\n\n\n \"Howdy,\" said the priest.", "\"You are not anything till I name you. But I will name you and then\n you can be. You are named Captain. He is named Priest. He is named\n Engineer. He is named Flunky.\"", "\"To die I do not understand. I am taught that it is a property of\n fallen nature to die, and that does not pertain to me or mine.\"\n\n\n \"And are you completely happy here?\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "\"No. It would be no contest. I would not like to humble you.\"\nThey were there for three days. They were delighted with the place.", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "vainly through all the ages. I am taught that sickness and ageing and\n even death could come if this happiness were ever lost. I am taught\n that on at least one other unfortunate world it has actually been lost.\"", "\"Amazing quality of longevity seemingly inherent in the locale. Climate\n ideal. Daylight or half-light. All twenty-one hours from Planet", "\"Limited,\" said Steiner, \"as though within a pale. As though there were\n but one city, if that is its form. Shall we follow the rest of the" ], [ "\"I too am convinced,\" said Steiner. \"It is Paradise itself, where the\n lion lies down with the lamb, and where the serpent has not prevailed.", "\"The great serpent lives there. I would not disturb him. He has long\n been cranky because plans he had for us did not materialize. But we", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "\"They looked at the priest thoughtfully.\n\n\n \"But it was Paradise in one way,\" said Steiner at last.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "Down in the great cave that Old Serpent, a two-legged one among whose\n names were \"Snake-Oil Sam,\" spoke to his underlings:", "man, but I am convinced of this: that this is a pristine and pure world\n and that ours and all the others we have visited are fallen worlds.\n Here are the prototypes of our first parents before their fall. They", "\"This is still a perfect come-on here. There is something in human\n nature that cannot resist the idea of a Perfect Paradise. Folks will", "It would be the darkest of crimes if we or others should play the part\n of the serpent, and intrude and spoil.\"", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"All things are possible.\"\n\n\n And it was then that Ha-Adamah, the shining man, gave a wild cry: \"No,\n no. Do not approach it. It is not allowed to eat of that one!\"", "It is indeed an unspoiled Paradise; and it would be a crime calling to\n the wide heavens for vengeance for anyone to smirch in any way that\n perfection.", "\"Certainly. Eat. It is the finest fruit in the garden.\"\n\"Well, the analogy breaks down there,\" said Stark. \"I was almost", "\"I thought so. Question the man further, Father. This is too\n incredible.\"\n\n\n \"It is a little odd. Adam, old man, how long have you been here?\"", "are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that\n we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone\n disturbed that happiness.\"", "\"I don't know, but they're right in the middle of it. Land here. We'll\n go to meet them at once. Timidity has never been an efficacious tool\n with us.\"", "beginning to believe in the thing. But if it isn't that, then what.\n Father Briton, you are the linguist, but in Hebrew does not Ha-Adamah\n and Hawwah mean—?\"", "\"If there are only two people here,\" said Casper Craig, \"then it may be\n that the rest of the world is not dangerous at all. It looked fertile", "strong too. Mainly it is the feverish passion to befoul and poison what\n is unspoiled. Fortunately I am sagacious enough to take advantage of", "\"Once more, Father,\" said Stark, \"you should be the authority; but does\n not the idea that it was the apple that was forbidden go back only to a\n medieval painting?\"", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"" ], [ "It was for this reason that Glaser used that model no more, but built\n others more amenable. And it was for this reason also that the owners\n of Little Probe had acquired the original machine so cheaply.", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive", "The E. P. Locator had been designed by Glaser. But when the Locator\n had refused to read\nPositive", "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "There was one more test to run, one very tricky and difficult of\n analysis, that with the Extraordinary Perception Locator. This was", "the engineer; Casper Craig, super-cargo, tycoon and 51% owner of the\n Little Probe, and F. R. Briton, S.J., a Jesuit priest who was linguist", "individual, though this could not be certain) and got very definite\n action. Eppel was busy. The machine had a touch of the ham in it, and\n assumed an air of importance when it ran these tests.", "\"I know it, Eve. The lion is a very important prop. Maybe one of the\n crackpot settlers will bring a new lion.\"", "\"So much for that. Now to business. Gilbert, take a gram: Ninety\n Million Square Miles of Pristine Paradise for Sale or Lease. Farming,", "So it was with mixed expectations that Steiner locked onto the area\n and got a flick. He then narrowed to a smaller area (apparently one", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "nothing for several hours as they hovered high over the rotation. Then\n it came—clearly and definitely, but from quite a small location only.", "Positive\non ninety per cent of\n the acknowledged superior minds of the Earth. In space it had been a\n sound guide to the unusual intelligences encountered. Yet on Suzuki-Mi", "neighbors. A completely planned globular settlement in a near arm of\n our own galaxy. Low taxes and liberal credit. Financing our specialty—\"", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"It'll take them fourteen days to get back with the settlers. We'll\n have time to overhaul the blasters. We haven't had any well-equipped", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "\"And the damnest thing about it,\" muttered Langweilig, \"is, how are you\n going to prove him wrong? But it does give you a small feeling.\"\n\n\n \"Can we have something to eat?\" asked the Captain.", "He looked at the three dozen space ships stripped and stacked, and at\n the rather large pile of bone-meal in one corner.", "Positive\nwhen turned on the inventor himself,\n bad blood developed between machine and man. Glaser knew that he had\n extraordinary perception. He was a much honored man in his field. He" ], [ "Dawn did not come to the moon-town. The Little Probe hovered stationary\n in the light and the moon-town came up under the dawn. Then the Probe\n went down to visit whatever was there.", "I'm almost afraid to say. And those two ... why, they could well be\n Earth-people. But with a difference. Where is that bright light coming\n from?\"", "\"There's no town,\" said Steiner. \"Not a building. Yet we're on the\n track of the minds. There's nothing but a meadow and some boscage, a", "Finally it signaled the result, the most exasperating result it ever\n produces: the single orange light. It was the equivalent of the shrug\n of the shoulders in a man. They called it the \"You tell\nme\nlight.\"", "are garbed in light and innocence, and they have the happiness that\n we have been seeking for centuries. It would be a crime if anyone\n disturbed that happiness.\"", "\"And very little else,\" said Father Briton, \"though that light trick\n does serve a purpose. But I'm not sure they'd pass in Philadelphia.\"", "life traces on that little moon, but it would be a lively place. So\n they skipped several steps in the procedure.", "Well, they were people. And one could only wish that all people were\n like them. There was a man and a woman, and they were clothed either\n in very bright garments or in no garments at all, but only in a very\n bright light.", "\"Human,\" said Steiner. \"It may even be that they are a little more than\n human. I don't understand that light that surrounds them. And they seem\n to be clothed, as it were, in dignity.\"", "They learned no more of the real nature of the sphere in their time\n there. Yet all but one of them were convinced of the reality when they\n left. And they talked of it as they took off.", "\"And your daughter, or niece?\"\n\n\n It may be that the shining man frowned momentarily at this; but the\n woman smiled, proving that she was human.", "\"No. The rest of the world may be dangerous. There must be a reason\n that thought is in one spot only. If we find no others then we will go\n down boldly and visit this.\"", "It was a world with everything, and it seemed to have only two\n inhabitants. They went everywhere except into the big cave.", "\"Ah—I see.\"\nBut the crew all drank of the fountain to be sociable. It was water,\n but water that excelled, cool and with all its original bubbles like\n the first water ever made.", "\"I don't know, but they're right in the middle of it. Land here. We'll\n go to meet them at once. Timidity has never been an efficacious tool\n with us.\"", "\"They looked at the priest thoughtfully.\n\n\n \"But it was Paradise in one way,\" said Steiner at last.\n\n\n \"How?\"", "\"A crowd would laugh if told of it,\" said Stark, \"but not many would\n laugh if they had actually seen the place, or them. I am not a gullible", "\"Amazing quality of longevity seemingly inherent in the locale. Climate\n ideal. Daylight or half-light. All twenty-one hours from Planet", "\"Not a building, not two sticks or stones placed together. That looks\n like an Earth-type sheep there. And that looks like an Earth-lion,", "And there was no denying that the Extraordinary Perception Locator (or\n Eppel) was a contrary machine. On Earth it had read\nPositive" ] ]

[ "Which best describes the relationship between the protagonists?", "What makes the protagonists become less concerned about being trapped by the beasts?", "How would you describe the pace of the characters, and why?", "What is not a type technology that is used in this story?", "What are Hathaway and Marnagan's physiques like?", "How would you describe Gunther as a villain?", "Based on your interpretation of the passage, of the following options who do you think would most likely be interested in reading it?", "How would you describe Click's primary motivations?" ]

[ [ "They're friendly but their friendship detracts from their ability to problem-solve and be productive.", "They're both in a tough situation but their hatred for one another pushes them to work independently.", "They work together and are able to coordinate with each other pretty well.", "They don't like each other too much; they put up with each other at best." ], [ "They realized that the beasts were not actually interested in hurting them, so they were able to calmly leave their hiding spot.", "They realized that the beasts were too big to fit into the space they were in, so they could camp out in that spot indefinitely.", "They realized the beasts were not actual beasts, but were meant to seem real.", "They realized that the beasts die when their photo is taken, and they had captured many of the beasts on camera." ], [ "Quickly. The characters were under a time constraint, depleting air, and were encountering additional threats that made them move with haste.", "At a sprint. The characters were so scared that they were rushing decisions and they weren't thinking logically.", "Average. Though the characters were concerned for their survival, they were taking things at a normal pace because they thought they could be rescued.", "Slowly. The characters didn't want to endanger themselves further in the situation so they tried to think everything through fully." ], [ "Tasers that paralyze individuals and render them unconscious", "Highly advanced space travel", "Tools that allow one to distort how someone else perceives reality", "Filming devices " ], [ "There isn't much discussion about how either person looks at all.", "Marnagan is consistently described as feeble in comparison to Hathaway.", "Both of their appearances are described to some degree, and Marnagan is often described as being a large presence.", "Both are each regularly described as having similar builds." ], [ "He's likely been successful in the past, but he's clearly conquerable.", "He's so universally despised that he has to work alone.", "He's a classically funny villain, like what you'd imagine in children's movies and comedies.", "He's fairly irresponsible and ruthless." ], [ "A luddite who thinks even discussing technology is frustrating.", "A well-read teenager with a penchant for thrilling adventure stories.", "An avid reader of romance novels set in sci-fi locations.", "An elementary schooler who likes outer space." ], [ "He was originally focused on filming, but he was also focused on survival efforts.", "He was solely focused on filming the events and didn't contribute much else.", "He wanted to help beyond filming but only ended up hurting the mission further.", "He was focused on filming the events at first, but when he realized he needed to pitch in he forgot all about filming." ] ]

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[ [ "Marnagan said nothing, but his thick lips went down at the corners, far\n down, and the green eyes blazed.\n\n\n They stopped, together.\n\n\n \"Oops!\" Click said.", "\"They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase,\n eh, Click?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Sure.\nYou\nenjoyed it, every moment of it.\"", "Marnagan shifted uneasily. \"Here, now. You're doing nothing but\n sitting, looking like a little boy locked in a bedroom closet, so take\n me a profile shot of the beasties and myself.\"", "directness. \"A ship hasn't landed here for an hour. Your ship was the\n last. Two people were on it. The last I saw of them they were being", "\"Both. The other guy went after the Patrol.\"\n\n\n \"Impossible!\"\n\n\n \"I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther.\"", "\"Forget it. I was so blamed glad to see your homely carcass in one\n hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part", "Gunther sat there, blinking at Hathaway, not moving. His thin hands\n twitched in his lap. \"You are bluffing,\" he said, finally, with a firm", "They started walking, fast, over the pocked, rubbled plain toward a\n bony ridge of metal. They kept their eyes wide and awake. There wasn't", "It got quiet. It got so quiet you could almost hear the asteroids\n rushing up, cold, blue and hard. You could hear your heart kicking a\n tom-tom between your sick stomach and your empty lungs.", "\"Lots of time, little man. Forty more minutes of air, to be exact.\"\nThey sat, staring at the monsters for about a minute. Hathaway felt", "Hathaway screamed the air out of his lungs, but his brain was thinking\n quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "Hathaway didn't answer. But his eyes told the story by just looking at\n Irish.\n\n\n Marnagan cursed. \"All right, lad. Let's have at it!\"", "A tunnel curved, ending in light, and two men silhouetted in that\n yellow glare. Marnagan, backed against a wall, his helmet cracked,", "\"I tied them pink elephants of Gunther's in neat alphabetical bundles\n and stacked them up to dry, ya louse!\" Marnagan said. \"But, damn you,\n they killed my partner before he had a chance!\"", "Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "The ship struck, once. Bouncing, it struck again. It turned end over\n and stopped. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled", "Hathaway shook a head that was tons heavy and weary. \"Not if we believe\n in them to a\ncertain point\n. Psychologically they can both be seen and\n felt. We only want to\nsee\nthem coming at us again.\"", "mashed and scattered. They were lucky to have escaped. Or\nwas\nsuffocation a better death...?\nSixty minutes.\nThey stood and looked at one another.", "pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed.\"" ], [ "the beasts. \"People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from\n wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals", "pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed.\"", "\"Lots of time, little man. Forty more minutes of air, to be exact.\"\nThey sat, staring at the monsters for about a minute. Hathaway felt", "The outpour of animals came from a low lying mound a mile farther on.\n Evidently the telepathic source lay there. They approached it warily.", "Marnagan shifted uneasily. \"Here, now. You're doing nothing but\n sitting, looking like a little boy locked in a bedroom closet, so take\n me a profile shot of the beasties and myself.\"", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "suspicious about animals. And if the tourists don't leave, the animals\n kill them.\"", "Hathaway fought against the mist in his eyes. \"Just think—I will see\n the monsters again. I will see them again and I will not feel them.\n Think it over and over.\"", "\"Hold tight, hell, let's move. We've got to find where those animals\n came from! And the only way to do that is to get the animals to come\n back!\"\n\n\n \"Come back? How?\"", "\"They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase,\n eh, Click?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Sure.\nYou\nenjoyed it, every moment of it.\"", "No more monsters.\n\n\n Marnagan smiled a smile broader than his shoulders. \"Hey, Click, look\n at me! I'm in one piece. Why, hell, the damned things turned tail and\n ran away!\"", "you\nforget the monsters.\n Let me handle them, I know how. They might fool you again, you might\n forget.\"", "Marnagan held his gun out in front of him and still smiling took one,\n two, three, four steps out into the outside world. The monsters were\n waiting for him at the fifth step. Marnagan kept walking.", "He elucidated it over and over again to the Patrolman. About the film,\n the beasts, and how the film couldn't be wrong. If the film said the\n monsters weren't there, they weren't there.", "Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "\"Forget it. I was so blamed glad to see your homely carcass in one\n hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part", "Hathaway shook a head that was tons heavy and weary. \"Not if we believe\n in them to a\ncertain point\n. Psychologically they can both be seen and\n felt. We only want to\nsee\nthem coming at us again.\"", "They started walking, fast, over the pocked, rubbled plain toward a\n bony ridge of metal. They kept their eyes wide and awake. There wasn't", "The strange harsh voice said, \"That's better. Don't try and pick that\n gun up now. Oh, so it's you. I thought Gunther had finished you off.\n How'd you get past the animals?\"", "Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. \"They're\n too big; they can't get us in here!\" Click's voice gasped it out," ], [ "They started walking, fast, over the pocked, rubbled plain toward a\n bony ridge of metal. They kept their eyes wide and awake. There wasn't", "Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "\"Lots of time, little man. Forty more minutes of air, to be exact.\"\nThey sat, staring at the monsters for about a minute. Hathaway felt", "\"If we walk in opposite directions, Click Hathaway, we'd be shaking\n hands the other side of this rock in two hours.\" Marnagan shook his mop", "It got quiet. It got so quiet you could almost hear the asteroids\n rushing up, cold, blue and hard. You could hear your heart kicking a\n tom-tom between your sick stomach and your empty lungs.", "Gunther sat there, blinking at Hathaway, not moving. His thin hands\n twitched in his lap. \"You are bluffing,\" he said, finally, with a firm", "\"They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase,\n eh, Click?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Sure.\nYou\nenjoyed it, every moment of it.\"", "Click was afraid he would show his weak dizziness. He needed air.\n \"Okay. Drag Marnagan with you, open the door and we'll have air. Double\n time! Double!\"", "Hathaway screamed the air out of his lungs, but his brain was thinking\n quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach", "His voice stopped and the silence spoke.\n\n\n Hathaway felt his heart pumping slow, hot pumps of blood. \"I checked\n my oxygen, Irish. Sixty minutes of breathing left.\"", "and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down\n and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?\"", "Marnagan held his gun out in front of him and still smiling took one,\n two, three, four steps out into the outside world. The monsters were\n waiting for him at the fifth step. Marnagan kept walking.", "directness. \"A ship hasn't landed here for an hour. Your ship was the\n last. Two people were on it. The last I saw of them they were being", "\"Ran, hell!\" cried Hathaway, rushing out, his face flushed and\n animated. \"They just plain vanished. They were only imaginative\n figments!\"", "The outpour of animals came from a low lying mound a mile farther on.\n Evidently the telepathic source lay there. They approached it warily.", "Marnagan said nothing, but his thick lips went down at the corners, far\n down, and the green eyes blazed.\n\n\n They stopped, together.\n\n\n \"Oops!\" Click said.", "The monsters returned.\nA soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming\n in malevolent anticipation about the two men.", "anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they\n had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts.", "Marnagan was making good progress ahead of Hathaway. But he stopped and\n raised his gun and made quick moves with it. \"Click! This one here!", "The ship struck, once. Bouncing, it struck again. It turned end over\n and stopped. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled" ], [ "The telepathic sending station for the animals was a great bank of\n intricate, glittering machine, through which strips of colored film\n with images slid into slots and machine mouths that translated them\n into thought-emanations. A damned neat piece of genius.", "and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down\n and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?\"", "education. Poke another spool of film in that contraption and give me\n profile a scan. This is lesson number seven: Daniel Walks Into The\n Lion's Den.\"", "it. As for me—\" he twisted his glossy red face. \"Keeping alive is me\n hobby. And this sort of two-bit death I did not order.\"", "\"Click—\" Marnagan's face was a bitter, tortured movement behind glass.\n \"Click—\" He was fighting hard. \"I—I—sure now. Sure—\" He smiled.\n \"It—it's only a shanty fake!\"", "The silence punctuated that sentence, too. Upon the sharp meteoric\n rocks Hathaway saw the tangled insides of the radio, the food supply", "of his set-up. Explorers who land here inadvertently, are chased back\n into their ships, forced to take off. Tourists and the like. Nothing", "A hunk of metal teetered, fell with a crash. Marnagan elevated seven\n feet of bellowing manhood from the wreck.", "developed, smiling. It was one of his best inventions. Self-developing\n film. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical,\n leaving imprints; the second exposure simply hardened, secured the", "The picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console,\n wrenching levers, jamming studs with freckled fists. And out in the", "\"I haven't got one.\"\n\n\n \"We'll chance it, then. You stick here until I see what's ahead. They\n probably got scanners out. Let them see me—\"", "\"I don't see no Base around.\"\nClick shrugged. \"Still doubt it? Okay. Look.\" He tapped his camera and", "a spool popped out onto his gloved palm. Holding it up, he stripped\n it out to its full twenty inch length, held it to the light while it", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSuddenly, it was there. There wasn't time to blink or speak or get", "Gunther raged, and swept a small pistol from his linked corselet. He\n fired wildly until Hathaway hit him over the head with a paper-weight.", "They started walking, fast, over the pocked, rubbled plain toward a\n bony ridge of metal. They kept their eyes wide and awake. There wasn't", "bones.\" He took an unnecessary hitch in trousers that didn't exist\n except under an inch of porous metal plate. \"Your express purpose on", "film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like\nthis\none! His\n brain spun, racketing like the instantaneous, flicking motions of his\n camera.", "tend to them. It all looks like Nature was responsible. See how subtle\n his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the\n Patrol happens to land and finds us. No reason for undue investigation,", "Click started running. He switched off his\nsending\naudio, kept his\nreceiving" ], [ "\"Get out of the way,\" said Hathaway.\n\n\n Marnagan put his big fists on his hips. \"If anyone is going anywhere,\n it'll be me does the going.\"", "Marnagan's thick lips opened. \"It's only a fake,\" he said. And then,\n irritated, \"Get the hell off me, Hathaway. Let me up to my feet!\"", "Hathaway didn't answer. But his eyes told the story by just looking at\n Irish.\n\n\n Marnagan cursed. \"All right, lad. Let's have at it!\"", "Marnagan wasn't fooling anybody. Hathaway knew the superficial palaver\n for nothing but a covering over the fast, furious thinking running", "Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke\n cold on his body. The immense things rolled, slithered and squirmed", "Hathaway grabbed the camera, gasped, squinted, and gasped again:\n Pictures in montage; Marnagan sitting down, chatting conversationally\n with", "Marnagan was making good progress ahead of Hathaway. But he stopped and\n raised his gun and made quick moves with it. \"Click! This one here!", "And before Hathaway could object, Marnagan walked off. He walked about\n five hundred yards, bent down, applied his fingers to something, heaved\n up, and there was a door opening in the rock.", "Hathaway darted forward, flung his body over Marnagan's, covered the\n helmet glass with his hands, shouting:", "as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him.\n Instinctively, Hathaway added, \"Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a\n scene!\"", "Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. \"They're\n too big; they can't get us in here!\" Click's voice gasped it out,", "Ten minutes later, Marnagan and Hathaway, fresh tanks of oxygen on\n their backs, Marnagan in a fresh bulger and helmet, trussed the guard,", "The picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console,\n wrenching levers, jamming studs with freckled fists. And out in the", "Hathaway felt funny inside, suddenly. \"I never thought of that.\n Marnagan die? I just took it for granted you'd come through. You always", "\"If we walk in opposite directions, Click Hathaway, we'd be shaking\n hands the other side of this rock in two hours.\" Marnagan shook his mop", "There was plenty of noise. Too damned much. Hathaway only knew he was\n picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't", "Hathaway looked at him. \"So you're Gunther?\" he said, calmly. The\n pirate was incredibly old, his bulging forehead stood out over sunken,", "The ship struck, once. Bouncing, it struck again. It turned end over\n and stopped. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled", "Marnagan said nothing, but his thick lips went down at the corners, far\n down, and the green eyes blazed.\n\n\n They stopped, together.\n\n\n \"Oops!\" Click said.", "\"Nuts! Any color\nwe\nsee, the camera sees. We've been fooled.\"\n\n\n \"Hey, where\nyou\ngoing?\" Marnagan blocked Hathaway as the smaller man\n tried pushing past him." ], [ "Gunther sat there, blinking at Hathaway, not moving. His thin hands\n twitched in his lap. \"You are bluffing,\" he said, finally, with a firm", "Hathaway went on saying his thoughts: \"This is Gunther's work. He's\n here somewhere, probably laughing his guts out at the job he did us.", "Hathaway looked at him. \"So you're Gunther?\" he said, calmly. The\n pirate was incredibly old, his bulging forehead stood out over sunken,", "He got halfway there when he felt a gun in his back.\n\n\n He didn't resist. They took him straight ahead to his destination and\n pushed him into a room where Gunther sat.", "had his profile toward Hathaway, his lips twisting: \"I think I'll let\n you stand right there and die,\" he said quietly. \"That what Gunther\n wanted, anway. A nice sordid death.\"", "Gunther babbled like a child, his voice a shrill dagger in the air.\n \"Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!\"", "The strange harsh voice said, \"That's better. Don't try and pick that\n gun up now. Oh, so it's you. I thought Gunther had finished you off.\n How'd you get past the animals?\"", "Gunther raged, and swept a small pistol from his linked corselet. He\n fired wildly until Hathaway hit him over the head with a paper-weight.", "from filming it. Everything was too wild, hot and angry. Gunther was\n throwing a fit, still seated at his desk, unable to move because of his\n fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state.", "\"Are you telling me? It's man-made. Better than that—it's Gunther! No", "\"Forget it. I was so blamed glad to see your homely carcass in one\n hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part", "Click nodded. \"Gunther knows how you'd hate dying this way, Irish.\n It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and\n the crash this way.\"", "whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins\n through to a triumphant finish. Photographed on the spot, in color, by\n yours truly, Click Hathaway. Cosmic Films, please notice.\"", "\"I tied them pink elephants of Gunther's in neat alphabetical bundles\n and stacked them up to dry, ya louse!\" Marnagan said. \"But, damn you,\n they killed my partner before he had a chance!\"", "Then Hathaway took a picture of Gunther slumped at his desk, the chaos\n taking place immediately outside his window.", "started yelling. Gunther turned slowly to the huge window in one side\n of his office. He stared, hard.", "\"Both. The other guy went after the Patrol.\"\n\n\n \"Impossible!\"\n\n\n \"I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther.\"", "\"All right, put 'em up!\" a new harsh voice cried over a different\n radio. One of Gunther's guards.\n\n\n Three shots sizzled out, and Marnagan bellowed.", "The Monster Maker\nBy RAY BRADBURY\n\"Get Gunther,\" the official orders read. It\n\n was to laugh! For Click and Irish were", "attached his camera to his mid-belt. \"Gunther probably thinks we're\n dead by now. Everyone else's been fooled by his playmates; they never\n had a chance to disbelieve them.\"" ], [ "education. Poke another spool of film in that contraption and give me\n profile a scan. This is lesson number seven: Daniel Walks Into The\n Lion's Den.\"", "you like, Click. It's times like this when we all need words, any\n words, on our tongues. You got your camera and your scoop. Talk about", "\"Forget it. I was so blamed glad to see your homely carcass in one\n hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part", "directness. \"A ship hasn't landed here for an hour. Your ship was the\n last. Two people were on it. The last I saw of them they were being", "and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down\n and twitch on the ground. Is that clear?\"", "film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like\nthis\none! His\n brain spun, racketing like the instantaneous, flicking motions of his\n camera.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSuddenly, it was there. There wasn't time to blink or speak or get", "\"Ain't your say-so good enough for me?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. Sure. Of course. I guess—\"", "tend to them. It all looks like Nature was responsible. See how subtle\n his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the\n Patrol happens to land and finds us. No reason for undue investigation,", "it. As for me—\" he twisted his glossy red face. \"Keeping alive is me\n hobby. And this sort of two-bit death I did not order.\"", "you\nforget the monsters.\n Let me handle them, I know how. They might fool you again, you might\n forget.\"", "impressions. Quick stuff.", "\"They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase,\n eh, Click?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Sure.\nYou\nenjoyed it, every moment of it.\"", "\"Which one will you be having?\" asked Irish, casually. \"A red one or a\n blue one?\"", "bones.\" He took an unnecessary hitch in trousers that didn't exist\n except under an inch of porous metal plate. \"Your express purpose on", "of his set-up. Explorers who land here inadvertently, are chased back\n into their ships, forced to take off. Tourists and the like. Nothing", "anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they\n had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts.", "when you do it. Snap it, now, we've got rush work to do. How good an\n actor are you?\"", "Marnagan showed his teeth. \"Gah! Let a flea have all the fun? And\n besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty.\"", "\"Sure, and ain't I always smilin'? Ah, Click boy, are them tears in\n your sweet grey eyes?\"" ], [ "Click nodded. \"Gunther knows how you'd hate dying this way, Irish.\n It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and\n the crash this way.\"", "When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it\n up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him:", "\"They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase,\n eh, Click?\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Sure.\nYou\nenjoyed it, every moment of it.\"", "His voice came back across the distance, into Click's earphones. \"A\n door, an air-lock, Click. A tunnel leading down inside!\"", "\"Click—\" Marnagan's face was a bitter, tortured movement behind glass.\n \"Click—\" He was fighting hard. \"I—I—sure now. Sure—\" He smiled.\n \"It—it's only a shanty fake!\"", "Marnagan showed his teeth. \"Gah! Let a flea have all the fun? And\n besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty.\"", "Marnagan said nothing, but his thick lips went down at the corners, far\n down, and the green eyes blazed.\n\n\n They stopped, together.\n\n\n \"Oops!\" Click said.", "\"Yeah,\" said Marnagan. \"But step outside this cave—\"\n\n\n \"If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid,\" said Click.", "Click was afraid he would show his weak dizziness. He needed air.\n \"Okay. Drag Marnagan with you, open the door and we'll have air. Double\n time! Double!\"", "Marnagan's homely face grimaced in sympathy. \"Hold tight, Click. The\n guy that invented these fish-bowls didn't provide for a sick stomach.\"", "Click started running. He switched off his\nsending\naudio, kept his\nreceiving", "\"If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—\"", "Then, Marnagan dropped into the tunnel, disappearing. Click heard the\n thud of his feet hitting the metal flooring.\n\n\n Click sucked in his breath, hard and fast.", "\"I don't see no Base around.\"\nClick shrugged. \"Still doubt it? Okay. Look.\" He tapped his camera and", "The guard laughed.\nThe air-lock door was still wide open when Click reached it, his head", "They ran back. \"Let's try it again.\"\n\n\n They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened.\n \"Gravity should not act this way, Click.\"", "Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's\n skin. And then the meteor hit. It made a spiked fist and knocked the", "\"Irish, I—\"\n\n\n \"Shut up and load up.\"\n\n\n Hathaway nervously loaded the film-slot, raised it.\n\n\n \"Ready, Click?\"", "\"\nDo\nwe, now?\"\n\n\n \"With twenty minutes left, maybe less—\"\n\n\n \"All right, Click, let's bring 'em back. How do we do it?\"", "film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like\nthis\none! His\n brain spun, racketing like the instantaneous, flicking motions of his\n camera." ] ]

[ "Why is David Corbin on the ship in the first place?", "Of his fellow crew members, who does David seem to have the most concern for and why?", "What is one potential moral of this story?", "Of the following, which personality traits best describe David?", "If David had entirely forgotten his life prior to the mission, what would've happened?", "If Karen remains in her current state long-term, what would most likely happen?", "Why did everyone have to wake up?" ]

[ [ "He has to direct his crew to an area with potentially large amounts of natural resources.", "He has to direct his crew to an area with potentially habitable planets.", "He's a doctor who has to tend to the other crew members who were medically sedated.", "He has to direct his crew home to Earth on the tail end of their intergalactic voyage." ], [ "Karen, because she's a female crew member and because she has a bad reaction to being awoken.", "John, because he relies on him to be his right-hand man.", "John, because David first wakes him up with the apparatus and is unsure how safe the apparatus is to operate.", "Karen, because she's his wife and he only remembers this with time." ], [ "Trying to find more habitable planets is a pointless endeavor.", "Working together as a team and having hope can lead to more effective results.", "Taking drastic actions without thinking them through is very risky.", "It's best to trust your instincts and to not trust the technology around you." ], [ "Attractive, witty, and charismatic", "Smart, calculating, and cautious", "Bold, quiet, and dumb", "Focused, funny, and attractive" ], [ "He probably would've done a bad job at healing his crew.", "He probably would've failed to wake up the rest of his crew.", "He probably wouldn't be able to fly the ship very well, leading to dangerous outcomes.", "He probably would've flirted with Karen a bit more." ], [ "She probably wouldn't be able to create, transform, or assess compounds very well.", "She probably would avoid any advances from David or the others because she's less trusting of any of them.", "She'd probably end up learning how to do someone else's job instead so she can help the crew out in some way.", "She'd probably try to exit the ship at the first planet they land on so she doesn't deplete the ship's resources more than needed." ], [ "Everyone had to help fly the ship so it wouldn't crash into the G type star.", "Everyone worked in pairs in the same position so they needed their partners.", "Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.", "Everyone remembered small elements of what was going on and wanted to keep the information to themselves." ] ]

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[ [ "David Corbin.", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "CAPTAIN CHAOS\nBy D. ALLEN MORRISSEY\nScience equipped David Corbin with borrowed time;", "\"I suppose. The mission stated one chemist.\"\n\n\n \"What is the mission of this ship?\" I asked.", "\"What about her. Why is she here?\" I asked my companion.\n\n\n He lifted the cover from the apparatus. \"She's the chemist in the crew.\"\n\n\n \"A girl?\"", "\"Who is in charge of this ship?\" I asked.\n\n\n He tensed suddenly. \"You are, sir. Why?\"", "John answered for me. \"First we've got to find out where we are. I know\n this ship but I can't fly it.\"", "Searching the ship made me forget my fear. I hoped I would find some\n answers. I went from the nose to the last bulkhead in a frenzy of", "\"It's been dead ahead for hours,\" he grunted. I leaned over and threw\n the intercom to open. \"This is control. Listen ... everyone. I'm over\n it. Disregard the warning siren ... we were testing the ship.\"", "\"You said I had flown this ship. You meant before this suspension.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. That's why we can cross space to a near star.\"\n\n\n \"How long ago was it?\"", "He hit his hands together. \"You fly it, sir. Can't you think?\"\n\n\n \"I'm trying. I know the ship is familiar, but I've looked it over.\n Maybe I'm trying too hard.\"", "\"John, what are your duties if any?\"\n\n\n \"Automatic control. I helped to install it.\"\n\n\n \"Can you run this ship? How about the other two?\"", "the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward\n half by the instrument studded shield. I retraced my steps and took a\n rough estimate of size. The ship, as I called it, was at least four", "Viking, was all right until he moved. The weightless sensation made him\n violently sick. We put him back on the cot, securing him again with", "an infinitesimal point somewhere behind us on the galactic plane, and\n no one else was trained to navigate. The ship thundered to life as I", "I was past the rooms when the horn blasted through the corridor. I\n turned automatically with the sound, pushing against the rail, towards\n the control room. Deep in my mind I could see danger, and without", "I knew more of the puzzle. Something was wrong. After the first shock\n of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I" ], [ "I thought about the rest of the crew too. \"We're heading right for a\n star....\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "The second man, the dark haired one, opened his eyes and recognized us.\n He asked questions in rapid fire excitement. The third man, the tall", "David Corbin.", "searched each face without recognition. The blond man was Carl Herrick,\n a metallurgist. His lean face was white from his spell but he was\n better. Paul Sample was a biologist, John said. He was lithe and", "\"It's been dead ahead for hours,\" he grunted. I leaned over and threw\n the intercom to open. \"This is control. Listen ... everyone. I'm over\n it. Disregard the warning siren ... we were testing the ship.\"", "He hit his hands together. \"You fly it, sir. Can't you think?\"\n\n\n \"I'm trying. I know the ship is familiar, but I've looked it over.\n Maybe I'm trying too hard.\"", "Searching the ship made me forget my fear. I hoped I would find some\n answers. I went from the nose to the last bulkhead in a frenzy of", "\"Who is in charge of this ship?\" I asked.\n\n\n He tensed suddenly. \"You are, sir. Why?\"", "Viking, was all right until he moved. The weightless sensation made him\n violently sick. We put him back on the cot, securing him again with", "Carl caught my eye. \"Captain, we save this time without aging at all.\n It puts us near a calculated destination.\"\n\n\n \"We've lost our lifetime.\" It was Karen. She had been crying silently\n while we talked.", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "restless, with dark eyes that studied the rest of us. I looked at the\n girl. She was staring out of the ports, her hands pressed against the", "\"What about her. Why is she here?\" I asked my companion.\n\n\n He lifted the cover from the apparatus. \"She's the chemist in the crew.\"\n\n\n \"A girl?\"", "into the doors in the passageway and went back to the room with the\n portholes. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts,\n instruments, glittering equipment. There was no feeling of disorder or", "an infinitesimal point somewhere behind us on the galactic plane, and\n no one else was trained to navigate. The ship thundered to life as I", "John answered for me. \"First we've got to find out where we are. I know\n this ship but I can't fly it.\"", "\"John, what are your duties if any?\"\n\n\n \"Automatic control. I helped to install it.\"\n\n\n \"Can you run this ship? How about the other two?\"" ], [ "I stood by the man for long minutes. Finally it came. He stirred\n restlessly, closing his hands into fists. The deep chest rose and fell", "\"What—made you—think of that,\" I asked weakly.\n\n\n \"Shock treatment.\"\n\n\n \"I must have acted on instinct.\"", "\"I can't grasp it. How can we go very far in a lifetime?\"\n\n\n \"It can be done in two lifetimes,\" John said quietly.", "all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or\n the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I\n could stand it no longer.", "motion and stopped against a door at the end. Behind me I could see the\n opened door I had left, and the thought of that questioning voice made\n me want to move. I swung the door open, catching a glimpse of a room", "\"I don't have to tell you I was scared as hell. I wish you could have\n seen your face, the look in your eyes when I woke up.\"\n\n\n \"I wouldn't want to wake up like that again.\"", "The next room held another man. He was young and wiry, like an athlete\n cast in marble, dark haired and big jawed. A glassy eye stared up when", "looked right. It was then I realized the needle came to a spot where it\n could have hit my neck when I lay down. My shout of excitement rang out", "wanted him to understand. \"Look, I'm in trouble. Nothing fits, except\n my name.\"", "\"It's been dead ahead for hours,\" he grunted. I leaned over and threw\n the intercom to open. \"This is control. Listen ... everyone. I'm over\n it. Disregard the warning siren ... we were testing the ship.\"", "I rolled back his eyelid. The eyelid remained open until I closed it\n and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This", "I held my bruised hands to my mouth, and I knew that was all the\n message there was. In blind panic I pushed away from the panel.", "I went back to the cabin where the powerful man lay. I had to risk\n failure with one of them. I didn't want it to be the girl. I fought", "\"You did. Even for a sick man that was pretty fast,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"I can think again, John. I know who I am,\" I shouted. I threw my arms\n around his massive shoulders. \"You did it.\"", "was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"John did it. He hit the alarm figuring I would react. Listen, Paul. Is\n any one hurt?\"", "that mean ... in time ... in time. I went back down the passageway.\nThe fourth small room was the same. Except for the woman. She lay on a", "We were out of luck with the girl. She woke up and she was frightened.\n We questioned her and she was coherent but she couldn't remember. I\n tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking.", "The question frightened her. \"Should I? I feel so strange. Give me a\n minute to think.\"\n\n\n I let her sit up slowly. \"Do you know your name?\"", "\"Tell me what to do,\" I shouted wildly. I hammered the hard metal until\n the pain in my hands made me stop.\n\n\n \"I can't remember what to do.\"" ], [ "David Corbin.", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "searched each face without recognition. The blond man was Carl Herrick,\n a metallurgist. His lean face was white from his spell but he was\n better. Paul Sample was a biologist, John said. He was lithe and", "The next room held another man. He was young and wiry, like an athlete\n cast in marble, dark haired and big jawed. A glassy eye stared up when", "I stood by the man for long minutes. Finally it came. He stirred\n restlessly, closing his hands into fists. The deep chest rose and fell", "wanted him to understand. \"Look, I'm in trouble. Nothing fits, except\n my name.\"", "The second man, the dark haired one, opened his eyes and recognized us.\n He asked questions in rapid fire excitement. The third man, the tall", "The first swung back to reveal a deep closet holding five bulky suits.\n The second room was like my own. A dark haired, deep chested man lay on", "He let his breath out in a whistle. \"For God's sake. Any bump on your\n head?\"\n\n\n \"I feel all right physically. I just can't place enough.\"", "\"What—made you—think of that,\" I asked weakly.\n\n\n \"Shock treatment.\"\n\n\n \"I must have acted on instinct.\"", "motion and stopped against a door at the end. Behind me I could see the\n opened door I had left, and the thought of that questioning voice made\n me want to move. I swung the door open, catching a glimpse of a room", "all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or\n the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I\n could stand it no longer.", "I stared at my familiar hands. I rubbed them across my face, feeling\n the solidity of flesh and bone, afraid to think too hard about myself.\n\n\n \"My name ... my name is....\"", "CAPTAIN CHAOS\nBy D. ALLEN MORRISSEY\nScience equipped David Corbin with borrowed time;", "He shook his head, watching me like I was a freak. \"Let's check the\n rest right away.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. I've got to know if they are like me. I'm afraid to think they\n might be.\"", "\"You did. Even for a sick man that was pretty fast,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"I can think again, John. I know who I am,\" I shouted. I threw my arms\n around his massive shoulders. \"You did it.\"", "He shrugged at the question. \"Fine, I guess. Funny, I can't remember.\"\n\n\n He saw it in my face, making him stop. \"I can't remember dropping off\n to sleep,\" he finished." ], [ "He shrugged at the question. \"Fine, I guess. Funny, I can't remember.\"\n\n\n He saw it in my face, making him stop. \"I can't remember dropping off\n to sleep,\" he finished.", "I held his hard arm. \"What else? How much do you remember?\"\n\n\n \"I'm all right,\" he answered. \"There aren't supposed to be any effects\n from this.\"", "\"That had me wondering for a while. I don't know. Anyway how could you\n go about making her remember?\"\n\n\n \"Throw a crisis, some situation at her, I guess.\"", "\"You flew her from earth until we went into suspension,\" he said.\n\n\n \"I can't remember when,\" I said. I held the trembling girl against me,\n shaking my head.", "\"Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?\"", "\"What do you mean? What can't you remember?\" he asked. He stood up\n slowly, edging around towards the door. I didn't want to fight him. I", "We were out of luck with the girl. She woke up and she was frightened.\n We questioned her and she was coherent but she couldn't remember. I\n tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking.", "\"Can I?\" I asked.\nWe set up a temporary plan of action. Paul took Karen to the laboratory\n in an effort to help her remember her job. Carl went back to divide the\n rations.", "and chemicals, testing equipment in compact drawers, but nothing marked\n for me. I wondered if I was an engineer or a pilot, or perhaps a doctor\n sent along to safeguard the others. Complete amnesia would have been", "\"You said I had flown this ship. You meant before this suspension.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. That's why we can cross space to a near star.\"\n\n\n \"How long ago was it?\"", "The question frightened her. \"Should I? I feel so strange. Give me a\n minute to think.\"\n\n\n I let her sit up slowly. \"Do you know your name?\"", "I pressed the button by the cot. The red lights blinked out as I stood\n in patient attention, trying to outguess the voice. I recalled a\n phrase ... some words about precaution.\n\n\n Precaution against forgetting.", "I knew more of the puzzle. Something was wrong. After the first shock\n of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I", "\"Your name is David Corbin.\"", "\"How do you feel?\" I asked.\n\n\n Her face was a mask of wide-eyed fear as she shook her head.\n\n\n \"Can you remember?\"", "\"You did. Even for a sick man that was pretty fast,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"I can think again, John. I know who I am,\" I shouted. I threw my arms\n around his massive shoulders. \"You did it.\"", "\"Tell me what to do,\" I shouted wildly. I hammered the hard metal until\n the pain in my hands made me stop.\n\n\n \"I can't remember what to do.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "\"Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your\n right.\"", "\"You don't know me?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Are you serious?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, yes. I don't know why but it's happened.\"" ], [ "\"She's in the lab. I don't think that will do much good. She's got to\n be shocked out of a mental state like that.\"", "\"Can I?\" I asked.\nWe set up a temporary plan of action. Paul took Karen to the laboratory\n in an effort to help her remember her job. Carl went back to divide the\n rations.", "\"That had me wondering for a while. I don't know. Anyway how could you\n go about making her remember?\"\n\n\n \"Throw a crisis, some situation at her, I guess.\"", "The question frightened her. \"Should I? I feel so strange. Give me a\n minute to think.\"\n\n\n I let her sit up slowly. \"Do you know your name?\"", "Carl caught my eye. \"Captain, we save this time without aging at all.\n It puts us near a calculated destination.\"\n\n\n \"We've lost our lifetime.\" It was Karen. She had been crying silently\n while we talked.", "\"What about me?\"\n\n\n \"Thirty.\" He stared at the panel in thought for a minutes. \"What about\n shock treatment? It sounds risky.\"", "\"How do you feel?\" I asked.\n\n\n Her face was a mask of wide-eyed fear as she shook her head.\n\n\n \"Can you remember?\"", "that mean ... in time ... in time. I went back down the passageway.\nThe fourth small room was the same. Except for the woman. She lay on a", "\"I wish we knew. What about her—Dr. Thiesen?\"", "\"Dr. Thiesen is an expert, trained for this,\" he said.\n\n\n I looked at her. She looked anything but like a chemist.", "\"I guess you're right,\" he said slowly. \"She's trained to administer\n the suspension on the return trip.\"\n\n\n I let my breath out slowly. \"I didn't think about that.\"", "We were out of luck with the girl. She woke up and she was frightened.\n We questioned her and she was coherent but she couldn't remember. I\n tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking.", "all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or\n the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I\n could stand it no longer.", "\"What—made you—think of that,\" I asked weakly.\n\n\n \"Shock treatment.\"\n\n\n \"I must have acted on instinct.\"", "transparent break in the smooth wall. Karen Thiesen was a chemist, now\n frightened and trying to remember.", "\"No. Carl is here too. His stomach flopped again but he's okay. What\n about food. We're supposed to be checked before we eat.\"\n\n\n \"We'll have to go ahead without it. Any change?\"", "\"What's happened to me?\" she asked.\n\n\n The dark haired man came into the room, silent and watchful. My\n companion motioned to him. \"Get Carl and meet us in Control.\"", "\"Don't think about it,\" Paul said. \"We can still pull this out all\n right if you don't lose your nerve.\"\n\n\n \"What are we to do?\" she asked.", "\"I wish I knew what you were doing,\" I said savagely.\n\n\n \"Give it time.\"\n\n\n \"We can't spare any, can we?\" I asked.", "I rolled back his eyelid. The eyelid remained open until I closed it\n and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This" ], [ "\"John did it. He hit the alarm figuring I would react. Listen, Paul. Is\n any one hurt?\"", "\"It's been dead ahead for hours,\" he grunted. I leaned over and threw\n the intercom to open. \"This is control. Listen ... everyone. I'm over\n it. Disregard the warning siren ... we were testing the ship.\"", "We were out of luck with the girl. She woke up and she was frightened.\n We questioned her and she was coherent but she couldn't remember. I\n tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking.", "I was past the rooms when the horn blasted through the corridor. I\n turned automatically with the sound, pushing against the rail, towards\n the control room. Deep in my mind I could see danger, and without", "A flat, illogical voice had instructed me to revive these men. I\n shivered in spite of the warmth of the room, studying the black box", "The second man, the dark haired one, opened his eyes and recognized us.\n He asked questions in rapid fire excitement. The third man, the tall", "all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or\n the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I\n could stand it no longer.", "I stood by the man for long minutes. Finally it came. He stirred\n restlessly, closing his hands into fists. The deep chest rose and fell", "He held up his hand. \"We'd better wait, sir. Everything was supposed to\n be all right on this end. First you, then Carl, sick to his stomach.\"", "Back in the room where I had awakened, I touched the panel with the\n glowing eyes. It had asked me if I understood. Now it must tell me why", "questioning why I knew I had to be at Control when the sound knifed\n through the stillness. John was shouting as I thrust my way into the\n room.", "\"I don't have to tell you I was scared as hell. I wish you could have\n seen your face, the look in your eyes when I woke up.\"\n\n\n \"I wouldn't want to wake up like that again.\"", "\"I know. It's the only thing I could think of. Why didn't everyone\n react the same?\"", "The man looked at me and I nodded. \"We'll be there in a moment. I'm\n afraid we've got trouble.\"", "The voice snapped off and I laughed hysterically. None of it had made\n sense, and I cursed whatever madness had put me here.", "She tightened up in my arms. \"Yes. It's....\" She looked at us for help,\n frightened by the lack of clothing we wore, by the bleak room. Her eyes", "I held my bruised hands to my mouth, and I knew that was all the\n message there was. In blind panic I pushed away from the panel.", "body, found the wide strap that held me and fumbled with the buckle.\n I threw it off and pushed myself up from the hard cot. I heard myself\n yell in surprise as I floated up towards the light overhead.", "\"What's happened to me?\" she asked.\n\n\n The dark haired man came into the room, silent and watchful. My\n companion motioned to him. \"Get Carl and meet us in Control.\"", "I pressed the button by the cot. The red lights blinked out as I stood\n in patient attention, trying to outguess the voice. I recalled a\n phrase ... some words about precaution.\n\n\n Precaution against forgetting." ] ]

[ "Why did the first policeman smirk at Brian’s door?", "Why was the woman in Brian’s apartment?", "Why did Pete send the rebels to break Brian out of jail?", "What would have happened if Brian didn’t escape with Crystal?", "What advantage did the rebels have over the Venus Consolidated police?", "What is the meaning of “laconically” as used in this passage?", "What caused the avalanche of rocks in the cavern?", "What lesson did Brian learn from his experience?" ]

[ [ "He recognized Brian as the boss of Venus Consolidated Research Organization.", "He saw a woman in the bedroom.", "He was sorry for getting Brian out of the bathtub.", "He saw that Brian’s towel was open and not covering his body." ], [ "She was drawing his bath and cleaning his apartment.", "Pete set them up on a date.", "She was hiding from the police.", "She worked in his vitamin research lab." ], [ "Pete believed in the rebel cause.", "Pete felt bad since it was his fault Brian was in jail.", "Pete would do anything to help his boss.", "Brian told Pete that he wanted to get out of jail." ], [ "Brian would have given Pete extra work to punish him for the prank.", "Brian would have turned in Crystal and the rebels.", "The police would have thought Brian was working with the rebels.", "Brian would have continued his vitamin research." ], [ "Fast atmospheric ships", "Detailed knowledge of the area", "Secret supporters on the inside", "Stashes of weaponry in caves" ], [ "Elaborately", "Windy", "Concisely", "Deeply" ], [ "An atomite bomb.", "A chemical reaction with the ships’ exhaust.", "The vibrations of the advancing police.", "Vibrations from the ships’ exhaust." ], [ "That Serono Zeburzac was a rebel insider.", "That Venus Consolidated served the best interests of the planet.", "That the Venus Consolidated police weren’t honest.", "That the rebels built mines as escape routes from the police." ] ]

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[ [ "Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot\n been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now.", "\"Hello.\" The voice matched the calm alertness of a pair of deep-blue\n eyes. Brian just stared at her in numbed fascination. That was what the\n policeman had meant with his insinuating smirk.", "The door opened a little.\n\n\n \"Well, good-by now.\" The girl said sweetly. \"Remember me to the police\n force.\"", "Retaining the towel with one hand he inched the door cautiously open.\n\n\n \"What the devil—\" He stopped abruptly at the sight of a policeman's\n uniform.", "Brian clambered out of the ship and glanced at the glowing points\n in the rock where the police were cutting their way through outside", "\"Well, you can check out; I haven't got any blasted rebels in here.\"\n The policeman's face hardened, then relaxed knowingly.", "mouth all set for a withering barrage, but he didn't get a chance. Four\n police constables and a sergeant swarmed into the room, shoving him\n away from the door.", "Crystal screamed. \"Brian! There's more police cutting in around the\n entrance.\"", "\"Oh—I see,\" Brian said weakly and a few moments later he really did\n see. Two big, fast, green ships, carrying the insignia of the Venus\n Consolidated police, cruised suddenly out from a mountain air station.", "it and ripped away half a wing. It plunged down in flames with the\n white flowers of half a dozen parachutes blossoming around it. Brian\n watched in horror as the police ship came deliberately about. They", "\"Down this way, it's a short cut.\" Brian led the way to a heavily\n barred side door.", "The electric eye tripped a screaming alarm, but the broken key in\n Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They\n were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock\n jammed immovably behind them.", "Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around\n the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows", "Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back\n to the floor. The police ship was right on their tail. The girl gunned", "\"Douse those lights,\" she shouted. \"The police are outside.\"\n\n\n A tall, lean man with bulbous eyes and a face like a startled horse,\n rushed up to Crystal.", "Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was\n right! He had to get out now. He wouldn't be able to explain this away.\n\n\n \"Give me that key,\" he hissed and grabbed for it.", "Brian Hanson, Chief of Research for Venus Consolidated, as dignified as\n possible in a damp bathrobe, glared out through the bars at a slightly\n bewildered Pete Brent.", "\"This way,\" he snarled and took the lead. He knew the ground plan of\n this jail perfectly. He had a moment of wonder at the crazy spectacle", "Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles\n and was tying his feet up. He couldn't move. The door was jammed shut", "\"Well, what the dickens does he look like?\" Brian asked doubtfully.\n\n\n \"I don't know, but his left hand is missing. Dad did some good shooting\n before he died,\" she said grimly." ], [ "Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was\n right! He had to get out now. He wouldn't be able to explain this away.\n\n\n \"Give me that key,\" he hissed and grabbed for it.", "\"Hello.\" The voice matched the calm alertness of a pair of deep-blue\n eyes. Brian just stared at her in numbed fascination. That was what the\n policeman had meant with his insinuating smirk.", "\"Let's get away! I can smell them burning,\" she shuddered and covered\n her face with her hands.\n\n\n Brian grabbed her and shook her.", "The girl swung her legs out of bed and Brian blinked; she was fully\n dressed. The snug, zippered overall suit she wore did nothing to\n conceal the fact that she was a female. He wrapped his bathrobe\n austerely around him.", "Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot\n been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now.", "Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles\n and was tying his feet up. He couldn't move. The door was jammed shut", "Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back\n to the floor. The police ship was right on their tail. The girl gunned", "Brian was startled at the icy hardness of her voice.", "Sirens wailed. The alarm was out! The street suddenly burst into\n brilliance as the floodlights snapped on. Brian faltered to a stop and\n Crystal James pushed past him.", "Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a\n twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel", "Crystal screamed. \"Brian! There's more police cutting in around the\n entrance.\"", "\"Yes, you! If sending that damn blonde to my apartment and getting me\n arrested is your idea of a joke—\"", "\"Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?\" Brian demanded.\n\n\n \"Through that hole up there,\" the girl said matter-of-factly.", "\"What are we stopping here for?\" Brian demanded. \"We've got to get\n away.\"\n\n\n \"That's just what we're doing,\" Crystal snapped. \"Everybody out.\"", "Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around\n the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows", "Brian had had about enough. \"I'm not going anywhere to see anybody.\n Maybe you don't know who I am. You can't arrest me.\"", "\"She wuz in his bed when I seen her, sarge,\" one of the guards\n contributed. \"But she ain't there now.\"\n\n\n \"You don't think that I—\"", "\"Get out of here!\" he yelled and the door shut abruptly on a rippling\n burst of laughter. Damn women! It was getting so a man had to pack", "\"Down this way, it's a short cut.\" Brian led the way to a heavily\n barred side door.", "\"Where the dickens are we?\" Brian whispered hoarsely.\n\n\n \"Oh, you don't have to whisper, we're safe enough here. This is one of\n the air shafts leading down to the old mines.\"" ], [ "\"Somebody by the name of Pete Brent tipped us off that you were in\n trouble because of me. But don't worry, we're going to get you out.\"", "\"There's nothing to give away, you fool!\" Brian bellowed. \"I don't know\n anything about any damn rebels. All I want is to get out of here—\"", "The electric eye tripped a screaming alarm, but the broken key in\n Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They\n were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock\n jammed immovably behind them.", "Brian Hanson, Chief of Research for Venus Consolidated, as dignified as\n possible in a damp bathrobe, glared out through the bars at a slightly\n bewildered Pete Brent.", "\"Just ask for Myrtle.\" Pete Brent's joking words flashed back to him.\n Now he got it. This was probably the young fool's idea of a joke. He'd\n soon fix that.", "behind them, they'd have to surrender and there'd be no explaining\n this break. He started mentally cursing Pete Brent, when a projector", "Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant.\n That was the first sign of animation he had displayed all day.", "\"What are we stopping here for?\" Brian demanded. \"We've got to get\n away.\"\n\n\n \"That's just what we're doing,\" Crystal snapped. \"Everybody out.\"", "The rebels piled out and the cars pulled away to become innocuous parts\n of the traffic stream. The rebels seemed to know where they were going\n and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into\n the garage's repair pit.", "He started after her. Two surface transport vehicles waited around the\n corner. Brian and the rebels bundled into them and took away with a", "of himself, the fair-haired boy of Venus Consolidated, in his flapping\n bathrobe, leading a band of escaping rebels out of the company's best\n jail.", "\"Quit stallin', bud. You know who. That female rebel who was in here.\"\n\n\n \"Rebel? You're crazy! That was just ... Pete said ... rebel? Did you\n say rebel?\"", "He snapped two of the coigns off in the lock and went to work with the\n rest of the key. He had designed these escape-proof locks himself. In a\n few seconds the door swung open and they were fleeing silently down the\n jail corridor.", "with Pete. He'd appreciate it.\" He got the impression that the girl was\n struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his\n dignity any. He strode into the bathroom, slammed the door and climbed", "\"This way,\" he snarled and took the lead. He knew the ground plan of\n this jail perfectly. He had a moment of wonder at the crazy spectacle", "\"Gotcha, chief,\" Brent whispered understandingly. \"I'll see if I can\n pass the word along.\"\n\n\n \"Come here, you idiot!\" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant.", "\"The dirty, murdering rats!\" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of\n outrage. \"They didn't have a chance!\"", "a gun with him or something. And Pete Brent. He thought with grim\n satisfaction of the unending extra work that was going to occur around\n the laboratory from now on. He sank back into the soothing liquid", "Brian clambered out of the ship and glanced at the glowing points\n in the rock where the police were cutting their way through outside", "\"Down this way, it's a short cut.\" Brian led the way to a heavily\n barred side door." ], [ "\"What are we stopping here for?\" Brian demanded. \"We've got to get\n away.\"\n\n\n \"That's just what we're doing,\" Crystal snapped. \"Everybody out.\"", "Crystal screamed. \"Brian! There's more police cutting in around the\n entrance.\"", "Brian and Crystal struggled painfully to solid ground. Crystal gazed\n with a feeling of awe at the devastated mountainside.\n\n\n \"How did you do it?\"", "Huge boulders leaped and smashed through the matted bush around them.\n Crystal went down as the ground slipped from under her. Brian grabbed", "\"Let's get away! I can smell them burning,\" she shuddered and covered\n her face with her hands.\n\n\n Brian grabbed her and shook her.", "Sirens wailed. The alarm was out! The street suddenly burst into\n brilliance as the floodlights snapped on. Brian faltered to a stop and\n Crystal James pushed past him.", "Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was\n right! He had to get out now. He wouldn't be able to explain this away.\n\n\n \"Give me that key,\" he hissed and grabbed for it.", "\"Walk,\" Crystal said laconically. She led the way as they started\n scrambling through the jungle up the mountainside.\n\n\n \"Where are we heading for?\" Brian grunted as he struggled along.", "The rebels piled out and the cars pulled away to become innocuous parts\n of the traffic stream. The rebels seemed to know where they were going\n and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into\n the garage's repair pit.", "a dead silence. A score or more followed them without any attempt at\n concealment. Then Brian and Crystal cut loose with the drives of the\n two ships.", "\"That's what you think,\" Crystal snapped. \"McHague's legend got my\n father and he'll get all of us unless we run the whole company right\n off the planet.\"", "\"Run!\" Brian shoved her and they plunged madly through the thick tangle\n of jungle away from the slide.", "\"They got him!\" Crystal's voice was a moan. \"Oh, the fool, the fool!\"", "Crystal led the way as they fled down the escape tunnel. The roaring\n crash of falling rock was a continuous, increasing avalanche of sound\n in the cavern behind them.", "Crystal's answer was to yank the ship into a rocketing climb. The\n police were watching for that. The big ship roared up after them.\n\n\n \"Just follow along, suckers,\" Crystal invited grimly.", "\"Wait a minute, how do we get out of here?\" Brian demanded.\n\n\n \"Through that hole up there,\" the girl said matter-of-factly.", "An aërial torpedo exploded in front of the rebel ship. Crystal's face\n set in grim lines as she pulled the ship up in a screaming climb. Brian\n got up off the floor.", "\"The dirty, murdering rats!\" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of\n outrage. \"They didn't have a chance!\"", "The electric eye tripped a screaming alarm, but the broken key in\n Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They\n were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock\n jammed immovably behind them.", "\"You must be mistak—\" He slumped to the floor as Crystal threw the\n ship into a mad, rolling spin. A tremendous crash thundered close\n astern." ], [ "roar. The chase wasn't organized yet, and they soon lost themselves in\n the orderly rush of Venus City traffic.\nThe two carloads of rebels cruised nonchalantly past the Administration", "\"But, girl, they're just Venus Consolidated police. They haven't got\n any authority to shoot anyone.\"", "He heard there had been killings, but that was nonsense. Venus\n Consolidated police had only powers of arrest. Anything involving", "They're about the oldest family on Venus. Police have been after her\n for months; she's a rebel and she's sure been raising plenty of hell\n around here. She got in and blew out the main communications control", "\"Oh—I see,\" Brian said weakly and a few moments later he really did\n see. Two big, fast, green ships, carrying the insignia of the Venus\n Consolidated police, cruised suddenly out from a mountain air station.", "\"That's something you newcomers don't know anything about. This whole\n area was worked out long before Venus Consolidated came to the planet.\n These old tunnels run all under the city.\"", "The rebels piled out and the cars pulled away to become innocuous parts\n of the traffic stream. The rebels seemed to know where they were going\n and that gave them the edge on Brian. They followed Crystal down into\n the garage's repair pit.", "of himself, the fair-haired boy of Venus Consolidated, in his flapping\n bathrobe, leading a band of escaping rebels out of the company's best\n jail.", "down in a terminal velocity dive, heading for the safety of the lower\n valley mists. The heavier police ship, with its higher wing-loading,\n could not match the maneuver. The rebel craft plunged down through the", "He started after her. Two surface transport vehicles waited around the\n corner. Brian and the rebels bundled into them and took away with a", "\"You sound like the only good rebel left. We can try it, anyway.\"\nThey ran two ships out into the middle of the cavern, gunned them\n around and jockeyed them into position—not a moment too soon.", "The other rebels waited uncertainly, but not for long. There was the\n crescendoing roar of ships in a dive followed by the terrific crash of\n an explosion.", "He paused and let his eyes lift to the buildings that surrounded the\n compound. This was the administrative heart of Venus City. Out here,", "Half a dozen police showed in brief silhouette as they slipped\n cautiously into the cavern, guns ready, expecting resistance. They met", "Crystal's answer was to yank the ship into a rocketing climb. The\n police were watching for that. The big ship roared up after them.\n\n\n \"Just follow along, suckers,\" Crystal invited grimly.", "\"I should say not. Serono Zeburzac, head of McHague's secret police\n will be after us now. We won't be safe anywhere near Venus City.\"", "Brian almost got to his feet when another wild maneuver hurled him back\n to the floor. The police ship was right on their tail. The girl gunned", "\"Well, you can check out; I haven't got any blasted rebels in here.\"\n The policeman's face hardened, then relaxed knowingly.", "responsible for the prosperity of this vigorous, young world. Venus\n Consolidated had built up this city and practically everything else\n that amounted to anything on this planet. True, there had been others,", "beam slashed viciously by him. These guards weren't fooling! He heard\n a gasping grunt of pain as one of the rebels went down. They were\n shooting to kill." ], [ "\"Walk,\" Crystal said laconically. She led the way as they started\n scrambling through the jungle up the mountainside.\n\n\n \"Where are we heading for?\" Brian grunted as he struggled along.", "\"Don't get excited,\" Crystal told him in a dead, flat voice. \"That's\n just normal practice. If you'd stuck your nose out of your laboratory\n once in a while, you'd have heard of these things.\"", "in precisely seven minutes, four and four-fifths seconds. He undressed\n and climbed into the tub, relaxing luxuriously in the exhilaration of\n irradiated water.", "\"Lay off, you crazy apes!\" he yelled furiously, but the pounding\n continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp", "Hanson turned away from the door and froze in amazement. Through the\n open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as\n it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant", "Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs.\n\n\n \"Shut up and throw me my dressing gown.\" He gritted.", "with Pete. He'd appreciate it.\" He got the impression that the girl was\n struggling heroically to refrain from laughing and that didn't help his\n dignity any. He strode into the bathroom, slammed the door and climbed", "\"Well, what do you think?\" he burst out angrily. \"I'm going to finish\n my bath and I'd suggest you go down to the laboratory and hold hands", "\"I am, but you're not,\" Hanson told him grimly. \"Get your notes\n straightened up. Run those centrifuge tests and set up the still so we\n can get at that vitamin count early in the morning.\"", "that kept his body hard and resilient in spite of long hours spent in\n the laboratory. As he opened the door of his apartment he heard the\n water running into his bath. Perfect timing. He was making that walk", "\"Well, what the dickens does he look like?\" Brian asked doubtfully.\n\n\n \"I don't know, but his left hand is missing. Dad did some good shooting\n before he died,\" she said grimly.", "\"Get out of here!\" he yelled and the door shut abruptly on a rippling\n burst of laughter. Damn women! It was getting so a man had to pack", "Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot\n been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now.", "\"Well, you can check out; I haven't got any blasted rebels in here.\"\n The policeman's face hardened, then relaxed knowingly.", "He snapped two of the coigns off in the lock and went to work with the\n rest of the key. He had designed these escape-proof locks himself. In a\n few seconds the door swung open and they were fleeing silently down the\n jail corridor.", "Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant.\n That was the first sign of animation he had displayed all day.", "alone, he let his only known emotion sweep through him, pride. He had\n an important role in the building of this great new city. As head of\n the Venus Consolidated Research Organization, he was in large part", "\"Down this way, it's a short cut.\" Brian led the way to a heavily\n barred side door.", "mouth all set for a withering barrage, but he didn't get a chance. Four\n police constables and a sergeant swarmed into the room, shoving him\n away from the door.", "The door opened a little.\n\n\n \"Well, good-by now.\" The girl said sweetly. \"Remember me to the police\n force.\"" ], [ "Crystal led the way as they fled down the escape tunnel. The roaring\n crash of falling rock was a continuous, increasing avalanche of sound\n in the cavern behind them.", "They emerged from the tunnel on the face of the mountain, several\n hundred yards to the east of the cavern entrance. The ground shook and\n heaved beneath them.\n\n\n \"The whole side of the mountain's sliding,\" Crystal screamed.", "the line of the exhaust flames. The pulsating thunder in the cavern\n crescendoed to an intolerable pitch. A huge mass of stalactites crashed\n to the floor.", "The tunnel emerged in a huge cavern that gloomed darkly away in every\n direction. The towering, massive remains of old machinery, eroded and\n rotten with age crouched like ancient, watching skeletons.", "seemed to catch up to the other and built to an aching pulsation. In\n a moment the whole mass of air in the cavern hit the frequency with a\n subtle, intangible thunder of vibration.", "huge, brilliantly lighted cavern and settled to a perfect landing. Men\n came running. Crystal tumbled out of her ship.", "She fumbled in the darkness a moment, then a darker patch showed as\n a door swung open in the side of the pit. They filed into the solid", "\"Wait, you fool. They may not even have seen us.\" But he was gone,\n running toward a group of ships lined up at the end of the cavern.", "They crisped and twisted, cooked to scorched horrors before they\n fell. A burst of thick, greasy smoke rushed out of the cavern. Two of", "joined the roaring rush of the slide. They were tumbled irresistibly\n downward, riding the edge of the slide for terrifying minutes till\n it stilled and left them bruised and shaken in a tangle of torn", "\"You sound like the only good rebel left. We can try it, anyway.\"\nThey ran two ships out into the middle of the cavern, gunned them\n around and jockeyed them into position—not a moment too soon.", "Huge boulders leaped and smashed through the matted bush around them.\n Crystal went down as the ground slipped from under her. Brian grabbed", "Half a dozen police showed in brief silhouette as they slipped\n cautiously into the cavern, guns ready, expecting resistance. They met", "blackness after her and the door thudded shut. The beam of a torch\n stabbed through the darkness and they clambered precariously down a\n steep, steel stairway.", "\"Lay off, you crazy apes!\" he yelled furiously, but the pounding\n continued steadily. He struggled out of the bath, wrapped his damp", "\"We could slow them down some by swinging a couple of those ships\n around so their rocket exhausts sweep the entrance to the cavern,\"\n Brian suggested doubtfully. She looked at him steadily.", "\"You must be mistak—\" He slumped to the floor as Crystal threw the\n ship into a mad, rolling spin. A tremendous crash thundered close\n astern.", "The other rebels waited uncertainly, but not for long. There was the\n crescendoing roar of ships in a dive followed by the terrific crash of\n an explosion.", "\"It's a matter of harmonics,\" Brian explained. \"If you hit the right\n vibratory combination, you can shake anything down. But now that we've\n made a mess of the old homestead, what do we do?\"", "slide. The dust was settling away. A flock of brilliant blue, gliding\n lizards barking in raucous terror, fled down the valley. Then they were\n gone and the primeval silence settled back into place." ], [ "Brian felt as though something had kicked him in the stomach. She was\n right! He had to get out now. He wouldn't be able to explain this away.\n\n\n \"Give me that key,\" he hissed and grabbed for it.", "Brian struggled into a zippered overall suit as they followed a\n twisting, tortuous course for half an hour, switching from one tunnel", "Brian had had about enough. \"I'm not going anywhere to see anybody.\n Maybe you don't know who I am. You can't arrest me.\"", "Brian felt as though his stomach had fallen down around his ankles\n and was tying his feet up. He couldn't move. The door was jammed shut", "\"\nPhew!\n\" Brian gasped. \"Well, we got away that time. How in thunder\n can you do it?\"", "The sides of the gap rushed in on the tips of the stubby wings. Brian\n braced himself for the crash, but it didn't come. At the last possible", "\"Let's get away! I can smell them burning,\" she shuddered and covered\n her face with her hands.\n\n\n Brian grabbed her and shook her.", "\"Gotcha, chief,\" Brent whispered understandingly. \"I'll see if I can\n pass the word along.\"\n\n\n \"Come here, you idiot!\" Brian screamed after his erstwhile assistant.", "\"The dirty, murdering rats!\" Brian's voice ripped out in a fury of\n outrage. \"They didn't have a chance!\"", "the mountain while Brian struggled to get his internal economy back\n into some semblance of order.", "\"There's nothing to give away, you fool!\" Brian bellowed. \"I don't know\n anything about any damn rebels. All I want is to get out of here—\"", "Brian closed the door in puzzlement. What the devil had that flat-foot\n been smirking about? Well, maybe he could get his bath now.", "\"Oh—I see,\" Brian said weakly and a few moments later he really did\n see. Two big, fast, green ships, carrying the insignia of the Venus\n Consolidated police, cruised suddenly out from a mountain air station.", "\"What are we stopping here for?\" Brian demanded. \"We've got to get\n away.\"\n\n\n \"That's just what we're doing,\" Crystal snapped. \"Everybody out.\"", "\"Run!\" Brian shoved her and they plunged madly through the thick tangle\n of jungle away from the slide.", "Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around\n the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Swift shadows", "\"Pipe down there, bud,\" a guard's voice cut in chillingly.\n\n\n Brian retired to his cell bunk and clutched his aching head in\n frustrated fury.", "it and ripped away half a wing. It plunged down in flames with the\n white flowers of half a dozen parachutes blossoming around it. Brian\n watched in horror as the police ship came deliberately about. They", "Brian and Crystal struggled painfully to solid ground. Crystal gazed\n with a feeling of awe at the devastated mountainside.\n\n\n \"How did you do it?\"", "\"Well, what the dickens does he look like?\" Brian asked doubtfully.\n\n\n \"I don't know, but his left hand is missing. Dad did some good shooting\n before he died,\" she said grimly." ] ]

[ "Where did Mia grow up?", "What is the Trial?", "What happened to Earth?", "What is the name of the first person to talk to Mia on Tintera?", "What is NOT a reason that Mia pulled out her pistol the first time?", "What did Mia have for siblings?", "Why did Mia begin to feel defeated and tired?", "What DIDN'T Mia learn at the campsite she located?" ]

[ [ "Earth", "a space ship", "Tintera", "The Third Level" ], [ "your chance to find a suitable partner", "your first flight away from Earth", "proving your ability to survive on your own", "defending your right to have children" ], [ "People divided into small, vicious colonies", "Overpopulation caused a war", "People discovered more planets and chose to move", "Everyone chose to live in space" ], [ "Jimmy", "Ninc", "Horst", "Losel" ], [ "She felt threatened by the group of men", "They made her feel uncomfortable", "She couldn't see all of the men at the same time", "Someone was about to pull a gun on her" ], [ "a brother and a sister", "no siblings", "two sisters", "one brother" ], [ "She was out of food", "She'd been riding for over a week", "She missed her family", "She didn't understand the planet she was dropped in" ], [ "Why the ship flew over her head", "People grow old and gray on this planet", "The Trial kids weren't welcome on Tintera", "Horst keeps his animals in the pen" ] ]

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[ [ "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "had two or three brothers and sisters, but it didn't strike me until\n that moment that it wouldn't even seem out of the ordinary to these\n kids. Isn't that horrible?", "Don't think I was helpless. I'm hell on wheels. They don't let us grow\n for fourteen years and then kick us out to die. They prepare us. They", "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "kids because they never tell you anything about the place they're going\n to drop you. All I knew was the name. I wouldn't have known that much\n if Daddy weren't Chairman of the Council.", "nice little girl, and to get rid of the kid, she sent her on a phony\n errand into the deep dark woods at nightfall. I could appreciate the", "About the time I finished eating, and before it grew dark, the old man\n I had seen earlier in the day drove his wagon in. He fascinated me. He\n had white hair, something I had read about in stories but had never\n seen before.", "When I was nine, my Daddy gave me a painted wooden doll that my\n great-grandmother brought from Earth. The thing is that inside it,", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "The old man had just finished and they were starting to drag the kids\n off to bed when there was a commotion on the road at the edge of the", "We have a place in the Ship like that—the Third Level—but it's only a\n thousand square miles and any time it gets on your nerves you can go up\n a level or down a level and be back in civilization.", "Venie Morlock has got a crush on Jimmy D., and when she saw me start\n getting ready to go, she began to check her gear, too. At our next", "I rode slowly in, looking all around, missing nothing. The town was all\n stone, wood and brick. Out of date. Out of time, really. There were", "It was about an old witch named Baba Yaga who lived in the forest in\n a house that stood on chicken legs. She was the nasty stepmother of a", "I set up camp and ate my dinner. In the wagon closest to me were a man,\n his wife and their three children. The kids were running around and", "But that wasn't what bothered me. It was the kids. My God! They\n swarmed. I saw a family come out of a house—a father and\nfour", "I came on my first travelers three hours later. I rounded a tree-lined\n bend, ducking an overhanging branch, and pulled Ninc to a stop. There\n were five men on horseback herding a bunch of the ugliest creatures\n alive.", "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "Horst and his buddies assumed I was a boy. It wasn't flattering; but\n I decided I'd not tell anybody different until I found what made the\n clocks tick on this planet.", "telling this. I'm short, dark and scrawny, though I don't expect that\n scrawniness to last much longer. Mother is very good looking. In the" ], [ "The planet chosen for our Trial was called Tintera. The last contact\n the Ship had had with it—and we were the ones who dropped them—was", "\"The courts won't let you get away with this,\" I said. I'd passed\n a courthouse in the town with a carved motto over the doors: EQUAL", "reached each other, but I kept going. He had to come around and follow\n me. I believe in judging a person by his face. A man can't help the", "I had a good month for Trial. My birthday is in November—too close to\n Year End Holiday for my taste, but this year it was all right. It was", "face he owns, but he can help the expression he wears on it. If a man\n looks mean, I generally believe that he is. This one looked mean. That\n was why I kept riding.", "Don't think I was helpless. I'm hell on wheels. They don't let us grow\n for fourteen years and then kick us out to die. They prepare us. They", "I put this episode in the \"file and hold for analysis\" section in my\n mind and rode on, feeling good. I think I even giggled once. Sometimes\n I even convince myself that I'm hell on wheels.\nIII", "When we reached Tintera, they started dropping us. We swung over the\n sea from the morning side and then dropped low over gray-green forested", "the Ship. There's sense behind it. It means that everybody on the Ship\n is a person who can take care of himself if he has to. Daddy says that\n something has to be done in a closed society to keep the population", "\"Boy, boy. Don't talk about the courts. I be doing you a favor. I be\n taking what I can use of your gear, but I be letting you go. You go to", "I came on my first travelers three hours later. I rounded a tree-lined\n bend, ducking an overhanging branch, and pulled Ninc to a stop. There\n were five men on horseback herding a bunch of the ugliest creatures\n alive.", "to do if he pleased. He examined his hand. There was enough moonlight\n for that. \"I ought to club you anyway,\" he said.", "For the first time since I landed on Tintera, I felt\nreally\nfrightened. There was too much going on that I didn't understand. I", "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "About the time I finished eating, and before it grew dark, the old man\n I had seen earlier in the day drove his wagon in. He fascinated me. He\n had white hair, something I had read about in stories but had never\n seen before.", "\"Every time you open your mouth you shout that you be off one of the\n Ships,\" Horst said. \"That be enough. They already have one of you brats\n in jail in Forton.\"", "When nightfall came, they started a large fire. Everybody gathered\n around. There was singing for awhile, and then the father of the", "\"Where be you from?\" he asked.\n\n\n I pointed to the road behind us.\n\n\n \"And where be you going?\"\n\n\n I pointed ahead. No other way to go.", "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "them now.\" I dug my heels into Ninc's sides and rode on. At the next\n bend I looked back and saw four of them holding their packhorses and" ], [ "But, no. They bred and they spread and they devoured everything in\n their path like a cancer. They gobbled up all the resources that Earth\n had and crowded and shoved one another until the final war came.", "The planet chosen for our Trial was called Tintera. The last contact\n the Ship had had with it—and we were the ones who dropped them—was", "What happened before, when people didn't use their heads and wound up\n blowing the Solar System apart, is something nobody should forget. The\n older people don't let us forget. But these people had, and that the\n Council should know.", "almost 150 years ago. No contact since. That had made the Council\n debate a little before they dropped us there, but they decided it was\n all right in the end. It didn't make any practical difference to us", "closed my eyes until it passed.\nThe first thing you learn in school is that if it weren't for idiot and\n criminal people like these, Earth would never have been destroyed. The", "actual dropping, the idea originated with the whole evac plan back on\n Earth. Considering how short a time it was in which the colonies were\n established, there was not time to set up industry, so they had to have", "When I was nine, my Daddy gave me a painted wooden doll that my\n great-grandmother brought from Earth. The thing is that inside it,", "It's no game we play. When we turn fourteen, they drop us on the\n nearest colonized planet and come back one month later. That may sound\n like fun to you, but a lot of us never come back alive.", "been on enough to know that. A planet is all right for a Mud-eater, but\n not for me.", "The first of the Great Ships was finished in 2025. One of the eight,\n as well as the two that were being built then, went up with everything", "else in the Solar System in 2041. In that sixteen years 112 colonies\n were planted. I don't know how many of those planets had animals that\ncould", "evacuation would never have had to take place, and eight billion people\n wouldn't have died. There wouldn't have\nbeen\neight billion people.", "We have a place in the Ship like that—the Third Level—but it's only a\n thousand square miles and any time it gets on your nerves you can go up\n a level or down a level and be back in civilization.", "DOWN TO THE WORLDS OF MEN\nBY ALEXEI PANSHIN\nThe ancient rule was sink or swim—swim\n\n in the miasma of a planet without", "because I never believed that I wouldn't. The thought that made me\n unhappy was that I would have to be on a planet for a whole month.\n Planets make me feel wretched.", "starting to ripple the tree leaves, I saw the scoutship high in the\n sky. The dying sun colored it a deep red. Back again? I wondered what\n had gone wrong.", "we wouldn't tell these Mud-eaters how, a scoutship is something that\n takes an advanced technology to build.\nI felt defeated and tired. Not much farther along the road, I came to", "I rode in a spiral search pattern during the next two days. I had three\n things in mind—stay alive, find people and find some of the others.", "everybody here spoke the same way. I'd never heard International\n English spoken any way but one, even on the planet Daddy made me visit\n with him.", "For the first time since I landed on Tintera, I felt\nreally\nfrightened. There was too much going on that I didn't understand. I" ], [ "For the first time since I landed on Tintera, I felt\nreally\nfrightened. There was too much going on that I didn't understand. I", "The planet chosen for our Trial was called Tintera. The last contact\n the Ship had had with it—and we were the ones who dropped them—was", "When we reached Tintera, they started dropping us. We swung over the\n sea from the morning side and then dropped low over gray-green forested", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "spring on Tintera, but it was December in the Ship, and after we got\n back we had five days of Holiday to celebrate. It gave me something to\n look forward to.", "I came on my first travelers three hours later. I rounded a tree-lined\n bend, ducking an overhanging branch, and pulled Ninc to a stop. There\n were five men on horseback herding a bunch of the ugliest creatures\n alive.", "reached each other, but I kept going. He had to come around and follow\n me. I believe in judging a person by his face. A man can't help the", "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "\"Well, well. Horst, look who we have here,\" he called. It was the one\n who'd made the joke about me being beneath the notice of a Losel. He", "\"Every time you open your mouth you shout that you be off one of the\n Ships,\" Horst said. \"That be enough. They already have one of you brats\n in jail in Forton.\"", "nobody bothered to laugh at, and then we were all silent. I was feeling\n lost and just beginning to enjoy it when Jimmy Dentremont came over to", "The first night was hell, I guess because I'm not used to having the\n lights out. That's when you really start to feel lonely, being alone in", "About the time I finished eating, and before it grew dark, the old man\n I had seen earlier in the day drove his wagon in. He fascinated me. He\n had white hair, something I had read about in stories but had never\n seen before.", "When we were behind the pen and out of earshot of the fire, he stopped\n dragging me and dropped me in a heap. \"Make any noise,\" he said, \"and\n I'll hurt you.\"", "\"Shut up,\" I said, in as mean a voice as I could muster, and he did. It\n surprised me. I didn't think I sounded\nthat\nmean. I decided he just\n didn't trust the crazy kid not to shoot.", "It's no game we play. When we turn fourteen, they drop us on the\n nearest colonized planet and come back one month later. That may sound\n like fun to you, but a lot of us never come back alive.", "I waited. Then suddenly my arm was hit a numbing blow from behind\n and the gun went flying. Jack pounced after it and Horst said, \"Good\n enough,\" to the others who'd come up behind me.", "Don't think I was helpless. I'm hell on wheels. They don't let us grow\n for fourteen years and then kick us out to die. They prepare us. They", "The other one didn't move. \"Get going, Jack,\" Horst said in a menacing\n tone and they stood toe to toe for a long moment before Jack finally" ], [ "But I wasn't done yet. I was scared, but I still had the pistol under\n my jacket.\n\n\n Horst turned back to me and I said, \"You can't do this and get away\n with it.\"", "I whipped my sonic pistol out so fast that he was caught leaning over\n with the rifle half out. His jaw dropped. He knew what I held and he\n didn't want to be fried.", "and reached inside my jacket for my gun. Somebody grabbed me then from\n behind and pinned my arms to my side.", "Then he said, \"Pull a gun on me twice. Twice.\" He slapped me so hard\n that my ears rang. \"You dirty little punk.\"\n\n\n I said calmly, \"You big louse.\"", "\"Shut up,\" I said, in as mean a voice as I could muster, and he did. It\n surprised me. I didn't think I sounded\nthat\nmean. I decided he just\n didn't trust the crazy kid not to shoot.", "\"Why would they be doing that?\" I asked. I slipped my hand under my\n jacket.", "I waited. Then suddenly my arm was hit a numbing blow from behind\n and the gun went flying. Jack pounced after it and Horst said, \"Good\n enough,\" to the others who'd come up behind me.", "What the man did then surprised me. He said, \"I do think so,\" and\n reached for the rifle in his saddle boot.", "to do if he pleased. He examined his hand. There was enough moonlight\n for that. \"I ought to club you anyway,\" he said.", "Horst looked at it, then handed it back. \"Throw it away,\" he said.\n\n\n I leveled my gun at them—Hell on Wheels strikes again! I said, \"Hand\n that over to me.\"", "landing, I grabbed Ninc's reins and cut Venie out smoothly. It didn't\n have anything to do with Jimmy. I just couldn't stand to put off the\n bad moment any longer.", "When we were behind the pen and out of earshot of the fire, he stopped\n dragging me and dropped me in a heap. \"Make any noise,\" he said, \"and\n I'll hurt you.\"", "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "That was a silly way to put it, but somehow it said more than if he'd\n threatened to break my arm or my head. It left him a latitude of things", "Venie Morlock has got a crush on Jimmy D., and when she saw me start\n getting ready to go, she began to check her gear, too. At our next", "I put this episode in the \"file and hold for analysis\" section in my\n mind and rode on, feeling good. I think I even giggled once. Sometimes\n I even convince myself that I'm hell on wheels.\nIII", "The other one didn't move. \"Get going, Jack,\" Horst said in a menacing\n tone and they stood toe to toe for a long moment before Jack finally", "I started Ninc up again and moved slowly to catch up with them. All the\n men on horseback had guns in saddle boots. They looked as nervous as", "I was about to bring my gun out when up came Jack leading Ninc, with\n all my stuff loaded on. I mentally thanked him.", "nice little girl, and to get rid of the kid, she sent her on a phony\n errand into the deep dark woods at nightfall. I could appreciate the" ], [ "had two or three brothers and sisters, but it didn't strike me until\n that moment that it wouldn't even seem out of the ordinary to these\n kids. Isn't that horrible?", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "The old man had just finished and they were starting to drag the kids\n off to bed when there was a commotion on the road at the edge of the", "But that wasn't what bothered me. It was the kids. My God! They\n swarmed. I saw a family come out of a house—a father and\nfour", "I set up camp and ate my dinner. In the wagon closest to me were a man,\n his wife and their three children. The kids were running around and", "Venie Morlock has got a crush on Jimmy D., and when she saw me start\n getting ready to go, she began to check her gear, too. At our next", "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "When nightfall came, they started a large fire. Everybody gathered\n around. There was singing for awhile, and then the father of the", "There were sixteen of us girls and thirteen boys. We took our places\n in the seats in the center of the scout. Riggy Allen made a joke that", "The other one didn't move. \"Get going, Jack,\" Horst said in a menacing\n tone and they stood toe to toe for a long moment before Jack finally", "The kids weren't to blame for their parents, but when one of them said\n hello to me, I didn't even answer. I know how lousy I would feel if I", "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "Don't think I was helpless. I'm hell on wheels. They don't let us grow\n for fourteen years and then kick us out to die. They prepare us. They", "nice little girl, and to get rid of the kid, she sent her on a phony\n errand into the deep dark woods at nightfall. I could appreciate the", "When I was nine, my Daddy gave me a painted wooden doll that my\n great-grandmother brought from Earth. The thing is that inside it,", "nobody bothered to laugh at, and then we were all silent. I was feeling\n lost and just beginning to enjoy it when Jimmy Dentremont came over to", "It was about an old witch named Baba Yaga who lived in the forest in\n a house that stood on chicken legs. She was the nasty stepmother of a", "I started Ninc up again and moved slowly to catch up with them. All the\n men on horseback had guns in saddle boots. They looked as nervous as", "\"Well, well. Horst, look who we have here,\" he called. It was the one\n who'd made the joke about me being beneath the notice of a Losel. He" ], [ "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "we wouldn't tell these Mud-eaters how, a scoutship is something that\n takes an advanced technology to build.\nI felt defeated and tired. Not much farther along the road, I came to", "I felt like crawling in a corner of the ship and crying, but nobody\n else was breaking down, so I didn't. I did feel miserable. I cried when", "I'd had two bad shocks on this day, but they weren't the last. In the\n late afternoon, when the sun was starting to sink and a cool wind was", "nobody bothered to laugh at, and then we were all silent. I was feeling\n lost and just beginning to enjoy it when Jimmy Dentremont came over to", "The first night was hell, I guess because I'm not used to having the\n lights out. That's when you really start to feel lonely, being alone in", "He said what I expected. \"Mia, do you want to go partners if we can get\n together when we get down?\"", "My name is Mia Havero. I'm fourteen, of course, or I wouldn't be", "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "When we were behind the pen and out of earshot of the fire, he stopped\n dragging me and dropped me in a heap. \"Make any noise,\" he said, \"and\n I'll hurt you.\"", "Don't think I was helpless. I'm hell on wheels. They don't let us grow\n for fourteen years and then kick us out to die. They prepare us. They", "Venie Morlock has got a crush on Jimmy D., and when she saw me start\n getting ready to go, she began to check her gear, too. At our next", "For the first time since I landed on Tintera, I felt\nreally\nfrightened. There was too much going on that I didn't understand. I", "The old man had just finished and they were starting to drag the kids\n off to bed when there was a commotion on the road at the edge of the", "because I never believed that I wouldn't. The thought that made me\n unhappy was that I would have to be on a planet for a whole month.\n Planets make me feel wretched.", "reached each other, but I kept going. He had to come around and follow\n me. I believe in judging a person by his face. A man can't help the", "He seemed exasperated. I have that effect sometimes. Even on Mother and\n Daddy, who should know better.", "I waited. Then suddenly my arm was hit a numbing blow from behind\n and the gun went flying. Jack pounced after it and Horst said, \"Good\n enough,\" to the others who'd come up behind me.", "I looked down at the plodding, unhappy creatures they were driving\n along and one looked back at me with dull, expressionless golden eyes.\n I felt uncomfortable.\n\n\n I said, \"I don't think so.\"", "About the time I finished eating, and before it grew dark, the old man\n I had seen earlier in the day drove his wagon in. He fascinated me. He\n had white hair, something I had read about in stories but had never\n seen before." ], [ "On the third day, I found the road. I brought Ninc down off the\n hillside, losing sight of the road in the trees, and then reaching", "camp. I looked but my eyes were adjusted to the light of the fire and I\n couldn't see far into the dark.", "camp out, as nasty as that would be. The third was to join forces,\n though not with that meatball Jimmy D.", "a campsite with two wagons pulled in for the night, and I couldn't\n help but pull in myself. The campsite was large and had two permanent", "I set up camp and ate my dinner. In the wagon closest to me were a man,\n his wife and their three children. The kids were running around and", "Horst growled a retort. I decided that it was time for me to leave the\n campfire. I got up and eased away as Horst and his men came up to the", "fire, and cut back to where Ninc was parked. I grabbed up my blankets\n and mattress and started to roll them up. I had a pretty good idea now\n what they used the high-walled pen for.", "nice little girl, and to get rid of the kid, she sent her on a phony\n errand into the deep dark woods at nightfall. I could appreciate the", "I rode in a spiral search pattern during the next two days. I had three\n things in mind—stay alive, find people and find some of the others.", "we wouldn't tell these Mud-eaters how, a scoutship is something that\n takes an advanced technology to build.\nI felt defeated and tired. Not much farther along the road, I came to", "When nightfall came, they started a large fire. Everybody gathered\n around. There was singing for awhile, and then the father of the", "When we reached Tintera, they started dropping us. We swung over the\n sea from the morning side and then dropped low over gray-green forested", "them now.\" I dug my heels into Ninc's sides and rode on. At the next\n bend I looked back and saw four of them holding their packhorses and", "When we were behind the pen and out of earshot of the fire, he stopped\n dragging me and dropped me in a heap. \"Make any noise,\" he said, \"and\n I'll hurt you.\"", "I should have known that they would have to pen the animals up for the\n night. I should have used my head. I hadn't and now it was time to take\n leave.", "accent, and sitting there in the campfire light surrounded by darkness,\n it seemed just right.", "By the time I came out on the other side, I was sick. My hands were\n cold and sweaty and my head was spinning, and I wanted to kick Ninc to\n a gallop.", "He said, \"What be you doing out here, boy? Be you out of your head?\n There be escaped Losels in these woods.\"", "Venie Morlock has got a crush on Jimmy D., and when she saw me start\n getting ready to go, she began to check her gear, too. At our next", "The first night was hell, I guess because I'm not used to having the\n lights out. That's when you really start to feel lonely, being alone in" ] ]

[ "What shocked Myles the most when he woke up on the beach?", "What was most often on Myles's mind during his time away?", "How did Doggo feel about their plan?", "Why did Yuri go back to Cupia?" ]

[ [ "Enemies arrived that he believed to be dead.", "He was on Venus instead of Mars.", "He realized Prince Yuri was alive.", "He knew he'd been dreaming." ], [ "Doggo ", "His friends on Earth", "Lilla", "Revenge" ], [ "Hesitant for it to happen so soon", "Reluctant at first but then confident", "Worried for the queen", "He trusted Myles, so he knew it would work" ], [ "He was in love with Lilla", "He wanted to rule both lands", "He was afraid of Myles", "He deserted New Formia" ] ]

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[ [ "How long his unconsciousness lasted he knew not. He\n was some time in regaining his senses. But when he had\n finally and fully recovered, he found himself lying on a\n sandy beach beside a calm and placid lake beneath a silver\n sky.", "alone. By the agitation of the beast’s antennae the earth\n man could see that it was talking to him. But Myles no\n longer possessed the wonderful electrical headset which he", "As he stood thus expectant, Myles realized that his present\n position and condition, the surrounding scenery, and the advance", "a negative with one of his forepaws. It was evident that\n there were no writing materials aboard the ship. Myles\n would have to wait until they reached their landing place;", "Myles sprang to his feet. To his intense surprise, he found\n that the effort threw him quite a distance into the air. Instantly", "Then the accused was asked if he wished to say anything\n in his own behalf. Myles rose, then shrugged his shoulders,\n sat down again, and wrote: “I fully realize the futility of\n making an argument through the antennae of another.”", "And that is all that Myles learned of the conversation,\n for his interpreter at this juncture stopped writing and\n obeyed the queen. The earth-man was free!", "So he picked up two sticks from the beach, and held\n them projecting from his forehead; then threw them to the\n ground with a grimace of disgust and pointed to his ears.", "When Myles had somewhat recovered from his astonishment,\n he warmly congratulated his friend by patting him\n on the side of the head, as is the Porovian custom.", "10\n\n But his speculations were cut short by the alighting of the\n plane a hundred yards down the beach.", "“Why don’t you?” Myles wrote. It seemed to him to be\n a bully good idea, and incidentally a solution of his own\n difficulties.", "Doggo understood, and scratched with his paw in Cupian\n shorthand on the silver sands the message: “Myles Cabot,\n you are our prisoner.”", "“What, again?” scratched Myles, then made a sign of\n submission.\n\n11", "When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he\n in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had", "Seizing one of the pikes which supported the scarlet\n canopy, Myles wrenched it loose and drove it into the thorax\n of Barth. In another instant the earth-man and Doggo stood\n beside the queen.", "8\n\n A look of incredulity spread over their faces. Again came\n the same message, and again I repeated it.", "required. As he completed each sheet he passed it over to\n Myles, who read as follows:", "failed to return, we sent out scout planes to search for\n him, and we have been hunting ever since. When we\n sighted you on the beach this morning we thought that", "“Only one—myself.”\n\n\n And again Doggo tore up the correspondence.\n\n\n Myles tactfully changed the subject.", "It hardly seemed possible! Night before last he had slept\n peacefully on a conventional feather-bed in a little New\n England farmhouse. Then had come the S O S message" ], [ "As he stood thus expectant, Myles realized that his present\n position and condition, the surrounding scenery, and the advance", "alone. By the agitation of the beast’s antennae the earth\n man could see that it was talking to him. But Myles no\n longer possessed the wonderful electrical headset which he", "a negative with one of his forepaws. It was evident that\n there were no writing materials aboard the ship. Myles\n would have to wait until they reached their landing place;", "“Why don’t you?” Myles wrote. It seemed to him to be\n a bully good idea, and incidentally a solution of his own\n difficulties.", "During the meal conversation lagged, owing to the difficulty\n of writing and eating at the same time. But now\n Myles Cabot seized his pad and stylus and wrote:", "of the first part of his adventures on Venus. Some further\n adventures Myles had told me in person during his stay\n on my farm.", "Then the accused was asked if he wished to say anything\n in his own behalf. Myles rose, then shrugged his shoulders,\n sat down again, and wrote: “I fully realize the futility of\n making an argument through the antennae of another.”", "When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he\n in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had", "And that is all that Myles learned of the conversation,\n for his interpreter at this juncture stopped writing and\n obeyed the queen. The earth-man was free!", "“Only one—myself.”\n\n\n And again Doggo tore up the correspondence.\n\n\n Myles tactfully changed the subject.", "But while he was trying to catch this vaguely elusive\n train of thought, his attention was diverted by the fact that,", "required. As he completed each sheet he passed it over to\n Myles, who read as follows:", "During the weeks that followed there was recorded\n Myles’s own account of the amazing adventures on the planet\n Venus (or Poros, as its own inhabitants call it,)", "He wondered what could have happened in Cupia since\n his departure, only a few sangths ago. How was it that", "“What, again?” scratched Myles, then made a sign of\n submission.\n\n11", "Wisely he refrained from mentioning the “S O S” message\n from Lilla. But his recollection of her predicament\n spurred him to be anxious about her rescue.", "“Supporters of Yuri still remained among the Cupians,\n and he has been in constant communication with these ever\n since shortly after our arrival here. From them he learned\n of the return of Myles Cabot to the planet Minos.", "to announce this until we were sure, for we feared that\n some of our own people would regard his departure as\n desertion. Yet who can blame him for returning to his father-land", "Myles sprang to his feet. To his intense surprise, he found\n that the effort threw him quite a distance into the air. Instantly", "Turning to Doggo, Myles extended his left palm, and\n made a motion as though writing on it with the thumb\n and forefinger of his right hand. But the ant-man waved" ], [ "This time, as he tore up the correspondence, Doggo\n signified an affirmative. And thus there resulted further\n correspondence.\n\n17", "The other three ants kept away from him as Doggo led\n him to the beached airplane, and soon they were scudding\n along beneath silver skies, northward as it later turned out.", "With a sweep of his paw, Doggo indicated that this was\n to be Cabot’s quarters. Then, with another wave, he", "Doggo’s reply astounded him.", "For page after page Doggo, the ant-man, related the\n harrowing details of that perilous flight across the boiling\n seas, ending with the words:", "Then he passed the paper and stylus over to his old\n friend Doggo. They were alone together at last.", "“Doggo,” Myles wrote, “can you get to the antenna of\n the queen?”\n\n\n The ant-man indicated that he could.", "Doggo then rang a soundless bell, which was answered\n by a worker ant, whom he inaudibly directed to bring", "To which the messenger added: “And he offers to give us\n back our own old country, if we too will return across the\n boiling seas again.”\n\n\n “It is a lie!” Doggo shouted.", "“Only one—myself.”\n\n\n And again Doggo tore up the correspondence.\n\n\n Myles tactfully changed the subject.", "Doggo understood, and scratched with his paw in Cupian\n shorthand on the silver sands the message: “Myles Cabot,\n you are our prisoner.”", "Turning to Doggo, Myles extended his left palm, and\n made a motion as though writing on it with the thumb\n and forefinger of his right hand. But the ant-man waved", "Doggo did not show up until nearly noon, when he\n rattled in, bristling with excitement.", "“Then,” Myles wrote, “let us make your daughter queen\n in fact as well as in name.”\n\n\n “It is treason,” Doggo wrote in reply, but this time he\n did not tear up the correspondence.", "But Doggo wrote in horror, “It would be treason!” Then\n tore up all the correspondence. It is difficult to inculcate the\n thought of independence in the mind of one reared in an\n autocracy.", "“Doggo,” he wrote, “this ought to constitute you a person\n of some importance among the Formians.”", "“Have you ever known me to be untrue to a principle,\n a cause, or a friend?”\n\n\n “No,” Doggo replied.", "And then events began to differ from those of the past;\n for the three other Formians halted, and Doggo advanced", "of the ant-men were exactly, item for item, like the\n opening events of his first arrival on the planet Poros. He\n even recognized one of the ant-men as old Doggo, who had", "“All right,” Doggo wrote, and the conference was at an\n end. The morrow would decide the ascendancy of Myles\n Cabot or the Prince Yuri over the new continent.\nIV" ], [ "“Then Yuri disappeared. Those of us who were closest\n to him suspected that he had gone back across the boiling\n seas to claim as his own the throne of Cupia. But we hesitated", "thus had escaped the general extermination of their race.\n In either event, how had they been able to reconquer\n Cupia? And where was their former leader, Yuri, the renegade", "This was Cupia, his Cupia. He was home once more,\n back again upon the planet which held all that was dear\n to him in two worlds.", "“Supporters of Yuri still remained among the Cupians,\n and he has been in constant communication with these ever\n since shortly after our arrival here. From them he learned\n of the return of Myles Cabot to the planet Minos.", "The messenger: “Yuri lives and reigns over Cupia. It is his\n command that Cabot die.”", "exterminated? What part of Cupia is this? What is this city?\n Where is Prince Yuri? And what do you intend to do with\n me\nthis\ntime?”", "Could it be that all his adventures in Cupia had been\n naught but a dream; a recurring dream, in fact? Were his\n dear wife Lilla and his little son Kew merely figments of\n his imagination? Horrible thought!", "He wondered what could have happened in Cupia since\n his departure, only a few sangths ago. How was it that", "“I will waive anything,” Myles replied, “counsel, immunity,\n extradition, anything in order to speed up my return\n to Cupia, where Lilla awaits in some dire extremity.”", "to announce this until we were sure, for we feared that\n some of our own people would regard his departure as\n desertion. Yet who can blame him for returning to his father-land", "absence. The last of the ant-men and their ally, the renegade\n Cupian Prince Yuri, had presumably perished in an attempt\n to escape by flying through the steam-clouds which completely", "“Yuri, usurper of the thrones of two continents. Bah!”\n shouted Emu.\n\n\n “Yuri, our rightful leader,” shouted Barth.", "of the steam clouds which overhang the boiling seas? Our\n leader was Prince Yuri, erstwhile contender for the throne\n of Cupia, splendid even in defeat.", "The witnesses were then called. They were veterans who\n had served in the wars in which Cabot had twice freed\n Cupia from the domination of its Formian oppressors.", "Cupian race, then there we might prosper and raise up a\n new empire. At the worst we should merely meet death in\n another form, rather than at your hands. So we essayed.", "charged with treason to Yuri, whereupon two members of\n the council, whom I have won over to the cause of my\n daughter, will raise the objection that Yuri is not our king.", "“As to your princess and your son, I know not, for this\n is not Cupia. Do you remember how, when your victorious", "benefit of the Cupian nation. He was the regent of Cupia\n during the minority of his baby son, King Kew the\n Thirteenth. The loyal Prince Toron occupied the throne in his", "fact, it merely intensifies Yuri’s mistrust and hatred of me.\n Now that I am mother of the queen, he fears that I may\n turn against him and establish Formis in his place as the", "To which the messenger added: “And he offers to give us\n back our own old country, if we too will return across the\n boiling seas again.”\n\n\n “It is a lie!” Doggo shouted." ] ]

[ "How long ago was Retief given Whaffle’s consul position? \n\n", "Of what species is Miss Meuhl and Retief?", "What is the simplest description of what Miss Meuhl and Retief are in the minds of the Groacian race? Why is this significant to the story? \n\n", "What is the conspiracy Retief is trying to uncover?", "What is the name of the space cruiser that the Groacians are hiding?", "How does Retief first manage to arrange an interview/interrogation with Groacians officials?", "What official positions do Miss Muehl and Retief hold on Groac?", "What are two examples of Groacian communication mechanisms?", "Why isn’t Retief satisfied when the Groaci finally show him the missing cruiser?", "Who betrays Retief? How and why?" ]

[ [ "Three months ", "Nine months ", "Nine years ", "One month" ], [ "Groacian", "Unknown ", "Human", "Reptile " ], [ "They are illegal space travelers. This is significant because the crimes of explorers like them are what prompted the Groaci to hide the first human cruiser that arrived. \n\n", "They are colonialists. This is significant because it is Miss Meuhl and Retief’s desire to colonize Groac that fuels the Groacian hatred of foreigners. \n\n", "They are slaves. This is significant because it helps the reader understand that Retief is lashing out as a result of being oppressed for so long.", "They are aliens. This is significant because Groacians see humans as alien to their planet, which helps the reader understand how prejudice develops on Groac. \n\n" ], [ "Nine years ago Groacians invaded Earth and stole a Terran space cruiser. Retief wants to find out what happened to it.", "Nine years ago, Consul Whaffle mysteriously disappeared from his government office. As the new consul, Retief feels it is his duty to find out what happened. ", "Nine years ago, a Terran cruiser landed on Groac but soon mysteriously disappeared, along with its entire crew. Retief wants to find out what happened to the ship and its crew. \n\n", "Nine years ago Terrans came to Groac and attempted to take over the existing government, but failed. During the skirmish, a Terran cruiser disappeared. Retief wants to find out why the siege failed and what happened to the cruiser.\n\n" ], [ "The Terran", "The Territory ", "The Terror ", "The Terrific " ], [ "Retief tricks Miss Meuhl into luring Groacian officials to their office. Once they arrive, Retief blackmails them with information he stole from a bar tender. ", "He gets into a bar fight, prompting an investigation and thus a visit from a Groacian government officials. Retief flips their interrogation when he begins to ask them the questions he needs answered. \n\n", "He breaks into their place of business and demands he be met. At first the receptionist doesn’t let him in, but eventually breaks. \n\n", "He steals vital information from the Groacian archives and plans to use it for blackmail. Then he gets into a fight with a police officer, prompting Groacian officials to visit his office. He blackmails them for info when they arrive. " ], [ "Retief is Private Investigator for the Terrestrial States. Miss Meuhl is his administrative assistant. ", "Retief is Consul for the Groacian States. Miss Meuhl is Consul for the Terrestrial States. \n\n", "Retief is Consul for the Terrestrial States. Miss Meuhl is his administrative assistant. \n\n", "Retief is Internal Police. Miss Meuhl is his administrative assistant. \n\n\n\n" ], [ "Mandible snaps and throat-bladder bleats", "Mandible wiggles and eye clogs", "Jaw snaps and jugular cracks", "Jowl clacks and eye beats " ], [ "Retief believes the cruiser they show him is a decoy. The real missing cruiser was at least twenty-tons, which is much larger than the ship the Groacians reveal. \n\n", "Retief believes the cruiser they show him isn’t human made at all, meaning the real cruiser is still out there. \n", "Retief believes the cruiser they show him is a replica, meaning the real cruiser is still out there. \n\n", "Retief believes the cruiser they show him is a decoy. The real missing cruiser was a battle ship, while the cruiser they show him is of the domestic variety. \n\n" ], [ "The previous Consul, Whaffle. Whaffle confesses to Groacian police that Retief broke into the Archives and stole information about the missing cruiser. Whaffle did this because he wants his old position back. \n\n", "Miss Meuhl. She reports Retief’s espionage to Groacian officials. She does this because she believes Retief isn’t acting the way he should as consul. \n", "The crew from The Terrific. They have been in cahoots with the Groaci the entire time, and are dead set on betraying the human race in order to find financial gain on Groac. \n\n", "The Groacian bar tender. He believed Retief needed to be beat up by the drunken Groacian. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Whaffle left here three months ago,\" Retief said, \"leaving me in\n charge.\"", "\"I don't recall dictating any letters today, Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said,\n pulling on a light cape.\n\"I wrote them for you. They're just as Consul Whaffle would have wanted\n them.\"", "It was an hour before dawn when Retief keyed the combination to the\n safe-lock and stepped into the darkened consular office. He looked\n tired.", "\"That's an illegal waiver,\" Retief said. \"I'm consul here, whatever\n rumors you've heard. This thing's coming out into the open, whatever", "\"The Consul for the Terrestrial States,\" Retief said, \"presents his\n compliments, et cetera, to the Ministry of Culture of the Groacian", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "suited to diplomatic work.\"\nThe screen crackled, the ten-second transmission lag having elapsed.\n \"Mr. Retief,\" the face on the screen said, \"I am Counsellor Pardy,", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"", "\"Government men, I imagine. Word travels fast.\" Retief pulled off his\n cape. \"This saves me the trouble of paying another call at the Foreign\n Ministry.\"", "\"Oh, it's such a pleasure—\" she began.\n\n\n \"Never mind that,\" Retief said. \"These gentlemen didn't come here to\n sip tea today.\"", "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "\"The importance of my task here,\" Retief said, enunciating the glottal\n dialect with difficulty. \"My interest in local history.\"\n\n\n \"The impossibility of access to outworlders. To depart quietly.\"", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"How did they die?\" Retief snapped. \"Did you murder them, cut their\n throats, shoot them or bury them alive? What amusing end did you figure", "In the front seat, Shluh looked straight ahead. The loosely-sprung\n vehicle bobbed and swayed along the narrow highway. Retief listened to\n the rhythmic puffing of the motor and said nothing.\nIII", "\"To not endure such insolence!\" The Groacian advanced toward Retief.\n Retief backed away.\n\n\n \"To hold hands,\" Retief said. \"To be palsy-walsy—\"", "\"I have a message to get off first, Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said sharply.\n \"I've been to the Foreign Ministry,\" he added. \"I'll tell you all about\n it later.\"", "\"That's my decision,\" Retief said. \"I have a job to do and we're\n wasting time.\" He crossed the room to his desk, opened a drawer and\n took out a slim-barreled needler.", "\"Don't be a fool, woman,\" Retief said. \"Don't you see what you're\n letting yourself in for? This would be a hell of a good time for you to\n figure out whose side you're on.\"", "\"Where is that ship?\" Retief rapped out. \"You never learn, do you?\n You're still convinced you can hide the whole thing and forget it. I'm\n telling you you can't.\"" ], [ "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said, \"I want you to listen carefully to what I'm\n going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off\n guard.\"", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"", "\"I have done my duty, Mr. Retief,\" Miss Meuhl said. \"I made a full\n report to Regional Headquarters last night, as soon as you left this", "Retief turned a steady look on Miss Meuhl. She closed her mouth. The\n Groaci sat down.", "\"You'll do as you're told, Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said quietly. \"I'm\n telling you to make an official sealed record of this conversation.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl sat down.", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said. \"If I don't come back in a reasonable length\n of time, transmit that recording to Regional Headquarters, sealed.\" He\n stood, looked at the Groaci.", "\"Really!\" Miss Meuhl exclaimed, rising. \"I wash my hands—\"\n\n\n \"Just keep that recorder going,\" Retief snapped.\n\n\n \"I'll not be a party—\"", "\"Yes,\" Miss Meuhl said. \"You're quite right, Mr. Shluh. Please escort\n Mr. Retief to his quarters in this building—\"", "Retief turned at a sound behind him. Miss Meuhl was at the door,\n reaching for the safe-lock release....\n\n\n \"Don't!\" Retief jumped—too late.", "Retief nodded. \"Thanks, Miss Meuhl,\" he said. \"I'll be back before\n you close the office.\" Miss Meuhl's face was set in lines of grim", "Retief looked at her levelly. \"You've been a busy girl, Miss Meuhl. Did\n you mention the six Terrestrials who were killed here?\"", "\"I've already done so, Mr. Retief!\" Miss Meuhl said harshly. \"I've been\n waiting for you to come back here....\" She turned to the communicator,", "Miss Meuhl, dozing in a chair, awoke with a start. She looked at\n Retief, rose and snapped on a light, turned to stare.", "\"If you'll listen, you may find out,\" Retief said. \"I have no time\n to waste, Miss Meuhl. They won't be expecting an immediate move—I\n hope—and that may give me the latitude I need.\"", "\"Why, why,\" Miss Meuhl stammered. \"Yes, of course. And I do want to\n express my deepest regrets—\"\nRetief rose, went to the communicator, assisted Miss Meuhl aside.", "\"As chief of mission,\" Miss Meuhl said quickly, \"I hereby waive\n immunity in the case of Mr. Retief.\"" ], [ "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said, \"I want you to listen carefully to what I'm\n going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off\n guard.\"", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said. \"If I don't come back in a reasonable length\n of time, transmit that recording to Regional Headquarters, sealed.\" He\n stood, looked at the Groaci.", "\"You're still determined to make an issue of that incident!\" Miss\n Meuhl snorted. \"I really can hardly blame the Groaci. They are not a\n sophisticated race; they had never before met aliens.\"", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "\"False impression, hell,\" Retief said. \"They were Terrans! A simple\n narco-interrogation would get that out of any Groacian who saw the\n parade.\"", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "\"To begone, freak,\" the Groacian whispered.\n\n\n \"To be pals,\" Retief said. \"To be kind to dumb animals.\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Fith said, \"a peace squad waits outside your consulate.\n It is clear you are in the hands of a dangerous lunatic. As always, the\n Groaci wish only friendship with the Terrestrials, but—\"", "\"To not endure such insolence!\" The Groacian advanced toward Retief.\n Retief backed away.\n\n\n \"To hold hands,\" Retief said. \"To be palsy-walsy—\"", "Retief turned a steady look on Miss Meuhl. She closed her mouth. The\n Groaci sat down.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"You and I are in a tight spot, Miss Meuhl. The logical next move for\n the Groaci is to dispose of both of us. We're the only ones who know", "Retief turned. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture\n of contempt. From his bluish throat coloration, it was apparent the\n creature was drunk.", "\"Why, why,\" Miss Meuhl stammered. \"Yes, of course. And I do want to\n express my deepest regrets—\"\nRetief rose, went to the communicator, assisted Miss Meuhl aside.", "The door burst inward. A crowd of crested Groaci pressed into the room,\n pushed Miss Meuhl back, aimed scatter guns at Retief. Police Chief\n Shluh pushed forward.", "Retief looked at her levelly. \"You've been a busy girl, Miss Meuhl. Did\n you mention the six Terrestrials who were killed here?\"", "\"Really!\" Miss Meuhl exclaimed, rising. \"I wash my hands—\"\n\n\n \"Just keep that recorder going,\" Retief snapped.\n\n\n \"I'll not be a party—\"", "\"You'll do as you're told, Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said quietly. \"I'm\n telling you to make an official sealed record of this conversation.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl sat down." ], [ "\"How did they die?\" Retief snapped. \"Did you murder them, cut their\n throats, shoot them or bury them alive? What amusing end did you figure", "\"Government men, I imagine. Word travels fast.\" Retief pulled off his\n cape. \"This saves me the trouble of paying another call at the Foreign\n Ministry.\"", "\"That's an illegal waiver,\" Retief said. \"I'm consul here, whatever\n rumors you've heard. This thing's coming out into the open, whatever", "\"I, for one, am ashamed of the high-handed tactics that were employed,\n grilling these innocent people as though they were criminals. We try\n never to reopen that wound, Mr. Retief.\"", "\"We return to the city now,\" Fith said. \"I can do no more.\"\n\n\n \"You can and you will, Fith,\" Retief said. \"I intend to get to the\n truth of this matter.\"", "\"The importance of my task here,\" Retief said, enunciating the glottal\n dialect with difficulty. \"My interest in local history.\"\n\n\n \"The impossibility of access to outworlders. To depart quietly.\"", "\"If you'll listen, you may find out,\" Retief said. \"I have no time\n to waste, Miss Meuhl. They won't be expecting an immediate move—I\n hope—and that may give me the latitude I need.\"", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "\"To swallow your own poison, dispenser of vileness,\" the drunk\n whispered. \"To find a proper cage for this zoo-piece.\" He wavered\n toward Retief. \"To show this one in the streets, like all freaks.\"", "\"Don't be a fool, woman,\" Retief said. \"Don't you see what you're\n letting yourself in for? This would be a hell of a good time for you to\n figure out whose side you're on.\"", "\"Where is that ship?\" Retief rapped out. \"You never learn, do you?\n You're still convinced you can hide the whole thing and forget it. I'm\n telling you you can't.\"", "\"That's my decision,\" Retief said. \"I have a job to do and we're\n wasting time.\" He crossed the room to his desk, opened a drawer and\n took out a slim-barreled needler.", "The Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him,\n head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow", "\"Don't bother,\" Retief said. \"You know what was in those files I looked\n over this morning.\"", "\"Oh, it's such a pleasure—\" she began.\n\n\n \"Never mind that,\" Retief said. \"These gentlemen didn't come here to\n sip tea today.\"", "It was an hour before dawn when Retief keyed the combination to the\n safe-lock and stepped into the darkened consular office. He looked\n tired.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "\"We'll deal with that question later,\" Retief said. \"Right now, I want\n more information. Where did you get them? Where did you hide the ship?", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"" ], [ "The two Groacians exchanged looks.\n\n\n \"We wish to show our contrition,\" Fith said. \"We will show you the\n ship.\"", "\"They never found the cruiser, did they?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly not on Groac.\"", "\"The Groaci are a very sensitive race. They don't welcome outworlders\n raking up things. They've been gracious enough to let us live down\n the fact that Terrestrials subjected them to deep humiliation on one\n occasion.\"", "I've told you that it was only a lifeboat the Groaci have hidden out.\n Don't you understand the implication? That vessel couldn't have come", "\"This is an internal matter!\" Fith cried, in his faint Groacian voice.\n \"The new regime has shown itself most amiable to you Terrestrials. It\n has outdone itself—\"", "\"You're still determined to make an issue of that incident!\" Miss\n Meuhl snorted. \"I really can hardly blame the Groaci. They are not a\n sophisticated race; they had never before met aliens.\"", "\"It was hauled here from the landing point, some nine miles distant,\"\n Fith said, his voice thinner than ever. \"This is a natural crevasse.\n The vessel was lowered into it and roofed over.\"", "\"The Groaci don't know. They're a very cultured, gentle people. You can\n do irreparable harm to the reputation of Terrestrials if you insist—\"", "far. The cruiser itself must be somewhere near by. I want to know\n where!\"", "Silently, the Groacians led the way back out through the tunnel and\n into the late afternoon sunshine. As they climbed the slope to the\n steam car, Fith came to Retief's side.", "Beam it through on a mayday priority. Then tell the Groaci what you've\n done and sit tight. I think you'll be all right. It won't be easy to", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "\"False impression, hell,\" Retief said. \"They were Terrans! A simple\n narco-interrogation would get that out of any Groacian who saw the\n parade.\"", "\"Any lights in here?\" he asked.\n\n\n A Groacian threw a switch. A weak bluish glow sprang up.", "direction of the Terrestrial Consulate General. The few Groacians on\n the street eyed him furtively, veered to avoid him as he passed. Flimsy", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Fith said, \"a peace squad waits outside your consulate.\n It is clear you are in the hands of a dangerous lunatic. As always, the\n Groaci wish only friendship with the Terrestrials, but—\"", "\"We'll deal with that question later,\" Retief said. \"Right now, I want\n more information. Where did you get them? Where did you hide the ship?", "\"I am Fith, of the Terrestrial Desk, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Mr.\n Consul,\" the taller Groacian said, in lisping Terran. \"May I present\n Shluh, of the Internal Police?\"", "door. The other Groaci released him, hurried back inside. Retief looked\n at the weaving alien.", "\"Where is that ship?\" Retief rapped out. \"You never learn, do you?\n You're still convinced you can hide the whole thing and forget it. I'm\n telling you you can't.\"" ], [ "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "\"Go ahead,\" Retief said. \"Answer it.\"\n\n\n A Groacian official appeared on the screen.", "The Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him,\n head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow", "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "Retief stepped around him, seized his collar and yanked. The Groacian\n fell on his back. Retief stood over him. The downed native half-rose;\n Retief put a foot against his chest and pushed.", "\"False impression, hell,\" Retief said. \"They were Terrans! A simple\n narco-interrogation would get that out of any Groacian who saw the\n parade.\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said, \"I want you to listen carefully to what I'm\n going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off\n guard.\"", "Silently, the Groacians led the way back out through the tunnel and\n into the late afternoon sunshine. As they climbed the slope to the\n steam car, Fith came to Retief's side.", "Fith spoke to Shluh in rapid Groacian. The police chief gestured to his\n four armed constables. They moved to ring Retief in.", "\"Government men, I imagine. Word travels fast.\" Retief pulled off his\n cape. \"This saves me the trouble of paying another call at the Foreign\n Ministry.\"", "\"Mr. Retief, those are just the sort of questions we\navoid\nwith the\n Groaci. I certainly hope you're not thinking of openly intruding—\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"The Consul for the Terrestrial States,\" Retief said, \"presents his\n compliments, et cetera, to the Ministry of Culture of the Groacian", "\"If you'll listen, you may find out,\" Retief said. \"I have no time\n to waste, Miss Meuhl. They won't be expecting an immediate move—I\n hope—and that may give me the latitude I need.\"", "\"The importance of my task here,\" Retief said, enunciating the glottal\n dialect with difficulty. \"My interest in local history.\"\n\n\n \"The impossibility of access to outworlders. To depart quietly.\"", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"", "\"To not endure such insolence!\" The Groacian advanced toward Retief.\n Retief backed away.\n\n\n \"To hold hands,\" Retief said. \"To be palsy-walsy—\"", "door. The other Groaci released him, hurried back inside. Retief looked\n at the weaving alien.", "\"I, for one, am ashamed of the high-handed tactics that were employed,\n grilling these innocent people as though they were criminals. We try\n never to reopen that wound, Mr. Retief.\"", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "\"To begone, freak,\" the Groacian whispered.\n\n\n \"To be pals,\" Retief said. \"To be kind to dumb animals.\"" ], [ "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. \"You've been here on Groac\n for four years, Miss Meuhl. What was behind the coup d'etat that put\n the present government in power?\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said, \"I want you to listen carefully to what I'm\n going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off\n guard.\"", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said. \"If I don't come back in a reasonable length\n of time, transmit that recording to Regional Headquarters, sealed.\" He\n stood, looked at the Groaci.", "\"You'll do as you're told, Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said quietly. \"I'm\n telling you to make an official sealed record of this conversation.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl sat down.", "\"Go ahead,\" Retief said. \"Answer it.\"\n\n\n A Groacian official appeared on the screen.", "\"Sit down, gentlemen,\" Retief said. They resumed their seats. Miss\n Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair.", "\"The Consul for the Terrestrial States,\" Retief said, \"presents his\n compliments, et cetera, to the Ministry of Culture of the Groacian", "Retief turned a steady look on Miss Meuhl. She closed her mouth. The\n Groaci sat down.", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "\"I have done my duty, Mr. Retief,\" Miss Meuhl said. \"I made a full\n report to Regional Headquarters last night, as soon as you left this", "\"Yes,\" Miss Meuhl said. \"You're quite right, Mr. Shluh. Please escort\n Mr. Retief to his quarters in this building—\"", "The door burst inward. A crowd of crested Groaci pressed into the room,\n pushed Miss Meuhl back, aimed scatter guns at Retief. Police Chief\n Shluh pushed forward.", "Retief nodded. \"Thanks, Miss Meuhl,\" he said. \"I'll be back before\n you close the office.\" Miss Meuhl's face was set in lines of grim", "\"Why, why,\" Miss Meuhl stammered. \"Yes, of course. And I do want to\n express my deepest regrets—\"\nRetief rose, went to the communicator, assisted Miss Meuhl aside.", "\"As chief of mission,\" Miss Meuhl said quickly, \"I hereby waive\n immunity in the case of Mr. Retief.\"", "\"You'll talk to me, or there'll be a task force here in five days to do\n the talking,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"You can't!\" Miss Meuhl gasped.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "\"Really!\" Miss Meuhl exclaimed, rising. \"I wash my hands—\"\n\n\n \"Just keep that recorder going,\" Retief snapped.\n\n\n \"I'll not be a party—\"" ], [ "Groacian.", "\"Go ahead,\" Retief said. \"Answer it.\"\n\n\n A Groacian official appeared on the screen.", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "cultural aspects of life at Groac. Especially, I should not venture out\n of the city, or appear overly curious about matters of concern only to\n the Groacian government.\"", "\"The Groaci are a very sensitive race. They don't welcome outworlders\n raking up things. They've been gracious enough to let us live down\n the fact that Terrestrials subjected them to deep humiliation on one\n occasion.\"", "The two Groacians exchanged looks.\n\n\n \"We wish to show our contrition,\" Fith said. \"We will show you the\n ship.\"", "\"To begone, freak,\" the Groacian whispered.\n\n\n \"To be pals,\" Retief said. \"To be kind to dumb animals.\"", "\"This is an internal matter!\" Fith cried, in his faint Groacian voice.\n \"The new regime has shown itself most amiable to you Terrestrials. It\n has outdone itself—\"", "Fith made a choked noise and spoke rapidly to Shluh in Groacian. Shluh\n retracted his eyes, shrank down in his chair. Miss Meuhl opened her", "\"Any lights in here?\" he asked.\n\n\n A Groacian threw a switch. A weak bluish glow sprang up.", "\"The Groaci don't know. They're a very cultured, gentle people. You can\n do irreparable harm to the reputation of Terrestrials if you insist—\"", "Retief turned. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture\n of contempt. From his bluish throat coloration, it was apparent the\n creature was drunk.", "\"To enjoy a cooling drink,\" Retief said in Groacian, squatting down at\n the edge of the pit. \"To sample a true Groacian beverage.\"", "\"To not enjoy my poor offerings,\" the Groacian mumbled. \"A pain in the\n digestive sacs; to express regret.\"", "\"To not endure such insolence!\" The Groacian advanced toward Retief.\n Retief backed away.\n\n\n \"To hold hands,\" Retief said. \"To be palsy-walsy—\"", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "The Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him,\n head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow", "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "\"The necessity that I enter.\"\n\n\n \"The specific instructions of the Archivist.\" The Groacian's voice rose\n to a whisper. \"To insist no longer. To give up this idea!\"", "\"I am Fith, of the Terrestrial Desk, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Mr.\n Consul,\" the taller Groacian said, in lisping Terran. \"May I present\n Shluh, of the Internal Police?\"" ], [ "\"If I'd listened any longer, I might have heard something I couldn't\n ignore. I can't afford that, at this moment. Listen, Miss Meuhl,\"\n Retief went on earnestly, \"I've found the missing cruiser.\"", "Two Groaci wearing heavy eye-shields and elaborate crest ornaments\n indicative of rank rose as Retief entered the room. Neither offered a\n courteous snap of the mandibles, Retief noted. They were mad, all right.", "The two Groacians exchanged looks.\n\n\n \"We wish to show our contrition,\" Fith said. \"We will show you the\n ship.\"", "Silently, the Groacians led the way back out through the tunnel and\n into the late afternoon sunshine. As they climbed the slope to the\n steam car, Fith came to Retief's side.", "Retief walked along the raised wooden catwalk, studying the ship. Empty\n emplacements gaped below lensless scanner eyes. Littered decking was", "door. The other Groaci released him, hurried back inside. Retief looked\n at the weaving alien.", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "\"False impression, hell,\" Retief said. \"They were Terrans! A simple\n narco-interrogation would get that out of any Groacian who saw the\n parade.\"", "\"There you are!\" Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. \"There\n are two gentlemen waiting to see you. Groacian gentlemen.\"", "\"Where is that ship?\" Retief rapped out. \"You never learn, do you?\n You're still convinced you can hide the whole thing and forget it. I'm\n telling you you can't.\"", "\"Go ahead,\" Retief said. \"Answer it.\"\n\n\n A Groacian official appeared on the screen.", "\"That's good,\" Retief said. \"I don't think the Groaci can knock us off\n the air, but—\"", "The Groacian reached for him, missed. A passer-by stepped around him,\n head down, scuttled away. Retief backed into the opening to a narrow", "\"We'll deal with that question later,\" Retief said. \"Right now, I want\n more information. Where did you get them? Where did you hide the ship?", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said. \"If I don't come back in a reasonable length\n of time, transmit that recording to Regional Headquarters, sealed.\" He\n stood, looked at the Groaci.", "\"To not endure such insolence!\" The Groacian advanced toward Retief.\n Retief backed away.\n\n\n \"To hold hands,\" Retief said. \"To be palsy-walsy—\"", "Retief turned. A tall Groacian vibrated his mandibles in a gesture\n of contempt. From his bluish throat coloration, it was apparent the\n creature was drunk.", "\"Miss Meuhl,\" Retief said, \"I want you to listen carefully to what I'm\n going to tell you. I have to move rapidly now, to catch the Groaci off\n guard.\"", "\"To begone, freak,\" the Groacian whispered.\n\n\n \"To be pals,\" Retief said. \"To be kind to dumb animals.\"", "\"To enjoy a cooling drink,\" Retief said in Groacian, squatting down at\n the edge of the pit. \"To sample a true Groacian beverage.\"" ], [ "\"How did they die?\" Retief snapped. \"Did you murder them, cut their\n throats, shoot them or bury them alive? What amusing end did you figure", "\"Blame it on me if it will make you feel any better,\" Retief said, \"but\n don't be fool enough to trust them.\" He pulled on a cape, opened the\n door.", "\"Alas, no. They ... died.\"\n\n\n Miss Meuhl yelped faintly.\n\n\n \"I see,\" Retief said. \"They died.\"", "\"Don't be a fool, woman,\" Retief said. \"Don't you see what you're\n letting yourself in for? This would be a hell of a good time for you to\n figure out whose side you're on.\"", "\"Government men, I imagine. Word travels fast.\" Retief pulled off his\n cape. \"This saves me the trouble of paying another call at the Foreign\n Ministry.\"", "to Groac, in accordance with the advices transmitted to my government\n direct from the Terrestrial Headquarters. As consul, you are requested\n to make available for questioning Mr. J. Retief, former consul, in", "\"If you'll listen, you may find out,\" Retief said. \"I have no time\n to waste, Miss Meuhl. They won't be expecting an immediate move—I\n hope—and that may give me the latitude I need.\"", "Retief stepped around him, seized his collar and yanked. The Groacian\n fell on his back. Retief stood over him. The downed native half-rose;\n Retief put a foot against his chest and pushed.", "\"We return to the city now,\" Fith said. \"I can do no more.\"\n\n\n \"You can and you will, Fith,\" Retief said. \"I intend to get to the\n truth of this matter.\"", "\"To swallow your own poison, dispenser of vileness,\" the drunk\n whispered. \"To find a proper cage for this zoo-piece.\" He wavered\n toward Retief. \"To show this one in the streets, like all freaks.\"", "\"That's my decision,\" Retief said. \"I have a job to do and we're\n wasting time.\" He crossed the room to his desk, opened a drawer and\n took out a slim-barreled needler.", "Retief turned at a sound behind him. Miss Meuhl was at the door,\n reaching for the safe-lock release....\n\n\n \"Don't!\" Retief jumped—too late.", "\"Where is that ship?\" Retief rapped out. \"You never learn, do you?\n You're still convinced you can hide the whole thing and forget it. I'm\n telling you you can't.\"", "\"I, for one, am ashamed of the high-handed tactics that were employed,\n grilling these innocent people as though they were criminals. We try\n never to reopen that wound, Mr. Retief.\"", "\"We'll deal with that question later,\" Retief said. \"Right now, I want\n more information. Where did you get them? Where did you hide the ship?", "\"The importance of my task here,\" Retief said, enunciating the glottal\n dialect with difficulty. \"My interest in local history.\"\n\n\n \"The impossibility of access to outworlders. To depart quietly.\"", "\"Oh, it's such a pleasure—\" she began.\n\n\n \"Never mind that,\" Retief said. \"These gentlemen didn't come here to\n sip tea today.\"", "It was an hour before dawn when Retief keyed the combination to the\n safe-lock and stepped into the darkened consular office. He looked\n tired.", "\"That's right,\" Retief said calmly. \"Now—\"\n\n\n \"This is absolutely the end!\" Miss Meuhl said. \"Thank heaven I've\n already—\"", "Silently, the Groacians led the way back out through the tunnel and\n into the late afternoon sunshine. As they climbed the slope to the\n steam car, Fith came to Retief's side." ] ]

[ "Why is Retief being sent to Jorgenson's Worlds?", "How does Retief navigate his problems with most people?", "How does Retief convince the captain to keep him on board?", "Why does Chip seem to enjoy talking to Retief?\n", "What makes the captain’s recent trips to Jorgenson’s suspicious?", "What is significant about the “secret” Retief unveils about the Soetti?", "Why are the Soetti allowed to board the ship?", "What was Skaw's importance? ", "Why did the captain try to change course away from Jorgenon's Worlds?" ]

[ [ "He memorized the contents of the folder that will help them win against the Soetti.", "He is carrying with him the plans for the anti-acceleration field.", "He’s being sent to oppose the Soetti invasion and help with Jorgenson’s Worlds meager military.", "He’s to make contact with the Soetti defector." ], [ "His status working for Magan earns him respect with people, and he uses this to his advantage. ", "He is a good negotiator, as shown when he gets the captain to maintain the course.", "Aggression and intimidation are his main means of negotiation in most situations.", "He gets people to like him, much in the way he wins Chip over. " ], [ "The captain knows that the Soettie will be able to handle him later. ", "The captain’s men as well as himself are too scared to confront him, so he leaves him be.", "Retief remarks on the Uniform Code, and the captain doesn’t want to have legal issues.", "He doesn’t have time to deal with Retief, so he leaves him be." ], [ "He thinks that Retief will be able to overthrow the captain. ", "He’s the cook, and generally nice to those he serves. \n", "As he says, he likes to see a “feller” eat and enjoys cooking for him.\n", "He doesn’t like the captain and likes that Retief doesn’t like him either." ], [ "He hasn't been taking tourists, and no one knows what cargo he's bringing with him. ", "Jorgenon's Worlds are frozen over, so it's strange that he makes runs to them. ", "He's working with Mr. Tony, and bringing cargo in and out without bringing along normal tourists. ", "He's bringing cargo to the Soetti to help with their plans. " ], [ "They're easier to take down than they thought, meaning they can stand up to the Soetti. ", "The Soetti are going to exact revenge on the crew now that he's exposed their secret. ", "They don't have the right to be asking for papers, making their presence on board illegal. ", "They're easy to bluff against. They'll believe what the captain tells them. " ], [ "They need transport to Jorgenson’s Worlds as well.", "They need to check the papers of each passenger, so the caption allows them to do so.", "The Soetti aren’t - the captain fears them and they are illegally boarding.", "The captain and Mr. Tony are in business with them." ], [ "He was the connection between Mr. Tony, the captain, and the Soetti's business. ", "Unlike other Soetti, he was brittle and easily killed. ", "He didn't have much importance. When the Soetti was presented with his body, they didn't care. ", "He was the one to check the validity of each passenger's papers." ], [ "Jorgenson's World doesn't have enough trade value to warrant the trip. ", "Retief killed Skaw, and it angered Mr. Tony, who ordered him to change course. ", "He needs to get away from the Soettie after Skaw's death. ", "He wants to drop Retief off at Alabaster instead. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "\"Umm,\" Magnan said. \"Don't make the error of personalizing this\n situation, Retief. Overall policy calls for a defense of these\n backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its\n natural course, as always.\"", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"This is open aggression, Retief,\" he said, \"in case I haven't made\n myself clear. Aggression on Terrestrial-occupied territory by an alien\n species. Obviously, we can't allow it.\"", "\"I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said. \"I remember an\n agent, a big blond fellow, very quick on the uptake. A wizard with\n cards and dice. Never played for money, though.\"", "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "\"You'll be traveling with Class X credentials,\" Magnan snapped. \"There\n must be nothing to connect you with the Corps.\"\n\n\n \"They'll never guess,\" Retief said. \"I'll pose as a gentleman.\"", "\"A show of resistance at this point is necessary. Unfortunately,\n Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. They're", "\"A space lawyer.\" The captain turned. \"Throw him out, boys.\"\n\n\n Two big men edged into the cabin, looking at Retief.\n\n\n \"Go on, pitch him out,\" the captain snapped.", "opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they\n intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force.\"", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"", "\"Sure. What have they got against my going to Jorgensen's Worlds?\"", "\"You busted it, you—\"\n\n\n \"And one to go,\" Retief said. \"Tell him.\"\n\n\n \"I'm an officer of the Merchant Service!\"", "\"Two twenty-eight, due out today for the Jorgensen group,\" Retief said.\n \"Is it on schedule?\"", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "\"You shoulda had that door locked.\" He stood by the door, listening,\n then turned to Retief.\n\n\n \"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?\"", "\"You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain,\" Retief said.\n \"We're due to lift in twenty minutes.\"", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"Instead of strangling you, as you deserve,\" he said, \"I'm going to\n stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen's Worlds.\"" ], [ "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"I'll think of something,\" Retief said. \"This is shaping up into one of\n those long days.\"", "Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall,\n florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "\"Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out.\" He rolled a cold eye at Retief as\n he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared.", "Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a\n right into the guard's midriff. He stepped aside as the man doubled and\n went to his knees.", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in", "With a flick of the wrist, Retief tossed the coffee into the thug's\n face, then stood and slammed a straight right to the chin. The thug\n went down.", "the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man\n clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder.", "Retief from the corner of his eye.", "The clerk looked up and opened his mouth. Then he caught Retief's eye,\n closed his mouth and swallowed.", "Retief looked at Mr. Tony, still standing open-mouthed.\n\n\n \"You can take your playmates away now, Tony,\" he said. \"And don't\n bother to come around yourself. You're not funny enough.\"", "\"That,\" Retief said, \"would be a hard one to answer.\"\nIV\n\n\n Retief awoke at a tap on his door.", "\"If I have to come around this counter,\" Retief said, \"I'll feed that\n thumb to you the hard way.\"", "\"Another smart alec,\" the clerk said behind him.\nRetief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a", "glanced at Retief and went out. The thick-necked man returned.", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief." ], [ "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "\"Power Section, this is the captain,\" he said. Retief reached across\n the desk, gripped the captain's wrist.\n\n\n \"Tell the mate to hold his present course,\" he said softly.", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief.", "The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark.", "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced.", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "Retief nodded, opened the door and stepped into the cabin. The captain\n looked up from his desk, then jumped up.\n\n\n \"What do you think you're doing, busting in here?\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "\"Let go my hand, buster,\" the captain snarled. Eyes on Retief's, he\n eased a drawer open with his left hand, reached in. Retief kneed the\n drawer. The captain yelped and dropped the mike.", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"Right, Mister. Keep an eye on that jasper; he's slippery.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" the captain demanded.\n\n\n Retief settled himself in a chair.", "\"You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain,\" Retief said.\n \"We're due to lift in twenty minutes.\"", "At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform\n and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male\n passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional\n glances Retief's way.", "\"If I have to come around this counter,\" Retief said, \"I'll feed that\n thumb to you the hard way.\"", "\"Maybe you got a point,\" the captain said, looking at Retief. \"All they\n got's a three-man scout. It could work.\"", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "\"I'll think of something,\" Retief said. \"This is shaping up into one of\n those long days.\"", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in" ], [ "Chip looked at Retief. \"You ain't no tourist, Mister. I know that much.\n You didn't come out here for fun, did you?\"", "\"How about a fresh cup of coffee, Chip?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Sure, Mister. Anything else?\"", "\"Here you go, Mister,\" Chip said. Retief darted a glance; a well-honed\n french knife lay on the sill.", "\"Thanks, Chip,\" Retief said. \"I won't need it for these punks.\"", "\"You've got the right idea on frying a steak, Chip. And you've got the\n right idea on the Soetti, too,\" Retief said. He poured red wine into a\n glass. \"Here's to you.\"", "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "\"What has Mr. Tony got on the captain, Chip?\" Retief asked.\n\n\n \"They're in some kind o' crooked business together. You want some more\n smoked turkey?\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "Retief lit the cigar, reached under the mattress and took out a\n short-barreled pistol. He dropped it in his pocket, looked at Chip.", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark.", "the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man\n clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder.", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall,\n florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in", "\"Chip, you're a genius.\"\n\n\n \"Like to see a feller eat,\" Chip said. \"I gotta go now. If you need\n anything, holler.\"", "Retief glanced at him.\n\n\n The clerk nipped off a ragged corner with rabbitlike front teeth and\n spat it on the floor.\n\n\n \"Was there something?\" he said.", "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced." ], [ "\"That's where I'm lucky, Chip. What kind of cargo's the captain got\n aboard for Jorgensen's?\"", "\"I hear you're planning a course change, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You've got damn big ears.\"\n\n\n \"I think we'd better call in at Jorgensen's.\"", "\"Maybe I can run a bluff on the Soetti,\" the captain said, looking back\n from the door. \"But I'll be back to see you later.\"", "\"Mr. Tony give the captain a real hard time about old Skaw. The\n Sweaties didn't say nothin'. Didn't even act surprised, just took the", "remains and pushed off. But Mr. Tony and that other crook they call\n Marbles, they was fit to be tied. Took the cap'n in his cabin and", "\"The orders cap'n give was to change course fer Alabaster. We're\n by-passin' Jorgensen's Worlds. We'll feel the course change any minute.\"", "The others came up, Mr. Tony trailing.\n\n\n \"You must want to get to Jorgensen's pretty bad,\" the thug said in a\n grating voice. \"What's your game, hick?\"", "At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform\n and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male\n passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional\n glances Retief's way.", "\"Maybe it was a good thought, at that. Which way to the Captain's\n cabin?\"\n\"This is it,\" Chip said softly. \"You want me to keep an eye on who\n comes down the passage?\"", "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "\"Derned if I know. In and out o' there like a grasshopper, ever few\n weeks. Don't never pick up no cargo. No tourists any more, like I says.\n Don't know what we even run in there for.\"", "\"Hey,\" Chip said. \"He's quit kicking.\"\n\n\n The captain bent over Skaw, gingerly rolled him over. He leaned close\n and sniffed.", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "\"You shoulda had that door locked.\" He stood by the door, listening,\n then turned to Retief.\n\n\n \"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?\"", "\"Show him your papers, you damned fool,\" the captain said hoarsely. \"I\n got no control over Skaw.\"", "\"I'm captain of this vessel,\" the first man said. \"You've got two\n minutes to haul your freight out of here, buster.\"", "Jorgies live on Svea; that's the least froze up. Man don't enjoy eatin'\n his own cookin' like he does somebody else's.\"", "\"Not on this vessel, you won't,\" the captain said shakily. \"I got my\n charter to consider.\"", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "\"Right, Mister. Keep an eye on that jasper; he's slippery.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" the captain demanded.\n\n\n Retief settled himself in a chair." ], [ "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"You've got the right idea on frying a steak, Chip. And you've got the\n right idea on the Soetti, too,\" Retief said. He poured red wine into a\n glass. \"Here's to you.\"", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall,\n florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in", "the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man\n clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder.", "\"Now—\" Magnan leaned forward and lowered his voice—\"we have learned\n that the Soetti plan a bold step forward. Since they've met no", "\"This is open aggression, Retief,\" he said, \"in case I haven't made\n myself clear. Aggression on Terrestrial-occupied territory by an alien\n species. Obviously, we can't allow it.\"", "\"This is no occasion for flippancy, Retief. In the wrong hands, this\n information could be catastrophic. You'll memorize it before you leave\n this building.\"", "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced.", "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "\"Close the door as you leave,\" Retief said.\n\n\n The thick-necked man paused at the door. \"We'll see you when you come\n out.\"\nIII", "\"Too bad,\" Retief said. \"Finders keepers.\"\n\n\n \"You nuts?\" The thick-necked man stared at Retief. \"I said it's Mr.\n Tony's room.\"", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "\"Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out.\" He rolled a cold eye at Retief as\n he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared.", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "Chip looked at Retief. \"You ain't no tourist, Mister. I know that much.\n You didn't come out here for fun, did you?\"", "Retief finished the steak, and the chef passed out the baked Alaska and\n coffee. Most of the other passengers had left the dining room. Mr. Tony\n and his retainers still sat at the Captain's table.", "Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a\n right into the guard's midriff. He stepped aside as the man doubled and\n went to his knees.", "\"Is that all?\" Retief said. \"You've still got two fingers sticking up.\"\n\n\n Magnan looked at the fingers and put them away." ], [ "\"Now—\" Magnan leaned forward and lowered his voice—\"we have learned\n that the Soetti plan a bold step forward. Since they've met no", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "\"Maybe I can run a bluff on the Soetti,\" the captain said, looking back\n from the door. \"But I'll be back to see you later.\"", "\"I ain't superstitious ner nothin',\" Chip said. \"But I'll be\n triple-damned if that ain't them boarding us now.\"", "\"First,\" he said. \"The Soetti War Plan—in detail. We were fortunate\n enough to make contact with a defector from a party of renegade", "\"Have one, Chip. I guess I was lucky to get space on this ship.\"", "\"Not on this vessel, you won't,\" the captain said shakily. \"I got my\n charter to consider.\"", "there would be four days to prepare for the Soetti attack. It was a\n temptation to scan the tapes built into the handle of his suitcase. It", "\"You were wide open, ugly. I couldn't resist. Tell your boss I sneaked\n past while you were resting your eyes.\" He picked up his bag, stepped\n over the man and went up the gangway into the ship.", "\"When you can spare the time from your other duties,\" Retief said,\n \"take a look at Section Three, Paragraph One, of the Uniform Code.\n That spells out the law on confirmed space on vessels engaged in\n interplanetary commerce.\"", "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform\n and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male\n passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional\n glances Retief's way.", "\"You've got the right idea on frying a steak, Chip. And you've got the\n right idea on the Soetti, too,\" Retief said. He poured red wine into a\n glass. \"Here's to you.\"", "\"The allusion escapes me,\" Magnan said coldly. \"And one last word. The\n Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't\n get yourself interned.\"", "Terrestrials who've been advising the Soetti.\" He folded another\n finger. \"Next, a battle plan for the Jorgensen's people, worked out by", "\"Deal me out,\" the bouncer said. \"He can stay put as long as he wants\n to. I signed on to move cargo. Let's go, Moe.\"", "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "\"Show him your papers, you damned fool,\" the captain said hoarsely. \"I\n got no control over Skaw.\"", "\"Lessee your boarding pass,\" he muttered.\n\n\n Retief pulled a paper from an inside pocket, handed it over.\n\n\n The guard blinked at it.", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"" ], [ "\"Show him your papers, you damned fool,\" the captain said hoarsely. \"I\n got no control over Skaw.\"", "\"Hey,\" Chip said. \"He's quit kicking.\"\n\n\n The captain bent over Skaw, gingerly rolled him over. He leaned close\n and sniffed.", "a little and see what's goin' on. If the Sweaties figure to do anything\n about that Skaw feller they'll have to move fast; they won't try\n nothin' close to port.\"", "\"Mr. Tony give the captain a real hard time about old Skaw. The\n Sweaties didn't say nothin'. Didn't even act surprised, just took the", "\"Captain, tell your friend to keep its distance. It looks brittle, and\n I'm tempted to test it.\"\n\n\n \"Don't start anything with Skaw; he can clip through steel with those\n snappers.\"", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"", "\"He hated Skaw's guts. But with him it was business. Mister, you got a\n gun?\"\n\n\n \"A 2mm needler. Why?\"", "\"Last chance,\" Retief said. Skaw stood poised, open pincers an inch\n from Retief's eyes.", "Retief sat up and reached for a cigar.\n\n\n \"Mr. Tony and Skaw were pals, eh?\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "remains and pushed off. But Mr. Tony and that other crook they call\n Marbles, they was fit to be tied. Took the cap'n in his cabin and", "Jorgies live on Svea; that's the least froze up. Man don't enjoy eatin'\n his own cookin' like he does somebody else's.\"", "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "\"I told you he was brittle,\" Retief said. \"Next time you invite pirates\n aboard, don't bother to call.\"", "knee-joint. Skaw screeched and floundered, greenish fluid spattering\n from the burst joint.", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "A tall and grotesque creature minced into the room, tiny hoof-like\n feet tapping on the floor. A flaring metal helmet shaded the deep-set", "\"Up there.\" The boy jerked his head and hurried on. Retief made his way\n along the narrow hall, found signs, followed them to cabin fifty-seven.", "\"Power Section, this is the captain,\" he said. Retief reached across\n the desk, gripped the captain's wrist.\n\n\n \"Tell the mate to hold his present course,\" he said softly.", "Retief finished the steak, and the chef passed out the baked Alaska and\n coffee. Most of the other passengers had left the dining room. Mr. Tony\n and his retainers still sat at the Captain's table." ], [ "\"The orders cap'n give was to change course fer Alabaster. We're\n by-passin' Jorgensen's Worlds. We'll feel the course change any minute.\"", "\"Instead of strangling you, as you deserve,\" he said, \"I'm going to\n stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen's Worlds.\"", "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief.", "\"I hear you're planning a course change, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You've got damn big ears.\"\n\n\n \"I think we'd better call in at Jorgensen's.\"", "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they\n intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force.\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "\"Maybe I can run a bluff on the Soetti,\" the captain said, looking back\n from the door. \"But I'll be back to see you later.\"", "\"A show of resistance at this point is necessary. Unfortunately,\n Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. They're", "\"The allusion escapes me,\" Magnan said coldly. \"And one last word. The\n Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't\n get yourself interned.\"", "\"Your use of the word 'bloody' is interesting, Captain. Don't try to\n change course.\"\n\n\n The captain reached for the mike on his desk, pressed the key.", "\"Power Section, this is the captain,\" he said. Retief reached across\n the desk, gripped the captain's wrist.\n\n\n \"Tell the mate to hold his present course,\" he said softly.", "\"Not on this vessel, you won't,\" the captain said shakily. \"I got my\n charter to consider.\"", "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "\"Sure. What have they got against my going to Jorgensen's Worlds?\"", "\"Umm,\" Magnan said. \"Don't make the error of personalizing this\n situation, Retief. Overall policy calls for a defense of these\n backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its\n natural course, as always.\"", "\"Captain, tell your friend to keep its distance. It looks brittle, and\n I'm tempted to test it.\"\n\n\n \"Don't start anything with Skaw; he can clip through steel with those\n snappers.\"" ] ]

[ "Why are Quezy and Bob investigating the asteroid?", "Why are Quezy and Bob pressed for time? ", "Why does Starre lay claim to the asteroid?", "Why is Starre hesitant to accept Bob's feelings?", "How does the shape of Starre's ship benefit them?", "What happens at the second confrontation with the Saylor brothers? ", "Why do Starre, Bob, and Quezy work together, despite having goals that are at odds with one another?", "Why do Bob and Quezy haul asteroids in the first place?", "What is likely the next step in the story?" ]

[ [ "To see if it matches the specifications of the person who ordered it. ", "To investigate the ship that's been parked on it. ", "To check what minerals and ores are present in it. ", "To check its overall dimensions. " ], [ "They don't want their competitors getting to the asteroid before them and missing out on the profit. ", "The Saylor Brothers have been chasing them, and they know they're on their way to the same asteroid. ", "They need to fulfill Burnside's requests quickly in order to make a profit. ", "Hauling asteroids is dangerous work, and the quicker they get it done the better. " ], [ "She's trying to get away from her life. She can't stand how stubborn her Grandfather is. ", "She's trying to delay her arranged marriage, by preventing the asteroid from ever being delivered. ", "She told her Grandfather about the asteroid and told him she would marry Mac on top of it. ", "She's Burnside's granddaughter and is protecting it for him. " ], [ "She knows that the wedding has to happen, one way or another. ", "She doesn't feel the same way about Bob. ", "She feels trapped by her Grandfather's bargain. ", "She still cares about Mac, despite all that's happening. " ], [ "It made it easy to spot and to re-locate it. ", "It's small, making it easy for them to transport it with them. ", "Being a \"yo-yo\" shape, it was easy to attach cables to it and maneuver it back and forth. ", "Being a \"yo-yo\" shape, they can use it like one to fight against the Saylor brothers. " ], [ "The yo-yo fails to hit the other ship, as it can't quite reach it. ", "The Saylor brothers call on the Interplanetary Commission for help. ", "The yo-yo worked as intended, hitting their ship with the first hit.", "The yo-yo worked as intended after some maneuvering, damaging their ship. " ], [ "Starre is hopeful that they can eventually help her out of her own predicament. ", "The Saylor brothers are in the way for both parties, and it makes more sense to work together to take them down. ", "Bob and Quezy don't care what happens to her after. They just want to get through the situation. ", "They simply don't have any other choice. " ], [ "They are hoping to start a new business selling them. ", "Other companies have been making a profit with them, and they want in on it. ", "The asteroids of deposits of rich minerals, making them valuable. Hence why they check the composition of each one. ", "It's a new fad that Bob hard started, where rich people enjoy having them on display. " ], [ "Starre takes the asteroid back, and she goes back to living on it alone. ", "The Saylor brothers return and retrieve the asteroid again. ", "Bob and Quezy work with Starre to come up with a solution to both their problems,", "Bob and Quezy deliver the asteroid, and Starre marries Mac. " ] ]

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[ [ "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship\n straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it\n tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't", "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard\n wedding see? We get five hundred and fifty thousand dollars for it!", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first" ], [ "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "There was no answer from Queazy. With sick eyes, Bob studied the\n oxygen indicator. There was only five pounds pressure. Five pounds!", "\"Queazy!\" he whispered. \"Queazy! I'm running out of air!\"", "Queazy's big hand gripped his shoulder. \"Go to it, Bob!\"", "Bob came slowly to his feet, and matched Queazy's slowly growing anger.", "Bob recognized finality when he saw it. \"Come on, Queazy,\" he said\n fuming. \"Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her", "\"Thanks, Queazy,\" he said huskily.\n\n\n Queazy was bending over him, his anxiety clearing away from his\n suddenly brightening face.", "Queazy was across the room in two running strides. He threw in the\n telaudio and almost immediately, Wally Saylor's big body built up in\n the plate. Wally Saylor's face was quivering with wrath.", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "Bob looked at Queazy dismally. \"The old balance-wheel,\" he groaned at\n Starre. \"He's always pulling me up short when I go off half-cocked. All", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "\"Cut the drive!\" he yelled at Queazy. \"I've got it, right on the nose.\n Queazy, my boy, can you imagine it? We're in the dough. Not only that,\n we're rich! Come here!\"", "\"Ma'am,\" said Bob, blinking, \"did you say something?\"\n\n\n Queazy made a gulping sound and slowly straightened. He automatically\n reached up as if he would take off his hat and twist it in his hands.", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "Queazy said simply, \"That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you\n we didn't expect to find someone living here.\"", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's" ], [ "Asteroids up to a certain size belong to whoever happens to be on them,\n by common law.... So I had everything figured out—except,\" she added", "\"There's your ship, Starre.\" He jabbed his finger at it. \"I've got a\n feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow", "for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard\n wedding see? We get five hundred and fifty thousand dollars for it!", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't", "\"I said,\" remarked the girl, \"that you should scram off of my asteroid.\n And quit poking around at it with that spectroscope. I've already taken", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "\"No!\" she exclaimed. \"No. My grandfather didn't even know there was an\n asteroid like this. But I did, long before he ordered it from you—or", "did\nfind the asteroid in time they wouldn't be able\n to get it back to Earth, I came out here and decided to live here.", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "\"I understand conditions better than you do,\" she said. \"You want\n to move this asteroid from its orbit and haul it back to Earth.", "smiled sweetly \"—it may interest you to know that if I let you have\n the asteroid you'll save your business, but I'll meet a fate worse than\n death! So that's that.\"", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "about convincing the Saylor brothers they ought to let us have the\n asteroid back? Remember, commercial ships aren't allowed to carry\n long-range weapons. And we couldn't ram the Saylor brothers' ship—not", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "rich man who had decided to hold a wedding on top of an asteroid.\n Unfortunately, other interplanetary moving companies had cashed in on\n that brainstorm, chiefly the firm of the Saylor brothers—which persons", "ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. It\n was, plainly, a hair-brained request. And yet, if by some chance\n there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries", "it\n is to go against him when he's got his mind set! I was just a mass of\n nerves. So I decided to trick him and I came out to the asteroid belt", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "asteroid, was plainly flabbergasted. Not in his wildest imaginings had\n he thought they would actually find what they were looking for.", "and picked out an asteroid that was shaped so a wedding could take\n place on it. I took the measurements and the composition, then I told\n my grandfather I'd marry Mac if the wedding was in the back yard on top" ], [ "Starre apparently knew he was in love with her, too, for on the fifth\n day Bob was teaching her the mechanics of operating the hauler, and she\n gently lifted his hand from a finger-switch.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "shake. He took her hand. \"Starre,\" he said desperately, \"I've got to\n tell you something—\"", "\"\nOuch!\n\" Bob groaned. Then he looked at Starre Lowenthal with", "\"There's your ship, Starre.\" He jabbed his finger at it. \"I've got a\n feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow", "Bob looked at Queazy dismally. \"The old balance-wheel,\" he groaned at\n Starre. \"He's always pulling me up short when I go off half-cocked. All", "\"Wait a minute,\" Bob Parker begged nervously. \"I want to make some\n conversation, lady. I'm sure you don't understand the conditions—\"", "The excited cry came from Starre. But Bob swore. The dumbbell ship\n reached the end of its cables, falling a bare twenty feet short of", "She jerked her hand away. \"No,\" she exclaimed in an almost frightened\n voice. \"You can't tell me. There's—there's Mac,\" she finished,\n faltering. \"The asteroid—\"", "\"Ma'am,\" said Bob, blinking, \"did you say something?\"\n\n\n Queazy made a gulping sound and slowly straightened. He automatically\n reached up as if he would take off his hat and twist it in his hands.", "Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, \"Attaboy, Bob! This\n time we'll knock 'em out of the sky!\"", "any direction, and the passengers wouldn't have any feeling of motion\n at—Oh, hell!\" Bob groaned, the serious glory of her eyes making him", "Bob recognized finality when he saw it. \"Come on, Queazy,\" he said\n fuming. \"Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "\"Right,\" he said unsteadily. \"Anyway, Starre, as I was saying, this\n ship operates according to the reverse Fitzgerald Contraction Formula.", "the oncoming ship could wreak. Or at least that was what they thought,\n for Bob brought the hauler's speed down to zero—and Starre Lowenthal's", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "Starre's blue eyes followed the long cable back to where it was\n attached around her ship's narrow midsection.\n\n\n She shook her head helplessly. \"It just looks like a big yo-yo to me.\"", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "Bob started so badly that the spectroscope's settings were jarred and\n the lights in its interior died. Bob twisted his head around as far as" ], [ "\"There's your ship, Starre.\" He jabbed his finger at it. \"I've got a\n feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow", "hand. The dumbbell-shaped ship, smaller, and therefore stauncher due to\n the principle of the arch, wound up again, wobbling a little. It had\n received a mere dent in its starboard half.", "\"Right,\" he said unsteadily. \"Anyway, Starre, as I was saying, this\n ship operates according to the reverse Fitzgerald Contraction Formula.", "attach any significance to Starre's dumbbell-shaped ship, which trailed\n astern, attached by a long cable.", "and lost her composure and unconsciously backed up two steps. About\n twenty steps away was her small dumbbell-shaped ship, so shiny and\n unscarred that it reflected starlight in highlights from its curved", "Starre's blue eyes followed the long cable back to where it was\n attached around her ship's narrow midsection.\n\n\n She shook her head helplessly. \"It just looks like a big yo-yo to me.\"", "Starre got the idea. She smiled dazzlingly and vanished toward the\n galley.", "He snapped his fingers. \"No acceleration effects. This type of ship,\n necessary in our business, can stop flat, back up, ease up, move in", "The excited cry came from Starre. But Bob swore. The dumbbell ship\n reached the end of its cables, falling a bare twenty feet short of", "spread out, a huge crescent shape, part of the Eastern hemisphere\n vaguely visible through impeding clouds and atmosphere. The enemy ship\n was two miles distant, a black shadow occulting part of the brilliant", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "the oncoming ship could wreak. Or at least that was what they thought,\n for Bob brought the hauler's speed down to zero—and Starre Lowenthal's", "cosmic dimensions, while Starre and Queazy stood over him bursting into\n strange, delighted squeals of laughter whenever the yo-yo reached the\n end of its double cable and started rolling back up to the ship. Queazy", "Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, \"Attaboy, Bob! This\n time we'll knock 'em out of the sky!\"", "Starre apparently knew he was in love with her, too, for on the fifth\n day Bob was teaching her the mechanics of operating the hauler, and she\n gently lifted his hand from a finger-switch.", "it, and its inertia was great. And as soon as the little ship came\n spinning back to rest, Bob flung the hauler to a new vantage point and\n again the \"yo-yo\" snapped out.", "shake. He took her hand. \"Starre,\" he said desperately, \"I've got to\n tell you something—\"", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier," ], [ "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier,", "All this had happened in such a short space of time that the Saylor\n brothers must have had only a bare realization of what was going on.", "The three men behind the Saylor twins broke into rough, chuckling\n laughter.", "There was little doubt the Saylors' saw their approach. But,\n scornfully, they made no attempt to evade. There was no possible harm", "\"So have we,\" Wally Saylor smiled—and his smile remained fixed,\n dangerous. He started moving forward, and the three men in back came", "from the Saylor brothers. You see—well, my granddad's about the\n stubbornest old hoot-owl in this universe! He's always had his way, and", "\"Don't thank me,\" he whispered. \"We'd have both been goners if it\n hadn't been for her. The Saylor brothers left her paralyzed like", "\"It'll work!\" His gray eyes showed satisfaction. \"Now, if only the\n Saylor brothers are where we calculated!\"", "Bob nodded grimly. He backed the hauler up about thirty miles, then\n sent it forward again, directly toward the Saylor brothers' ship at ten\n miles per second. And resting on the blunt nose of the ship was the\n \"yo-yo.\"", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "At the same time, the spasticizer Bob held was shot cleanly out of his\n hand by Wally Saylor. Bob roared, started toward Wally Saylor, knocked", "And this time—collision! Bob yelled as he saw the stern section of the\n Saylor brothers' ship crumple like tissue paper crushed between the", "\"It's obvious,\" drawled Billy Saylor, rocking back and forth on his\n heels, \"that Bob Parker and company have double-crossed us. We'll have\n to take steps.\"", "Which was not so far-fetched, because the firm of Saylor & Saylor made\n no pretense of being scrupulous.", "\"Listen to me, miss,\" he snapped earnestly, when she tried to draw\n away. \"Don't talk by radio. That ship belongs to the Saylor brothers!", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "Queazy was across the room in two running strides. He threw in the\n telaudio and almost immediately, Wally Saylor's big body built up in\n the plate. Wally Saylor's face was quivering with wrath.", "For a fraction of a second Wally Saylor exhibited the countenance of a\n doomed man. In the telaudio plate, he whirled, and diminished in size\n with a strangled yell.", "going to put this to you plainly. We can catch up with the Saylor\n brothers even if they are three weeks ahead of us. The Saylor ship and", "\"A pleasure,\" drawled Wally Saylor, looking at the girl. \"What do you\n think of this situation Billy?\"" ], [ "Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, \"Attaboy, Bob! This\n time we'll knock 'em out of the sky!\"", "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "Bob looked at Queazy dismally. \"The old balance-wheel,\" he groaned at\n Starre. \"He's always pulling me up short when I go off half-cocked. All", "Bob recognized finality when he saw it. \"Come on, Queazy,\" he said\n fuming. \"Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "Starre apparently knew he was in love with her, too, for on the fifth\n day Bob was teaching her the mechanics of operating the hauler, and she\n gently lifted his hand from a finger-switch.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "Bob came slowly to his feet, and matched Queazy's slowly growing anger.", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "\"Cut the drive!\" he yelled at Queazy. \"I've got it, right on the nose.\n Queazy, my boy, can you imagine it? We're in the dough. Not only that,\n we're rich! Come here!\"", "I know is, that maybe we'll get a good idea as we go along. In the\n meantime, Starre—ahem—none of us has eaten in three weeks...?\"", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "\"\nOuch!\n\" Bob groaned. Then he looked at Starre Lowenthal with", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers." ], [ "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship\n straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it\n tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "Bob nodded grimly. He backed the hauler up about thirty miles, then\n sent it forward again, directly toward the Saylor brothers' ship at ten\n miles per second. And resting on the blunt nose of the ship was the\n \"yo-yo.\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "\"I understand conditions better than you do,\" she said. \"You want\n to move this asteroid from its orbit and haul it back to Earth.", "it, and its inertia was great. And as soon as the little ship came\n spinning back to rest, Bob flung the hauler to a new vantage point and\n again the \"yo-yo\" snapped out.", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating\n gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger", "for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard\n wedding see? We get five hundred and fifty thousand dollars for it!", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't" ], [ "\"So have we,\" Wally Saylor smiled—and his smile remained fixed,\n dangerous. He started moving forward, and the three men in back came", "\"A month!\" Parker burst the word out. He started to sweat, then his\n face became grim. He took two slow steps toward the girl. She blinked", "Bob recognized finality when he saw it. \"Come on, Queazy,\" he said\n fuming. \"Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her", "\"It's obvious,\" drawled Billy Saylor, rocking back and forth on his\n heels, \"that Bob Parker and company have double-crossed us. We'll have\n to take steps.\"", "\"It'll work!\" His gray eyes showed satisfaction. \"Now, if only the\n Saylor brothers are where we calculated!\"", "Murderers, both of them! Up until this time, he had merely thought of\n them as business rivals. If he ever got out of this—", "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier,", "All this had happened in such a short space of time that the Saylor\n brothers must have had only a bare realization of what was going on.", "Her expression darkened as she saw the completely instinctive way he\n was looking at her and her radioed-voice rapped out, \"Now you two boys", "There was little doubt the Saylors' saw their approach. But,\n scornfully, they made no attempt to evade. There was no possible harm", "\"Don't thank me,\" he whispered. \"We'd have both been goners if it\n hadn't been for her. The Saylor brothers left her paralyzed like", "\"Cut the drive!\" he yelled at Queazy. \"I've got it, right on the nose.\n Queazy, my boy, can you imagine it? We're in the dough. Not only that,\n we're rich! Come here!\"", "his throat. Then his eyes started to close, but he imagined that he saw\n a ship, shiny and small, driving toward him, growing in size against", "than their own. The girl turned, too. They heard her gasp. In another\n second, Bob was standing next to her. He turned the audio-switch to his", "the smoking gun from his hand with a sweeping arm. Then something\n crushing seemed to hit him in the stomach, grabbing at his solar", "He did not lose consciousness. He heard voices, Queazy's and the\n girl's, whoever she was. Somebody grabbed hold of his foot. His", "I know is, that maybe we'll get a good idea as we go along. In the\n meantime, Starre—ahem—none of us has eaten in three weeks...?\"", "And this time—collision! Bob yelled as he saw the stern section of the\n Saylor brothers' ship crumple like tissue paper crushed between the", "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "Queazy said simply, \"That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you\n we didn't expect to find someone living here.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the Orthan taking over a human host?", "Lew's memories are intermingling with Thigs, making him feel what?", "What is the major difference between Orthan and Earth culture that appeals to Thig?", "Why does Thig change his mind about the invasion?", "What saves Thig life in his fight with Torp?", "What ultimately brings Torp down?", "Why is Thig's return to Earth bittersweet?", "Why does Thig leave a note at Torp's desk?", "What was it that ultimately converted Thig to being human?" ]

[ [ "To get the full human experience, and understand what makes the planet worthwhile. ", "To investigate the planet without vslling attention, and determine if it's worth colonizing. ", "To assimilate the human host into the Hord, and add to it their knowledge. ", "To examine the memories of the human host, and see what knowledge they have. " ], [ "Worry. He begins to worry that he won't be able to separate from Lew properly later on. ", "Discontent with his regular life as he becomes more enamored with Earth life. ", "Anger at that state of Orthan civilization. ", "Worry. He worries that the Hord will no longer accept him when he returns. " ], [ "Earth people wear clothing, where Orthan people wear none. ", "Orthan people are unsentimental, and after experiencing emotion Thig wants to be rid of it. ", "Earth people enjoy a much more lush planet, with more things to enjoy. ", "Earth people are individuals, capable of making their own decisions in life. " ], [ "He remembers Ellen and the love he felt, and doesn't want to leave. ", "He has forgotten why he lives for the Hord. ", "He contracted a disease while on Earth that's making him make wild decisions. ", "He is fearful that Earth's influence will affect the Orthan as it did him. " ], [ "Torp did not have the strength to kill him, despite hitting him for some time. ", "Thip's body had been left last to be disposed of. ", "Torp allowed his rage to blind him, so he did not realize he left Thig alive. ", "Torp wants to investigate his body for diseases before killing him. " ], [ "He went mad from the same disease that's afflicting Thip. ", "Thip shoots him with a blaster before he can comprehend what happened. ", "His own madness. His overly trained mind can't handle the new circumstances. ", "He was never trained for a situation like this. He's not able to keep up with Thip. " ], [ "His Orthan background will always be at odds with his new life. ", "It's grueling to remember what he did to Terry, and to always have to be him now. ", "Though he wants it, he'll never truly belong. He'll always be an otherworlder. ", "He misses his life as an Orthan, even though he's come to enjoy Earth. " ], [ "He wants to make sure no one comes to invade Earth, and have reason to fear doing so. ", "He wants to warn the other Orthans about the potential dangers of Earth. ", "He wants someone to understand what had happened. ", "He feels badly about killing Kam and Torp, and wants to leave a final message on their behalf. " ], [ "Lewis Terry. Lewis's mind took over his completely. ", "Disease. It was as Torp suspected. Being on Earth affected him too deeply. ", "Comfort. Earth culture is not nearly as controlling as Orthan culture. ", "Love. Love for his new family, and the uncertainties of human life. " ] ]

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[ [ "So it was that the bodies of the Earthman and the Orthan were strapped\n on two parallel tables of chill metal and the twin helmets, linked to\n one another by the intricacies of the psychic relay, put upon their\n heads.", "owed his life. A cool-headed robot of an Orthan would have efficiently\n used the blaster to destroy any possibility of remaining life in his\n unconscious body.", "mentality of all its knowledge. In this way they could learn whether a\n planet was suited for colonization by later swarms of Orthans.", "The Orthan had come to question the sole devotion of the individual to\n the Horde to the exclusion of all other interests. What, he wondered,", "The Earthman was opposite now and he must waste no more precious\n time. The mighty muscles of the Orthan sent him hurtling across the", "Service for the Horde was all that the men of Ortha knew. Carefully\n cultured and brought to life in the laboratories of their Horde, they", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "\"Thig will be this creature!\" announced Torp. \"With a psychic relay we\n will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to", "and the bulbous silvery bulk of the trailer that had been their living\n quarters for almost three months. Strange thoughts were afloat in the\n chaos of his cool Orthan brain.", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "Thig nodded. That would do it. He set the automatic pilot for the\n planet Ortha. Unless a rogue asteroid or a comet crossed the ship's", "the Orthan's vital throat tubes. His fingers and thumb gouged deep into\n Kam's startled throat and choked off any cry for assistance before it\n could be uttered.", "including Ortha, was so well-favored and rich. An expeditionary force\n to wipe the grotesque civilizations of Earth out of existence would,", "There are forces at work upon Earth that we of Ortha have long\n forgotten.\"", "of a superior race? We want their world, and so we will take it. The\n Law of the Horde states that all the universe is ours for the taking.\"", "would one new world—or a hundred—populated by the Hordes add to\n the progress of humanity? For a hundred thousand years the Orthan\n civilization had remained static, its energies directed into certain", "served to jolt his rigidly trained brain from its accustomed groove.\n The shock had been too much for the established thought-processes of\n the Orthan.", "had no mates on Ortha, sex had been overthrown with all the other\n primitive impulses of barbarism; so he was incapable of understanding\n the emotions that swept through his acquired memory." ], [ "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the\n dead Earthman that made him feel so, but he was not too sure. For three", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "Earth-creatures were hugging at his legs. An odd sensation, that his\n acquired memories labeled as pleasure, sent a warm glow upward from\n around his heart.", "A new plot was growing in the brain of Lewis Terry, a yarn about a\n cowboy suddenly transported to another world. He smiled ironically.\n He had seen those other worlds. Perhaps some day he would write about\n them....", "intervening space in two prodigious bounds, and his hands clamped\n across the mouth and neck of the stranger....\nLewis Terry was going fishing. For a week the typewriter mill that had", "deeply. There were tears in the depths of his eyes, then, and memories\n were hot, bitter pains.\nEarth was not far below him. As he let gravity suck him earthward, he", "months he had lived with people who loved, hated, wept and sacrificed\n for reasons that he had never known existed. He had learned the heady\n glory of thinking for himself and making his own decisions. He had", "He thought of the dull greys and blacks of his planet, of the\n monotonous routine of existence that had once been his—and his heart", "Memory was laying the country bare about him, Terry's own childhood\n memories of this particular section of Long Island. Here was the place", "\"Uh huh,\" agreed the pseudo Lewis, memories of the ferocious savages\n and gunmen of his stories rendering him acutely unhappy. Sincerely he\n hoped that the west had reformed.", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "body was strangely exhilerating and heady. It was the newest of the\n emotions he had experienced on Earth since that day, so many months\n before, when he had felt the warmness of Ellen's lips tight against his.", "ground out a thousand assorted yarns of the untamed West and the frigid\n desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "Unsteadily he took her in his arms and felt her warm lips pressed,\n trembling, against his own. That same hot wave of pulsing blood choked\n achingly up into his throat.", "\"Lew, dear,\" Ellen was asking, \"where have you been all day? I called\n up at the landing but you were not there. I wanted to let you know that", "Bam, Bam, Bam, the blood pounded in his ears. Like repeated blows of a\n hammer they shook his booming head. No longer was Torp above him. He" ], [ "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "The Earthman was opposite now and he must waste no more precious\n time. The mighty muscles of the Orthan sent him hurtling across the", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "Thig nodded. That would do it. He set the automatic pilot for the\n planet Ortha. Unless a rogue asteroid or a comet crossed the ship's", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "There are forces at work upon Earth that we of Ortha have long\n forgotten.\"", "including Ortha, was so well-favored and rich. An expeditionary force\n to wipe the grotesque civilizations of Earth out of existence would,", "QUEST OF THIG\nBy BASIL WELLS\nThig of Ortha was the vanguard of the conquering\n\n \"HORDE.\" He had blasted across trackless space", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "mentality of all its knowledge. In this way they could learn whether a\n planet was suited for colonization by later swarms of Orthans.", "The Orthan had come to question the sole devotion of the individual to\n the Horde to the exclusion of all other interests. What, he wondered,", "would one new world—or a hundred—populated by the Hordes add to\n the progress of humanity? For a hundred thousand years the Orthan\n civilization had remained static, its energies directed into certain", "owed his life. A cool-headed robot of an Orthan would have efficiently\n used the blaster to destroy any possibility of remaining life in his\n unconscious body.", "and the bulbous silvery bulk of the trailer that had been their living\n quarters for almost three months. Strange thoughts were afloat in the\n chaos of his cool Orthan brain.", "So it was that the bodies of the Earthman and the Orthan were strapped\n on two parallel tables of chill metal and the twin helmets, linked to\n one another by the intricacies of the psychic relay, put upon their\n heads.", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "So far had Thig the emotionless, robot-being from Ortha drifted from\n the unquestioning worship of the Horde!", "Service for the Horde was all that the men of Ortha knew. Carefully\n cultured and brought to life in the laboratories of their Horde, they", "Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the\n dead Earthman that made him feel so, but he was not too sure. For three" ], [ "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "of course, be necessary before the first units of new Hordes could be\n landed. And there Thig balked. Why must they destroy these people,\n imperfect though their civilization might be, to make room for the", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and\n destroyed Kam. In turn I was forced to slay him. But it is not ended.\n Already I feel the insidious virus of....", "Kam eyed him coldly and lifted a shining hypodermic syringe from its\n case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac\n of the finest members of the Horde.", "\"But why,\" asked Thig slowly, \"could we not disarm all the natives and\n exile them on one of the less desirable continents, Antarctica for", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies" ], [ "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "his skull and in his matted hair. Torp must have thought he had killed\n him with those savage blows upon the head.", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Then a thunderclap exploded against his head and he dropped endlessly\n toward the deck. Blows rained against his skull. He wondered if Torp", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "the metal of the gun making a harsh clang. He heard the feet of Torp\n scuffle out of silence and a choked cry in the man's throat squalled\n out into a senseless whinny.", "for long moments they swayed there, locked together in silent deadly\n struggle. The fate of a world hung in the balance as Kam's other hand\n fought against that lone arm of Thig.", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "Bam, Bam, Bam, the blood pounded in his ears. Like repeated blows of a\n hammer they shook his booming head. No longer was Torp above him. He", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "\"Thig will be this creature!\" announced Torp. \"With a psychic relay we\n will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to", "the skeleton-thing that had been Torp, using the new strength that\n victory had given him to drive him along.", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul\n corruption that swiftly gave way to hardened blobs of dessicated" ], [ "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "his skull and in his matted hair. Torp must have thought he had killed\n him with those savage blows upon the head.", "Then a thunderclap exploded against his head and he dropped endlessly\n toward the deck. Blows rained against his skull. He wondered if Torp", "the metal of the gun making a harsh clang. He heard the feet of Torp\n scuffle out of silence and a choked cry in the man's throat squalled\n out into a senseless whinny.", "Bam, Bam, Bam, the blood pounded in his ears. Like repeated blows of a\n hammer they shook his booming head. No longer was Torp above him. He", "He went to the desk where Torp had been writing in the ship's log and\n read the last few nervously scrawled lines:", "through the refuse lock. Already the body of Kam was gone. He wondered\n why he had been left until last. Perhaps Torp wished to take cultures\n of his blood and tissues to determine whether a disease was responsible", "\"Do not question the word of your commander,\" growled Torp, swelling\n out his thick chest menacingly. \"It is for the good of our people that\n you disguise yourself as an Earthman.\"", "proved too violent and his heart faltered after a time and stopped\n completely. Twice, with subtle drugs they restored pseudo-life to his\n body and kept the electrical impulses throbbing from his tortured", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies", "full into the glaring vacant orbs of his commander. Torp leaned there\n watching him, his breath gurgling brokenly through his deep-bitten", "the skeleton-thing that had been Torp, using the new strength that\n victory had given him to drive him along.", "In a moment he was on his knees crawling across the plates of the deck\n toward the door. Halfway across the floor he collapsed on his face,", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "path she would return safely to Ortha with that mute warning of danger\n on 72-P-3. The body of Torp would help to confirm his final message.", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to" ], [ "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "deeply. There were tears in the depths of his eyes, then, and memories\n were hot, bitter pains.\nEarth was not far below him. As he let gravity suck him earthward, he", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "broad fingers bit deep into the unyielding metal of his chair. Suddenly\n he knew that he must go back to Earth, back to Ellen and the children\n of the man he had helped destroy. He loved Ellen, and nothing must", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and\n painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship\n and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running\n inland to his home.", "He thought of the dull greys and blacks of his planet, of the\n monotonous routine of existence that had once been his—and his heart", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the\n dead Earthman that made him feel so, but he was not too sure. For three", "there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and\n destroyed Kam. In turn I was forced to slay him. But it is not ended.\n Already I feel the insidious virus of....", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "The ship trembled beneath their feet; it tore free from the feeble\n clutch of the sand about it, and they were rocketing skyward. Thig's", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "\"Turn back!\" he cried wildly. \"I must go back to Earth. There is a\n woman there, helpless and alone, who needs me! The Horde does not need\n this planet.\"", "Earth-creatures were hugging at his legs. An odd sensation, that his\n acquired memories labeled as pleasure, sent a warm glow upward from\n around his heart." ], [ "He went to the desk where Torp had been writing in the ship's log and\n read the last few nervously scrawled lines:", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "his skull and in his matted hair. Torp must have thought he had killed\n him with those savage blows upon the head.", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "path she would return safely to Ortha with that mute warning of danger\n on 72-P-3. The body of Torp would help to confirm his final message.", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "the metal of the gun making a harsh clang. He heard the feet of Torp\n scuffle out of silence and a choked cry in the man's throat squalled\n out into a senseless whinny.", "through the refuse lock. Already the body of Kam was gone. He wondered\n why he had been left until last. Perhaps Torp wished to take cultures\n of his blood and tissues to determine whether a disease was responsible", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "\"Do not question the word of your commander,\" growled Torp, swelling\n out his thick chest menacingly. \"It is for the good of our people that\n you disguise yourself as an Earthman.\"", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "Then a thunderclap exploded against his head and he dropped endlessly\n toward the deck. Blows rained against his skull. He wondered if Torp" ], [ "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and\n painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship\n and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running\n inland to his home.", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul\n corruption that swiftly gave way to hardened blobs of dessicated", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the\n dead Earthman that made him feel so, but he was not too sure. For three", "\"Thig will be this creature!\" announced Torp. \"With a psychic relay we\n will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to", "months he had lived with people who loved, hated, wept and sacrificed\n for reasons that he had never known existed. He had learned the heady\n glory of thinking for himself and making his own decisions. He had", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies" ] ]

[ "From the passage, what can be inferred about Retief's personality?", "What can be inferred from the passage about Jorgensen's Worlds?", "How do you think Retief felt during his time on the ship?", "What would have likely happened if Tony had attempted to apprehend and remove Retief himself?", "Why did the guard tell Retief that the schedule for Jorgensen's World was filled up?", "Why did the Captain decide to change course and skip Jorgensen's World?", "What can be inferred about the destination decision at the end of the passsage?", "Why was Retief's mission to Jorgensen's Worlds so important?", "What can be inferred about the personality of Chip?" ]

[ [ "He's a \"hick\" as he is referred ", "He's careful with his decisions", "He's scared to push the buttons on the wrong person", "He's tough and determined " ], [ "It's difficult to locate and makes travel rather uncommon", "Tourists are no longer welcome and travel has been halted.", "It's existence is only known as top-secret so there is no information about it. ", "Ships are unable to land due to too many tourists" ], [ "Overwhelmed by bullies", "Fearful of what he would encounter once they landed", "Scared of what they had planned for him", "Annoyed by the grievance he was receiving. " ], [ "He would see the same fate as the others who had stood against Retief", "Retief would have backed off and accepted he was not welcome", "Retief would have communicated with him and solved their issue", "Tony would have won any kind of fight by using his weapon" ], [ "The gates were closing and he didn't want to take the time for the boarding session", "The VIP accommodation requested no tourists", "He was lazy and didn't want to do his job. ", "There were too many tourists on board already and the ship was full" ], [ "They were avoiding going to Jorgensen's World because of Retief's presence", "The journey was too dangerous and long to travel ", "Alabaster was a better opportunity for all on board", "They had to retreat because of the trouble with the Sweaties" ], [ "They will be turning back around to where they came from and calling off the trip", "Retief will ensure the ship travels to Jorgensen's World, as initially planned", "It's still unclear at the end of the passage ", "They will be traveling to Alabaster in stead, per the Captain's orders" ], [ "He held vital information that could change the picture of the future of the area", "He was a useful aggressor who could take down an entire army if needed", "He was responsible for ensuring that Tony did not enter Jorgensen's Worlds", "He was the only member who was skilled in traveling " ], [ "He was selfish and wanted everyone else to suffer", "He was caring and generous when no one else was", "He was an old, hateful man who didn't appreciate back talk", "He only cared about the food he prepared " ] ]

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[ [ "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "Retief put his bag down. He turned at a sound behind him. A tall,\n florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man\n clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder.", "Retief from the corner of his eye.", "The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark.", "\"Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out.\" He rolled a cold eye at Retief as\n he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared.", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a\n right into the guard's midriff. He stepped aside as the man doubled and\n went to his knees.", "glanced at Retief and went out. The thick-necked man returned.", "Retief glanced at him.\n\n\n The clerk nipped off a ragged corner with rabbitlike front teeth and\n spat it on the floor.\n\n\n \"Was there something?\" he said.", "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced.", "The clerk looked up and opened his mouth. Then he caught Retief's eye,\n closed his mouth and swallowed.", "\"Is this the joker?\" he grated.\n\n\n The thick-necked man edged past him, looked at Retief and snorted,\n \"That's him, sure.\"", "\"Close the door as you leave,\" Retief said.\n\n\n The thick-necked man paused at the door. \"We'll see you when you come\n out.\"\nIII", "Retief looked at Mr. Tony, still standing open-mouthed.\n\n\n \"You can take your playmates away now, Tony,\" he said. \"And don't\n bother to come around yourself. You're not funny enough.\"", "Chip looked at Retief. \"You ain't no tourist, Mister. I know that much.\n You didn't come out here for fun, did you?\"" ], [ "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "\"I'll bet you can still handle it, Old Timer. What are Jorgensen's\n Worlds like?\"", "\"Sure. What have they got against my going to Jorgensen's Worlds?\"", "\"I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said. \"I remember an\n agent, a big blond fellow, very quick on the uptake. A wizard with\n cards and dice. Never played for money, though.\"", "\"A show of resistance at this point is necessary. Unfortunately,\n Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. They're", "would be good to know what Jorgensen's Worlds would be up against.", "opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they\n intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force.\"", "\"The orders cap'n give was to change course fer Alabaster. We're\n by-passin' Jorgensen's Worlds. We'll feel the course change any minute.\"", "\"Instead of strangling you, as you deserve,\" he said, \"I'm going to\n stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen's Worlds.\"", "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "\"The allusion escapes me,\" Magnan said coldly. \"And one last word. The\n Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't\n get yourself interned.\"", "Terrestrials who've been advising the Soetti.\" He folded another\n finger. \"Next, a battle plan for the Jorgensen's people, worked out by", "Jorgies live on Svea; that's the least froze up. Man don't enjoy eatin'\n his own cookin' like he does somebody else's.\"", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"I hear you're planning a course change, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You've got damn big ears.\"\n\n\n \"I think we'd better call in at Jorgensen's.\"", "\"Where are the passengers we have aboard headed?\"\n\n\n \"To Alabaster. That's nine days' run in-sector from Jorgensen's. You\n ain't got another one of them cigars, have you?\"", "\"Two twenty-eight, due out today for the Jorgensen group,\" Retief said.\n \"Is it on schedule?\"", "\"There are four planets in the group,\" he said. \"Two double planets,\n all rather close to an unimportant star listed as DRI-G 33987. They're", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "\"Umm,\" Magnan said. \"Don't make the error of personalizing this\n situation, Retief. Overall policy calls for a defense of these\n backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its\n natural course, as always.\"" ], [ "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "The captain looked at Retief. He laughed, a short bark.", "\"I'll think of something,\" Retief said. \"This is shaping up into one of\n those long days.\"", "Retief sat relaxed and said nothing. Just before the silence grew\n awkward, Magnan went on.", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "Retief nodded, opened the door and stepped into the cabin. The captain\n looked up from his desk, then jumped up.\n\n\n \"What do you think you're doing, busting in here?\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief.", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform\n and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male\n passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional\n glances Retief's way.", "\"Power Section, this is the captain,\" he said. Retief reached across\n the desk, gripped the captain's wrist.\n\n\n \"Tell the mate to hold his present course,\" he said softly.", "Retief looked up. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a\n blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye\n stared at Retief.", "Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets\n inside.\n\n\n \"Less than four hours to departure time,\" he said. \"I'd better not\n start any long books.\"", "Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the\n counter, studying the schedules chalked on the board under the legend", "the open door, looking at Retief. Retief looked back. The florid man\n clamped his jaws together, turned to speak over his shoulder.", "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced.", "\"Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out.\" He rolled a cold eye at Retief as\n he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared.", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in" ], [ "\"Aim that at me, and I'll kill you,\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Go on, burn him!\" Mr. Tony shouted. Behind him, the captain appeared,\n white-faced.", "Retief looked at Mr. Tony, still standing open-mouthed.\n\n\n \"You can take your playmates away now, Tony,\" he said. \"And don't\n bother to come around yourself. You're not funny enough.\"", "\"Too bad,\" Retief said. \"Finders keepers.\"\n\n\n \"You nuts?\" The thick-necked man stared at Retief. \"I said it's Mr.\n Tony's room.\"", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "Retief finished the steak, and the chef passed out the baked Alaska and\n coffee. Most of the other passengers had left the dining room. Mr. Tony\n and his retainers still sat at the Captain's table.", "\"Okay,\" Retief said. \"I've seen it. You can take it away now.\"\n\"Don't horse around,\" the captain said. \"This fellow can get mean.\"", "\"Somebody in the cabin. Get 'em out.\" He rolled a cold eye at Retief as\n he backed out of the room. A short, thick-necked man appeared.", "\"If I have to come around this counter,\" Retief said, \"I'll feed that\n thumb to you the hard way.\"", "\"What has Mr. Tony got on the captain, Chip?\" Retief asked.\n\n\n \"They're in some kind o' crooked business together. You want some more\n smoked turkey?\"", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"Let go my hand, buster,\" the captain snarled. Eyes on Retief's, he\n eased a drawer open with his left hand, reached in. Retief kneed the\n drawer. The captain yelped and dropped the mike.", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in", "Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a\n right into the guard's midriff. He stepped aside as the man doubled and\n went to his knees.", "Retief sat up and reached for a cigar.\n\n\n \"Mr. Tony and Skaw were pals, eh?\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "\"You're right,\" Retief said. \"If I work at it, I might manage a\n snootful by takeoff.\" He went to the door. \"No objection to my checking\n out a needler, is there?\"", "\"You shoulda had that door locked.\" He stood by the door, listening,\n then turned to Retief.\n\n\n \"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "With a flick of the wrist, Retief tossed the coffee into the thug's\n face, then stood and slammed a straight right to the chin. The thug\n went down." ], [ "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "\"Two twenty-eight, due out today for the Jorgensen group,\" Retief said.\n \"Is it on schedule?\"", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "\"I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said. \"I remember an\n agent, a big blond fellow, very quick on the uptake. A wizard with\n cards and dice. Never played for money, though.\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "The clerk sampled the inside of his right cheek, eyed Retief. \"Filled\n up. Try again in a couple of weeks.\"\n\n\n \"What time does it leave?\"", "\"You shoulda had that door locked.\" He stood by the door, listening,\n then turned to Retief.\n\n\n \"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?\"", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"We'll see about you, mister.\" The man turned and went out. Retief\n sat on the bunk and lit a cigar. There was a sound of voices in", "\"If you'll excuse me,\" Retief said, \"I want to catch a nap.\" He flipped\n the door shut, pulled off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.\nFive minutes passed before the door rattled and burst open.", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"", "\"He's dead.\" The captain stared at Retief. \"We're all dead men,\" he\n said. \"These Soetti got no mercy.\"", "\"Umm,\" Magnan said. \"Don't make the error of personalizing this\n situation, Retief. Overall policy calls for a defense of these\n backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its\n natural course, as always.\"", "\"This is open aggression, Retief,\" he said, \"in case I haven't made\n myself clear. Aggression on Terrestrial-occupied territory by an alien\n species. Obviously, we can't allow it.\"", "Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the\n counter, studying the schedules chalked on the board under the legend", "\"You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain,\" Retief said.\n \"We're due to lift in twenty minutes.\"", "\"Whassat?\"\n\n\n \"A gram confirming my space,\" Retief said. \"Your boy on the counter\n says he's out to lunch.\"", "\"Is this the joker?\" he grated.\n\n\n The thick-necked man edged past him, looked at Retief and snorted,\n \"That's him, sure.\"", "\"You'll be traveling with Class X credentials,\" Magnan snapped. \"There\n must be nothing to connect you with the Corps.\"\n\n\n \"They'll never guess,\" Retief said. \"I'll pose as a gentleman.\"" ], [ "\"The orders cap'n give was to change course fer Alabaster. We're\n by-passin' Jorgensen's Worlds. We'll feel the course change any minute.\"", "\"Instead of strangling you, as you deserve,\" he said, \"I'm going to\n stay here and help you hold your course for Jorgensen's Worlds.\"", "\"I hear you're planning a course change, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You've got damn big ears.\"\n\n\n \"I think we'd better call in at Jorgensen's.\"", "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief.", "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "\"The allusion escapes me,\" Magnan said coldly. \"And one last word. The\n Soetti are patrolling the trade lanes into Jorgensen's Worlds; don't\n get yourself interned.\"", "opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they\n intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force.\"", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"Maybe I can run a bluff on the Soetti,\" the captain said, looking back\n from the door. \"But I'll be back to see you later.\"", "\"That's where I'm lucky, Chip. What kind of cargo's the captain got\n aboard for Jorgensen's?\"", "\"Where are the passengers we have aboard headed?\"\n\n\n \"To Alabaster. That's nine days' run in-sector from Jorgensen's. You\n ain't got another one of them cigars, have you?\"", "\"A show of resistance at this point is necessary. Unfortunately,\n Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. They're", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"", "\"Power Section, this is the captain,\" he said. Retief reached across\n the desk, gripped the captain's wrist.\n\n\n \"Tell the mate to hold his present course,\" he said softly.", "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "\"Sure. What have they got against my going to Jorgensen's Worlds?\"", "\"Not on this vessel, you won't,\" the captain said shakily. \"I got my\n charter to consider.\"" ], [ "\"You do, huh?\" the captain sat down. \"I'm in command of this vessel,\"\n he said. \"I'm changing course for Alabaster.\"", "\"Where are the passengers we have aboard headed?\"\n\n\n \"To Alabaster. That's nine days' run in-sector from Jorgensen's. You\n ain't got another one of them cigars, have you?\"", "Retief put down the heavy travel-battered suitcase and leaned on the\n counter, studying the schedules chalked on the board under the legend", "\"Up there.\" The boy jerked his head and hurried on. Retief made his way\n along the narrow hall, found signs, followed them to cabin fifty-seven.", "\"Well,\" the clerk said. \"Gate 19,\" he added quickly. \"But—\"\n\n\n Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign\n reading\nTo Gates 16-30\n.", "Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets\n inside.\n\n\n \"Less than four hours to departure time,\" he said. \"I'd better not\n start any long books.\"", "\"Well,\" he said. \"If it's trapped for destruction, I suppose—\"", "\"Deal me out,\" the bouncer said. \"He can stay put as long as he wants\n to. I signed on to move cargo. Let's go, Moe.\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "a little and see what's goin' on. If the Sweaties figure to do anything\n about that Skaw feller they'll have to move fast; they won't try\n nothin' close to port.\"", "Magnan looked up. \"I suppose not. What do you want with it?\"\n\n\n \"Just a feeling I've got.\"\n\n\n \"Please yourself.\"", "\"Maybe it was a good thought, at that. Which way to the Captain's\n cabin?\"\n\"This is it,\" Chip said softly. \"You want me to keep an eye on who\n comes down the passage?\"", "\"I have your itinerary here. Your accommodations are clear as far as\n Aldo Cerise. You'll have to rely on your ingenuity to get you the rest\n of the way.\"", "\"Looks like it, old-timer,\" Retief said. \"Maybe I'd better go join the\n skipper. His party seems to be having all the fun.\"", "\"That's a pretty rough trip, Mr. Councillor. Suppose I don't make it?\"", "\"Like it says there,\" he said, jerking a thumb at the board. \"Lifts in\n an hour. But you won't be on it,\" he added.\n\n\n Retief looked at him.", "Retief finished the steak, and the chef passed out the baked Alaska and\n coffee. Most of the other passengers had left the dining room. Mr. Tony\n and his retainers still sat at the Captain's table.", "At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform\n and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male\n passengers. He talked loudly and laughed frequently, casting occasional\n glances Retief's way.", "The clerk sampled the inside of his right cheek, eyed Retief. \"Filled\n up. Try again in a couple of weeks.\"\n\n\n \"What time does it leave?\"", "\"Derned if I know. In and out o' there like a grasshopper, ever few\n weeks. Don't never pick up no cargo. No tourists any more, like I says.\n Don't know what we even run in there for.\"" ], [ "\"Which gate?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"For ... ah...?\"\n\n\n \"For the two twenty-eight for Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said.", "called Jorgensen's Worlds, and in themselves are of no importance\n whatever. However, they lie deep in the sector into which the Soetti\n have been penetrating.", "Retief ate slowly. Time always dragged on shipboard. Four days to\n Jorgensen's Worlds. Then, if Magnan's information was correct,", "\"Umm,\" Magnan said. \"Don't make the error of personalizing this\n situation, Retief. Overall policy calls for a defense of these\n backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its\n natural course, as always.\"", "\"This is open aggression, Retief,\" he said, \"in case I haven't made\n myself clear. Aggression on Terrestrial-occupied territory by an alien\n species. Obviously, we can't allow it.\"", "\"I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds,\" Retief said. \"I remember an\n agent, a big blond fellow, very quick on the uptake. A wizard with\n cards and dice. Never played for money, though.\"", "opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they\n intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force.\"", "\"I wouldn't find it convenient to go to Alabaster,\" Retief said. \"So\n just hold your course for Jorgensen's.\"\n\n\n \"Not bloody likely.\"", "\"A show of resistance at this point is necessary. Unfortunately,\n Jorgensen's Worlds are technologically undeveloped areas. They're", "\"I have here,\" he said solemnly, \"information which will change that\n picture completely.\" He leaned back and blinked at Retief.", "\"Cart poor old Skaw back to his boat,\" Retief said. \"Tell him to pass\n the word. No more illegal entry and search of Terrestrial vessels in\n Terrestrial space.\"", "\"Two twenty-eight, due out today for the Jorgensen group,\" Retief said.\n \"Is it on schedule?\"", "\"You'll be traveling with Class X credentials,\" Magnan snapped. \"There\n must be nothing to connect you with the Corps.\"\n\n\n \"They'll never guess,\" Retief said. \"I'll pose as a gentleman.\"", "\"This is no occasion for flippancy, Retief. In the wrong hands, this\n information could be catastrophic. You'll memorize it before you leave\n this building.\"", "\"You'd better be getting back to the bridge, Captain,\" Retief said.\n \"We're due to lift in twenty minutes.\"", "\"It's eighteen hours yet before we pick up Jorgensen Control. You going\n to sit here and bend my arm the whole time?\"\n\n\n Retief released the captain's wrist and turned to the door.", "\"You shoulda had that door locked.\" He stood by the door, listening,\n then turned to Retief.\n\n\n \"You want to get to Jorgensen's perty bad, don't you, Mister?\"", "The captain groaned and picked up the mike. \"Captain to Power Section,\"\n he said. \"Hold your present course until you hear from me.\" He dropped\n the mike and looked up at Retief.", "Magnan looked sour. \"Someone at a policy-making level has chosen to put\n all our eggs in one basket, Retief. I hope their confidence in you is\n not misplaced.\"", "\"You busted it, you—\"\n\n\n \"And one to go,\" Retief said. \"Tell him.\"\n\n\n \"I'm an officer of the Merchant Service!\"" ], [ "\"Chip, you're a genius.\"\n\n\n \"Like to see a feller eat,\" Chip said. \"I gotta go now. If you need\n anything, holler.\"", "\"Hey,\" Chip said. \"He's quit kicking.\"\n\n\n The captain bent over Skaw, gingerly rolled him over. He leaned close\n and sniffed.", "\"It's me, Mister. Chip.\"\n\n\n \"Come on in.\"\n\n\n The chef entered the room, locking the door.", "\"Don't be no dumber than you got to, Cap'n,\" Chip said. \"Sweaties die\n easy; that's the secret.\"", "\"That's right, Chip.\"", "\"I'm Chip,\" the chef said. \"I don't like the Cap'n. You can tell him I", "\"They got to look you over,\" Chip whispered. \"Nosy damn Sweaties.\"\n\n\n \"Unlock it, Chip.\" The chef opened the door.", "\"Maybe it was a good thought, at that. Which way to the Captain's\n cabin?\"\n\"This is it,\" Chip said softly. \"You want me to keep an eye on who\n comes down the passage?\"", "\"I usta be about your size, when I was your age,\" Chip said. \"You\n handled them pansies right. I wouldn't give 'em the time o' day.\"", "\"Here you go, Mister,\" Chip said. Retief darted a glance; a well-honed\n french knife lay on the sill.", "\"They act scared, Chip. Scared men are killers.\"", "\"Have one, Chip. I guess I was lucky to get space on this ship.\"", "\"They don't like me bringing yer meals to you in yer cabin,\" Chip said.\n \"But the cap'n knows I'm the best cook in the Merchant Service. They", "\"Chip, I'm locking the door. You circulate around, let me know what's\n going on. Bring me a pot of coffee every so often. I'm sitting up with\n a sick friend.\"", "\"How about a fresh cup of coffee, Chip?\" Retief said.\n\n\n \"Sure, Mister. Anything else?\"", "\"They don't scare me none.\" Chip picked up the tray. \"I'll scout around", "\"I ain't superstitious ner nothin',\" Chip said. \"But I'll be\n triple-damned if that ain't them boarding us now.\"", "Chip looked at Retief. \"You ain't no tourist, Mister. I know that much.\n You didn't come out here for fun, did you?\"", "\"You don't scare us, Cap'n,\" Chip said. \"Him and Mr. Tony and all his", "\"You've got the right idea on frying a steak, Chip. And you've got the\n right idea on the Soetti, too,\" Retief said. He poured red wine into a\n glass. \"Here's to you.\"" ] ]

[ "Why was Queazy given his said nickname?", "Why were Parker and Queazy voyaging on the trip looking for an asteroid?", "What would have likely happened had Parker and Queazy or the Saylor brothers never located the asteroid?", "Why was Mr. Burnside so determined to have such a large and specific asteroid delivered to his backyard?", "How long were Parker, Queazy and Starre floating around in space while unconcious?", "What gave Starre the right to claim the asteroid as her own when Parker and Queazy arrived?", "How was Queazy able to determine how long the trio were floating around in space before waking?", "What was the indication in the passage to show that Starre was aware of Parker's newfound love for her?", "What can be determined would happen after Parker and Queazy retrieved the asteroid?", "Had Starre not been able to rescue herself, Parker, and Queazy, what would have likely happened to them after the Saylor brothers attack?" ]

[ [ "Because his name was Quentin Zuyler", "Because no one could recall his real name. ", "Because he had been known for being whimsical", "Because he often became queasy while flying" ], [ "The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co. was in difficult competition with Saylor & Saylor to get to it first. ", "The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co. had to have it to prove their business was legitimate. ", "From the request of Andrew Burnside to purchase it", "From the request of Andrew Burnside to destroy it" ], [ "Starre would have been able to call off the wedding to Mac. ", "They would have received their payment anyways because of their long travel in space. ", "Mr. Burnside would have traveled to get the asteroid himself. ", "The wedding would have been held on a different asteroid that looked similar. " ], [ "He didn't actually want it, he just wanted the Saylor brothers and Parker and Queazy to be occupied. ", "He had previously had one that was similar and wanted another for reminiscing. ", "He wanted something more grand and valuable than anyone else.", "His granddaughter had requested one for her wedding. " ], [ "Three days ", "Three days", "One week", "Three weeks" ], [ "She had made a deal with the Interplanetary Commission.", "Her grandfather had purchased the asteroid for her. ", "By common law, asteroids up to a certain size belong to whoever happens to be on them.", "She had signed an interplanetary lease agreement. " ], [ "From the chronometer", "By how much fuel was left in their ship", "From how much oxygen was left in their suits", "By his declared level of hunger" ], [ "His decision to not deliver the asteroid to her grandfather for the wedding. ", "His protectiveness over her towards Queazy.", "His determination to help her stop the wedding to Mac. ", "His affection while teaching her about the mechanics of the hauler. " ], [ "They would retrieve it and sell it to Mr. Burnside for their large profit", "They would end up losing it while traveling back to Earth. ", "They would return it to space and Starre would continue to live on it. ", "They would return it to space and return empty handed" ], [ "They would have eventually orbited back to their ship", "They would have reached their ship for more oxygen . ", "They would have died from starvation or lack of oxygen.", "They would have been lost in space alone forever. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Thanks, Queazy,\" he said huskily.\n\n\n Queazy was bending over him, his anxiety clearing away from his\n suddenly brightening face.", "\"Queazy!\" he whispered. \"Queazy! I'm running out of air!\"", "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "He disappeared from the room. \"Queazy!\" he shouted. \"\nQueazy, I've got\n it!\n\"", "Queazy was across the room in two running strides. He threw in the\n telaudio and almost immediately, Wally Saylor's big body built up in\n the plate. Wally Saylor's face was quivering with wrath.", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "\"Ma'am,\" said Bob, blinking, \"did you say something?\"\n\n\n Queazy made a gulping sound and slowly straightened. He automatically\n reached up as if he would take off his hat and twist it in his hands.", "He turned angrily, but Queazy grabbed his arm, his mouth falling open.\n He pointed off into space, beyond the girl.\n\n\n \"What's that?\" he whispered.", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "\"Cut the drive!\" he yelled at Queazy. \"I've got it, right on the nose.\n Queazy, my boy, can you imagine it? We're in the dough. Not only that,\n we're rich! Come here!\"", "\"Who's Mac?\" Queazy demanded.", "Queazy said simply, \"That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you\n we didn't expect to find someone living here.\"", "Bob looked at Queazy dismally. \"The old balance-wheel,\" he groaned at\n Starre. \"He's always pulling me up short when I go off half-cocked. All", "Queazy's big hand gripped his shoulder. \"Go to it, Bob!\"", "What had happened to Queazy he didn't know. He felt so horribly sick,\n he didn't care. Then—lights out.", "He did not lose consciousness. He heard voices, Queazy's and the\n girl's, whoever she was. Somebody grabbed hold of his foot. His", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "Bob recognized finality when he saw it. \"Come on, Queazy,\" he said\n fuming. \"Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her" ], [ "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first", "Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating\n gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger", "for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard\n wedding see? We get five hundred and fifty thousand dollars for it!", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "Bob Parker's gorge rose. \"Scram,\" he said coldly. \"We've got an\n ethergram direct from Andrew S. Burnside ordering this asteroid.\"", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate" ], [ "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "about convincing the Saylor brothers they ought to let us have the\n asteroid back? Remember, commercial ships aren't allowed to carry\n long-range weapons. And we couldn't ram the Saylor brothers' ship—not", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't", "Bob nodded grimly. He backed the hauler up about thirty miles, then\n sent it forward again, directly toward the Saylor brothers' ship at ten\n miles per second. And resting on the blunt nose of the ship was the\n \"yo-yo.\"", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier,", "rich man who had decided to hold a wedding on top of an asteroid.\n Unfortunately, other interplanetary moving companies had cashed in on\n that brainstorm, chiefly the firm of the Saylor brothers—which persons", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "long, spiraling orbit. We can go direct and probably catch up with them\n a few hundred thousand miles this side of Earth. And we can have a\n fling at getting the asteroid back!\"" ], [ "ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. It\n was, plainly, a hair-brained request. And yet, if by some chance\n there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first", "Received your advertising literature a week ago. Would like to state\n that yes I would like an asteroid in my back yard. Must meet following\n specifications: 506 feet length, long enough for wedding procession;", "\"That's right,\" Bob said grimly. \"We're in business. For us, it's a\n matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is", "for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard\n wedding see? We get five hundred and fifty thousand dollars for it!", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "Bob Parker's gorge rose. \"Scram,\" he said coldly. \"We've got an\n ethergram direct from Andrew S. Burnside ordering this asteroid.\"", "of an asteroid with those measurements and made of iron ore, tungsten,\n and so forth. He agreed so fast he scared me, and just to make sure\n that if somebody\ndid", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "\"No!\" she exclaimed. \"No. My grandfather didn't even know there was an\n asteroid like this. But I did, long before he ordered it from you—or", "bitterly, \"the Saylor brothers! I guess Granddad wanted to make sure\n the asteroid was delivered, so he gave the order to several companies.\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "and picked out an asteroid that was shaped so a wedding could take\n place on it. I took the measurements and the composition, then I told\n my grandfather I'd marry Mac if the wedding was in the back yard on top", "did\nfind the asteroid in time they wouldn't be able\n to get it back to Earth, I came out here and decided to live here.", "smiled sweetly \"—it may interest you to know that if I let you have\n the asteroid you'll save your business, but I'll meet a fate worse than\n death! So that's that.\"", "as the asteroid below—47.05 miles per second. He came slogging back\n excitedly, put his eyes to the eyepiece. He gasped, and his big body", "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "\"I understand conditions better than you do,\" she said. \"You want\n to move this asteroid from its orbit and haul it back to Earth.", "asteroid, was plainly flabbergasted. Not in his wildest imaginings had\n he thought they would actually find what they were looking for." ], [ "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "\"How long were we floating around out there?\"\n\n\n \"Three weeks, according to the chronometer. The Saylor boys gave us a\n stiff shot.\"", "Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating\n gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger", "Bob Parker came to, the emptiness of remote starlight in his face. He\n opened his eyes. He was slowly revolving on an axis. Sometimes the Sun", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "cosmic dimensions, while Starre and Queazy stood over him bursting into\n strange, delighted squeals of laughter whenever the yo-yo reached the\n end of its double cable and started rolling back up to the ship. Queazy", "That meant he had been floating around out here—how long? Days at\n least—maybe weeks! It was evident that somebody had given him a dose\n of spastic rays, enough to screw up every muscle in his body to the", "and lost her composure and unconsciously backed up two steps. About\n twenty steps away was her small dumbbell-shaped ship, so shiny and\n unscarred that it reflected starlight in highlights from its curved", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "There was no answer from Queazy. With sick eyes, Bob studied the\n oxygen indicator. There was only five pounds pressure. Five pounds!", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "out two space-suits. Moments later, they were outside the ship, with\n star-powdered infinity spread to all sides.", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "us, and when she woke up she was on a slow orbit around her ship.\n She unstrapped her holster and threw it away from her and it gave\n her enough reaction to reach the ship. She got inside and used the", "The excited cry came from Starre. But Bob swore. The dumbbell ship\n reached the end of its cables, falling a bare twenty feet short of" ], [ "Asteroids up to a certain size belong to whoever happens to be on them,\n by common law.... So I had everything figured out—except,\" she added", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "\"I said,\" remarked the girl, \"that you should scram off of my asteroid.\n And quit poking around at it with that spectroscope. I've already taken", "Bob Parker's gorge rose. \"Scram,\" he said coldly. \"We've got an\n ethergram direct from Andrew S. Burnside ordering this asteroid.\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating\n gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "\"There's your ship, Starre.\" He jabbed his finger at it. \"I've got a\n feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "\"No!\" she exclaimed. \"No. My grandfather didn't even know there was an\n asteroid like this. But I did, long before he ordered it from you—or" ], [ "\"How long were we floating around out there?\"\n\n\n \"Three weeks, according to the chronometer. The Saylor boys gave us a\n stiff shot.\"", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in\n such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "There was no answer from Queazy. With sick eyes, Bob studied the\n oxygen indicator. There was only five pounds pressure. Five pounds!", "\"Queazy!\" he whispered. \"Queazy! I'm running out of air!\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at\n him curiously, but unhappily. Her space-suit was off. She was wearing", "He turned angrily, but Queazy grabbed his arm, his mouth falling open.\n He pointed off into space, beyond the girl.\n\n\n \"What's that?\" he whispered.", "cosmic dimensions, while Starre and Queazy stood over him bursting into\n strange, delighted squeals of laughter whenever the yo-yo reached the\n end of its double cable and started rolling back up to the ship. Queazy", "Queazy looked from one to another of them. He waved his hand scornfully\n at Bob. \"You're plain nuts,\" he complained. \"How do you propose to go", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "He did not lose consciousness. He heard voices, Queazy's and the\n girl's, whoever she was. Somebody grabbed hold of his foot. His", "That meant he had been floating around out here—how long? Days at\n least—maybe weeks! It was evident that somebody had given him a dose\n of spastic rays, enough to screw up every muscle in his body to the", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "Queazy said simply, \"That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you\n we didn't expect to find someone living here.\"" ], [ "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "Starre apparently knew he was in love with her, too, for on the fifth\n day Bob was teaching her the mechanics of operating the hauler, and she\n gently lifted his hand from a finger-switch.", "shake. He took her hand. \"Starre,\" he said desperately, \"I've got to\n tell you something—\"", "\"There's your ship, Starre.\" He jabbed his finger at it. \"I've got a\n feeling—and I can't put the thought into concrete words—that somehow", "\"A month!\" Parker burst the word out. He started to sweat, then his\n face became grim. He took two slow steps toward the girl. She blinked", "Starre got the idea. She smiled dazzlingly and vanished toward the\n galley.", "Bob Parker came to, the emptiness of remote starlight in his face. He\n opened his eyes. He was slowly revolving on an axis. Sometimes the Sun", "Bob Parker made a gurgling sound. A voice came again, washed with\n static, far away, burbling, but excited. Bob made a rattling sound in", "abreast, forming a semi-circle which slowly closed in. Bob Parker gave\n back a step, as he saw their intentions.", "Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, \"Attaboy, Bob! This\n time we'll knock 'em out of the sky!\"", "Her expression darkened as she saw the completely instinctive way he\n was looking at her and her radioed-voice rapped out, \"Now you two boys", "The \"yo-yo\" struck again, but Bob Parker maneuvered its speed in\n such a manner that it struck in the same place as before, but not as", "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier,", "\"\nOuch!\n\" Bob groaned. Then he looked at Starre Lowenthal with", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "inside his suit. He couldn't think of anything pertinent to say. He\n knew that he was slowly working up a blush. Mildly speaking, the\n girl was beautiful, and though only her carefully made-up face was", "Bob Parker said, in astonishment, \"Hell! There's something screwy about\n this business. Look at that point—\"", "\"Wait a minute,\" Bob Parker begged nervously. \"I want to make some\n conversation, lady. I'm sure you don't understand the conditions—\"", "\"Right,\" he said unsteadily. \"Anyway, Starre, as I was saying, this\n ship operates according to the reverse Fitzgerald Contraction Formula.", "\"Have it your way,\" Bob Parker sang, happily. He threw the ethergram\n to the winds and it fell gently to the deck-plates. While Queazy—so" ], [ "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Queazy straightened. A slow, likeable smile wreathed his tanned face.\n \"Better take it easy,\" he advised, \"until I land the ship and we use\n the atomic whirl spectroscope to determine the composition of the\n asteroid.\"", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to\n Satterfield City and work the rest of our lives in the glass factories.\n Don't we, Queazy?\"", "He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they\n hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid\n qualifications Burnside had set down.", "an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But\n to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. We got an order", "would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using\n their mass-detectors in a weight-elimination process, seemed like\n an incredible stroke of luck. For there are literally millions of", "is,\" she said huskily. \"What—what will they do?\"\nBob Parker didn't answer. The big ship had landed, and little blue\n sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic", "They weren't where Bob and Queazy had calculated, as they had\n discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid", "Bob Parker's stomach caved in. A few hundred feet away, floating\n gently toward the asteroid, came another ship—a ship a trifle bigger", "Neither he nor Queazy had the opportunity to observe the pointer any\n further. A cold, completely disagreeable feminine voice said,\n\n\n \"May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?\"", "no asteroid, no girl, no Queazy. He was alone in the vastness of space.\n Alone in a space-suit.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "Oh, Lord, that this should happen! Somewhere along the line, we've been\n double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't", "\"\nIt was Queazy who got into his space-suit and did the welding job,\n fastening two huge supra-steel \"eyes\" onto the dumbbell-shaped ship's", "long, spiraling orbit. We can go direct and probably catch up with them\n a few hundred thousand miles this side of Earth. And we can have a\n fling at getting the asteroid back!\"", "Bob swore under his breath. He went reeling across to a port, and was\n gratified to see his and Queazy's big interplanetary hauler floating\n only a few hundred feet away. He swung around, looked at Queazy.", "between them and the deadly missile. But it was clumsy evasion, for\n the asteroid was several times as massive as the ship which was towing", "The \"asteroid in your back yard\" idea had been Bob Parker's originally.\n Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first", "But by the time the \"yo-yo\" was flung at them again, this time with\n better calculations, they managed to put the firmly held asteroid" ], [ "\"Don't thank me,\" he whispered. \"We'd have both been goners if it\n hadn't been for her. The Saylor brothers left her paralyzed like", "air in the first place. He pleaded continually for Queazy, hoping\n that somehow Queazy could help, when probably Queazy was in the same\n condition. He ripped out wild curses directed at the Saylor brothers.", "heavily, then rebounded and came spinning back with perfect, sparkling\n precision. And even before it snugged itself into its berth, it was\n apparent that the Saylor brothers had given up. Like a wounded terrier,", "All this had happened in such a short space of time that the Saylor\n brothers must have had only a bare realization of what was going on.", "Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to\n get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get\n wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits.", "Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five\n days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth;\n probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't", "There was little doubt the Saylors' saw their approach. But,\n scornfully, they made no attempt to evade. There was no possible harm", "Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, \"Attaboy, Bob! This\n time we'll knock 'em out of the sky!\"", "Queazy. Queazy got the idea, urged his immense body into motion. He\n hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid\n and threw him away, into space. He yelled with triumph.", "\"So have we,\" Wally Saylor smiled—and his smile remained fixed,\n dangerous. He started moving forward, and the three men in back came", "It was Bob Parker's misfortune that he didn't carry a weapon. Each of\n these men carried one or more, plainly visible. But he was thinking of", "I know is, that maybe we'll get a good idea as we go along. In the\n meantime, Starre—ahem—none of us has eaten in three weeks...?\"", "Bob nodded grimly. He backed the hauler up about thirty miles, then\n sent it forward again, directly toward the Saylor brothers' ship at ten\n miles per second. And resting on the blunt nose of the ship was the\n \"yo-yo.\"", "shake. He took her hand. \"Starre,\" he said desperately, \"I've got to\n tell you something—\"", "\"We have to work fast,\" Bob stammered, sweating. He got within\n naked-eye distance of the Saylor brothers' ship. Below, Earth was", "The three men behind the Saylor twins broke into rough, chuckling\n laughter.", "Queazy said simply, \"That's right, miss. We're in a spot. I assure you\n we didn't expect to find someone living here.\"", "\"Thanks, Queazy,\" he said huskily.\n\n\n Queazy was bending over him, his anxiety clearing away from his\n suddenly brightening face.", "He did not lose consciousness. He heard voices, Queazy's and the\n girl's, whoever she was. Somebody grabbed hold of his foot. His", "\"It'll work!\" His gray eyes showed satisfaction. \"Now, if only the\n Saylor brothers are where we calculated!\"" ] ]

[ "What was Lewis doing when he was captured by Thig?", "Why was Thig informed that he should be camouflaged as a human?", "How long did Thig spend traveling with Ellen while posing as Lewis?", "What would happen if Lewis did not finish his short stories in the timeline he was given?", "What did Torp and Kam plan to do while Thig was posing as Lewis?", "Why was Thig so confused by the overwhelming senses he felt when he saw Ellen while posing a Lewis?", "Why did Torp feel it was necessary to test Thig's blood for disease after he returned?", "Why did Thig react with violence towards Kam while they were traveling back to Ortha?", "What would have likely happened if Thig had allowed the crew to return information to Ortha that Earth was habitable?" ]

[ [ "Going swimming", "Going fishing", "Trying to type on his typewriter", "Finalizing a novelet" ], [ "So that he could scout out the surroundings without suspicions", "So that he could learn the inner thoughts of humans.", "So that no one would know that Lewis was taken.", "So that he could impersonate Lewis and fool his family." ], [ "Four weeks", "Twelve weeks", "Four months", "Two weeks" ], [ "He would lose his typewriter", "The trip with Ellen would be off.", "Outlaws would be raiding his trailer home", "He would be fired from his job" ], [ "Report back to the rest of the Orthans that they were making progress", "Try to cover up the death of Lewis ", "Scout out the other two inner planets", "Wait in the ship for the next call to action" ], [ "She looked familiar to him", "Men had no mates on Ortha", "He had never seen a woman in person and was mesmorized by her beauty", "He felt overwhelmed by sadness for her due to the unknown death of her husband." ], [ "Thig did not want to return to Ortha.", "Thig seemed to be sick after he returned.", "Thig had become sentimental over the people of Earth.", "Thig's eyes were roaming and he seemed disoriented." ], [ "He wanted to return to Earth and to Ellen.", "He did not want his blood tested for disease.", "He was angry that they had killed Lewis.", "He did not want to live on Earth any longer. " ], [ "He would have had to forget all about Ellen and continue life on Ortha as before.", "The Orthans would have made the voyage to Earth and lived in harmony with the people of Earth.", "Earth would have been blown away by Orthans and no longer be habitable. ", "The people of Earth would have been wiped out and Ortha would take over." ] ]

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[ [ "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "intervening space in two prodigious bounds, and his hands clamped\n across the mouth and neck of the stranger....\nLewis Terry was going fishing. For a week the typewriter mill that had", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "ground out a thousand assorted yarns of the untamed West and the frigid\n desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "Thig sank into a dusty old swing that hung on creaking chains from the\n exposed rafters of the porch roof. He looked down at the dusty gray car", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "for long moments they swayed there, locked together in silent deadly\n struggle. The fate of a world hung in the balance as Kam's other hand\n fought against that lone arm of Thig.", "Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul\n corruption that swiftly gave way to hardened blobs of dessicated", "The ship trembled beneath their feet; it tore free from the feeble\n clutch of the sand about it, and they were rocketing skyward. Thig's", "Thig flipped the drive lever, felt the thrumming of the\n rockets driving him from the parent ship.\nHe swung about to the port, watched the flaming drive-rockets of the", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all" ], [ "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "\"Do not question the word of your commander,\" growled Torp, swelling\n out his thick chest menacingly. \"It is for the good of our people that\n you disguise yourself as an Earthman.\"", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "Kam eyed him coldly and lifted a shining hypodermic syringe from its\n case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac\n of the finest members of the Horde.", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "The explorer from another world crouched into the concealment of a\n leafy shrub. A creature was approaching. Its squat body was covered", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and\n destroyed Kam. In turn I was forced to slay him. But it is not ended.\n Already I feel the insidious virus of....", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and\n painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship\n and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running\n inland to his home." ], [ "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "\"Mmmmmm,\" came from the depths of the chipped white wash-basin.\n\"Home again,\" whispered Ellen as she stood beside Thig twelve weeks", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "\"Lew, dear,\" Ellen was asking, \"where have you been all day? I called\n up at the landing but you were not there. I wanted to let you know that", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "his wife, Ellen, that he would take the three children and herself on\n a trailer tour of the\nWest\nthat very summer. Since that promise, he", "The children ran to him; wanted to go along. He sent them away harshly\n but they smiled and waved their brown little hands. Ellen came to the\n door and called after him.", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "months he had lived with people who loved, hated, wept and sacrificed\n for reasons that he had never known existed. He had learned the heady\n glory of thinking for himself and making his own decisions. He had", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "ground out a thousand assorted yarns of the untamed West and the frigid\n desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was", "intervening space in two prodigious bounds, and his hands clamped\n across the mouth and neck of the stranger....\nLewis Terry was going fishing. For a week the typewriter mill that had", "An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and\n painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship\n and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running\n inland to his home.", "The knowledge that Ellen's love was not really meant for him would be\n a knife twisting in his heart but for her sake he must endure it. Her\n dreams and happiness must never be shattered.", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and" ], [ "had\nto write at least three novelets and\n a fistful of short stories in the next two weeks to finance the great\n adventure—or the trip was off.", "A new plot was growing in the brain of Lewis Terry, a yarn about a\n cowboy suddenly transported to another world. He smiled ironically.\n He had seen those other worlds. Perhaps some day he would write about\n them....", "ground out a thousand assorted yarns of the untamed West and the frigid\n desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was", "intervening space in two prodigious bounds, and his hands clamped\n across the mouth and neck of the stranger....\nLewis Terry was going fishing. For a week the typewriter mill that had", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "careless author of gunslinging yarns, a section that seemed to be\n sapping the life from his own brain. He knew that the story would never\n be written, but he toyed with the idea.", "\"Uh huh,\" agreed the pseudo Lewis, memories of the ferocious savages\n and gunmen of his stories rendering him acutely unhappy. Sincerely he\n hoped that the west had reformed.", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "So Lewis left the weathered old cottage in the early dawn and headed\n for his tubby old boat at the landing in an attempt to work out a\n salable yarn....", "months he had lived with people who loved, hated, wept and sacrificed\n for reasons that he had never known existed. He had learned the heady\n glory of thinking for himself and making his own decisions. He had", "lived no longer. He mentally titled it: \"Rustlers' Riot\" and blocked\n in the outlines of his plot. One section of his brain was that of the", "His body seemed paralyzed. This was the end, he thought as he waited\n stupidly for the blow to fall, the end for Ellen and the kids and all\n the struggling races of Earth. He would never write another cowboy", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "\"Why, Lew,\" she gasped, \"they're worth a fortune! We can buy that new\n trailer now and have a rebuilt motor in the car. We can go west right\n away.... Hollywood, the Grand Canyon, cowboys!\"", "Tonight or tomorrow night at the latest he must contact his two fellows\n and report that Earth was a planetary paradise. No other world,", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "And there his writing ended abruptly.", "proved too violent and his heart faltered after a time and stopped\n completely. Twice, with subtle drugs they restored pseudo-life to his\n body and kept the electrical impulses throbbing from his tortured", "He was Lewis Terry! He must remember that!", "\"Lew, dear,\" Ellen was asking, \"where have you been all day? I called\n up at the landing but you were not there. I wanted to let you know that" ], [ "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies", "\"Do not question the word of your commander,\" growled Torp, swelling\n out his thick chest menacingly. \"It is for the good of our people that\n you disguise yourself as an Earthman.\"", "\"Thig will be this creature!\" announced Torp. \"With a psychic relay we\n will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "for long moments they swayed there, locked together in silent deadly\n struggle. The fate of a world hung in the balance as Kam's other hand\n fought against that lone arm of Thig.", "his skull and in his matted hair. Torp must have thought he had killed\n him with those savage blows upon the head.", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "through the refuse lock. Already the body of Kam was gone. He wondered\n why he had been left until last. Perhaps Torp wished to take cultures\n of his blood and tissues to determine whether a disease was responsible" ], [ "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "For the moment he had been Lewis Terry and not Thig! So thoroughly had\n he acquired the knowledge of Terry that he found himself unconsciously\n adopting the thinking and mannerism of the other. All the better this\n way, he realized—more natural.", "body was strangely exhilerating and heady. It was the newest of the\n emotions he had experienced on Earth since that day, so many months\n before, when he had felt the warmness of Ellen's lips tight against his.", "Thig's cold eyes opened a trifle wider as he stared into the thing's\n stupid face. It was as though he was looking into a bit of polished\n metal at the reflection of himself!", "heaved a gasp of relief. He was no longer Thig, a creature of a Horde's\n creation, but Lewis Terry, writer of lurid gun-smoking tales of the", "Then he saw the slender red-haired shape of a woman, the mate of the\n dead man he knew, and confusion struck his well-trained brain. Men", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Thig tried to tell himself that it was the transmitted thoughts of the\n dead Earthman that made him feel so, but he was not too sure. For three", "He flashed the jewels in front of Ellen's startled eyes and she clung,\n unbelieving, to his arm.", "Unsteadily he took her in his arms and felt her warm lips pressed,\n trembling, against his own. That same hot wave of pulsing blood choked\n achingly up into his throat.", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "There was that moment on the brink of the Grand Canyon when Ellen had\n caught his arm breathlessly at all the beauty spread away there beneath", "\"Mmmmmm,\" came from the depths of the chipped white wash-basin.\n\"Home again,\" whispered Ellen as she stood beside Thig twelve weeks", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "ground out a thousand assorted yarns of the untamed West and the frigid\n desolation of the Northwoods had been silent. Lewis wondered if he was", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "Earth-creatures were hugging at his legs. An odd sensation, that his\n acquired memories labeled as pleasure, sent a warm glow upward from\n around his heart." ], [ "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "Kam eyed him coldly and lifted a shining hypodermic syringe from its\n case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac\n of the finest members of the Horde.", "his skull and in his matted hair. Torp must have thought he had killed\n him with those savage blows upon the head.", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "\"For the good of the Horde,\" Thig intoned almost piously as he lifted\n Terry's body and headed for the laboratory.", "through the refuse lock. Already the body of Kam was gone. He wondered\n why he had been left until last. Perhaps Torp wished to take cultures\n of his blood and tissues to determine whether a disease was responsible", "his head. Blackness flooded the brain of Lewis, and he knew no more.\n\"There it is,\" announced Thig, dropping the limp body of the captured", "Thig rolled slowly over so that his eye found the door into the control\n room. Torp would be coming back again to dispose of their bodies", "Bam, Bam, Bam, the blood pounded in his ears. Like repeated blows of a\n hammer they shook his booming head. No longer was Torp above him. He", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "An hour later, his scars and altered cartilage already healed and\n painless, Thig again scraped sand over the entrance to the space ship\n and set out along the moonlit beach toward the nearest path running\n inland to his home.", "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "\"Do not question the word of your commander,\" growled Torp, swelling\n out his thick chest menacingly. \"It is for the good of our people that\n you disguise yourself as an Earthman.\"", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "He went to the desk where Torp had been writing in the ship's log and\n read the last few nervously scrawled lines:", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "Before Thig's eyes half of his comrade's body sloughed away into foul\n corruption that swiftly gave way to hardened blobs of dessicated" ], [ "The deadly attack of Thig; his own violent avenging of Kam's death, and\n now the apparent return of the man he had killed come to life had all", "The scales swung in favor of Kam. Slowly the flaring snout of his\n weapon tilted upward until it reached the level of Thig's waist. Thig\n suddenly released his grip and dragged his enemy toward him. A sudden", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "Then it was that Thig went berserk. His fists slashed into the thick\n jaw of the scientist and his fingers ripped at the hard cords overlying", "Even Torp, thought Thig ruefully, gave way to the primitive rage of his\n ancestors at times; but to that very bit of unconscious atavism he now", "\"He resembles Thig,\" announced Kam. \"But for the strange covering he\n wears he might be Thig.\"", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "for long moments they swayed there, locked together in silent deadly\n struggle. The fate of a world hung in the balance as Kam's other hand\n fought against that lone arm of Thig.", "the Orthan's vital throat tubes. His fingers and thumb gouged deep into\n Kam's startled throat and choked off any cry for assistance before it\n could be uttered.", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "Kam eyed him coldly and lifted a shining hypodermic syringe from its\n case. He approached Thig warily, aware that disease often made a maniac\n of the finest members of the Horde.", "Thig followed Kam into the tiny laboratory and found a seat beside the\n squat scientist's desk. His eyes roamed over the familiar instruments", "there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and\n destroyed Kam. In turn I was forced to slay him. But it is not ended.\n Already I feel the insidious virus of....", "So Thig shot him where he stood, mercifully, before that vacant mad\n stare set him, too, to gibbering and shrieking. Then he stepped over", "Kam's hand swept down to the holster swung from his intricate harness\n and dragged his blaster from it. Thig's other hand clamped over his and", "Thig nodded. That would do it. He set the automatic pilot for the\n planet Ortha. Unless a rogue asteroid or a comet crossed the ship's", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "So far had Thig the emotionless, robot-being from Ortha drifted from\n the unquestioning worship of the Horde!" ], [ "Thig nodded. That would do it. He set the automatic pilot for the\n planet Ortha. Unless a rogue asteroid or a comet crossed the ship's", "\"You have done well,\" announced Torp when Thig had completed his report\n on the resources and temperatures of various sections of Terra. \"We now\n have located three worlds fit for colonization and so we will return to", "\"Let us get back to Ortha at once, then,\" gritted out Thig savagely.\n \"Never again do I wish to set foot upon the soil of this mad planet.", "Thig was shorter than the average Earthman—although on Ortha he\n was well above the average in height—but his body was thick and", "Thig groaned. He was a weakling to let sentimentality so get the better\n of his judgment. He would go now to the space ship and urge them to", "\"Check the blood of Thig for disease, Kam,\" ordered Torp shortly. \"His\n words are highly irrational. Some form of fever perhaps native to this\n world. While you examine him I will blast off for Ortha.\"", "including Ortha, was so well-favored and rich. An expeditionary force\n to wipe the grotesque civilizations of Earth out of existence would,", "mentality of all its knowledge. In this way they could learn whether a\n planet was suited for colonization by later swarms of Orthans.", "path she would return safely to Ortha with that mute warning of danger\n on 72-P-3. The body of Torp would help to confirm his final message.", "\"You are the commander,\" said Thig. \"But I wish this beast did not wear\n these clumsy sheathing upon his body. On Ortha we do not hamper the use\n of our limbs so.\"", "of course, be necessary before the first units of new Hordes could be\n landed. And there Thig balked. Why must they destroy these people,\n imperfect though their civilization might be, to make room for the", "the brain of Thig! He can then go out and scout this world without\n arousing suspicion. While he is gone, I will take Kam and explore the\n two inner planets.\"", "owed his life. A cool-headed robot of an Orthan would have efficiently\n used the blaster to destroy any possibility of remaining life in his\n unconscious body.", "There are forces at work upon Earth that we of Ortha have long\n forgotten.\"", "there. Thig, just returned from a survey of the planet, went mad and\n destroyed Kam. In turn I was forced to slay him. But it is not ended.\n Already I feel the insidious virus of....", "\"Turn back!\" he cried wildly. \"I must go back to Earth. There is a\n woman there, helpless and alone, who needs me! The Horde does not need\n this planet.\"", "Tonight or tomorrow night at the latest he must contact his two fellows\n and report that Earth was a planetary paradise. No other world,", "QUEST OF THIG\nBy BASIL WELLS\nThig of Ortha was the vanguard of the conquering\n\n \"HORDE.\" He had blasted across trackless space", "\"Thig will be this creature!\" announced Torp. \"With a psychic relay we\n will transfer the Earthman's memories and meager store of knowledge to", "The Earthman was opposite now and he must waste no more precious\n time. The mighty muscles of the Orthan sent him hurtling across the" ] ]

[ "Which is *not* a competitor to the Piltdon Can Opener?", "Which is *not* a can-opener feature that Ogden Piltdon cares about?", "Why did Kalvin commit to Piltdon’s unreasonable deadline?", "Why did Kalvin hesitate to share information about the new invention?", "Why did Kalvin continue researching on his own at home?", "What was *not* a result of the “Borenchuck Incident”?", "When applying for new jobs, Kalvin found that…", "The area in which Kalvin wanted to devote most of his time was:", "What new emotion was Kalvin experiencing after quitting Piltdon Opener Company?", "What was the “Piltdon Effect”?" ]

[ [ "International", "Minerva Mighty Midget", "Universal", "Super-Opener" ], [ "Lightweight", "Musical", "Speed", "Stability" ], [ "He felt challenged to develop creative solutions.", "He didn’t want to lose his job.", "He wanted to earn recognition.", "He was able to hire more staff." ], [ "He wanted to do more research into how it works.", "He wanted to be the one to tell Piltdon.", "He wanted to keep the invention for himself.", "He wanted to save his job." ], [ "He wanted to be sure it was safe.", "He needed to work extra hours to meet the deadline.", "He wanted to patent the Super-Opener idea for himself.", "He wanted to better understand the technology and create a solution." ], [ "A state of emergency was declared.", "Piltdon filed a lawsuit against Kalvin.", "Sales of helmets increased.", "Super-Opener sales plummeted." ], [ "Companies did not approve of what they heard about his previous work.", "Companies did not have open positions.", "Piltdon gave him a positive reference.", "He had multiple offers." ], [ "Research", "Production", "Marketing", "Management" ], [ "Cowardice", "Anger", "Misery", "Submission" ], [ "The ability to meet a tight deadline.", "The can-opener causing the cans to disappear.", "The deluge of cans falling from the sky.", "Viral interest in a new product." ] ]

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[ [ "\"For two years there hasn't been one lousy improvement in the Piltdon\n Can-Opener!\" roared Mr. Piltdon. \"Look at our competitors. The", "\"As chief engineer you're not carrying the ball,\" Piltdon went on\n savagely. \"The Piltdon Can-Opener is trailing the competition.", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "Government investigators went to work and soon confirmed what was\n generally suspected: these were the same cans that had been opened by\n the Piltdon Super-Opener.", "Automatic disposal! Wait until Advertising and Sales get hold of this!\n We'll throttle our competitors! The Piltdon Super-Opener we'll call it.\"", "\"Dignity,\" pronounced Piltdon, \"is for museums. Four months, Feetch!\n In four months I want a new can-opener that will be faster, lighter,", "Three new models and a group of cans were waiting for them on the\n bench. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch", "type can-opener, sir. A whole new field of physics. New principles.\n This is big, Mr. Piltdon. I recommend that we delay production until\n further research can be completed. Hire a few top scientists and", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "A cylinder of close-packed beans rested on the bench under the opener.\n\n\n The can itself had disappeared.\n\n\n \"Chief,\" said Hanson. \"Chief.\"", "The first tentative shipments of Piltdon Super-Openers had gone to\n distributors along the Eastern seaboard. The first advertisements", "he mused. \"The New Type Super-Opener. Free exchanges for the old.\n Cash guarantee that empty cans will never bother you. Take a licking", "\"Got to be,\" answered Feetch tiredly. \"We must work along classical\n can-opener lines. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven\n types, would be too expensive for mass production.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"Feetch!\" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener\n Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, \"I want\n results!\"", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "you get a can opener!\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"No use,\" said Feetch. \"Nothing you can say—\" klunk! klunk!\n klunk!—\"will make any difference now.\"\n\n\n \"But see here, the New Type Super-Opener...!\"", "Piltdon Opener will soon be forced to close down, throwing all your\n former associates out of work? Think of Hanson, Sanchez, Forbes. They", "Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. \"But Mr. Piltdon,\n our opener still has stability, solidity. It is built to last. It has\n dignity....\"", "International rips apart cans in three and three-tenths seconds.\n Universal does it in four.\"" ], [ "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "\"For two years there hasn't been one lousy improvement in the Piltdon\n Can-Opener!\" roared Mr. Piltdon. \"Look at our competitors. The", "\"Dignity,\" pronounced Piltdon, \"is for museums. Four months, Feetch!\n In four months I want a new can-opener that will be faster, lighter,", "\"As chief engineer you're not carrying the ball,\" Piltdon went on\n savagely. \"The Piltdon Can-Opener is trailing the competition.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"Feetch!\" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener\n Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, \"I want\n results!\"", "Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. \"But Mr. Piltdon,\n our opener still has stability, solidity. It is built to last. It has\n dignity....\"", "Automatic disposal! Wait until Advertising and Sales get hold of this!\n We'll throttle our competitors! The Piltdon Super-Opener we'll call it.\"", "type can-opener, sir. A whole new field of physics. New principles.\n This is big, Mr. Piltdon. I recommend that we delay production until\n further research can be completed. Hire a few top scientists and", "Government investigators went to work and soon confirmed what was\n generally suspected: these were the same cans that had been opened by\n the Piltdon Super-Opener.", "\"Got to be,\" answered Feetch tiredly. \"We must work along classical\n can-opener lines. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven\n types, would be too expensive for mass production.\"", "he mused. \"The New Type Super-Opener. Free exchanges for the old.\n Cash guarantee that empty cans will never bother you. Take a licking", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "Three new models and a group of cans were waiting for them on the\n bench. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch", "A cylinder of close-packed beans rested on the bench under the opener.\n\n\n The can itself had disappeared.\n\n\n \"Chief,\" said Hanson. \"Chief.\"", "you get a can opener!\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "one condition is met by Mr. Piltdon.\" He stared at Piltdon. \"In short,\n I want fifty-one per cent of the stock of Piltdon Opener.\"", "\"No use,\" said Feetch. \"Nothing you can say—\" klunk! klunk!\n klunk!—\"will make any difference now.\"\n\n\n \"But see here, the New Type Super-Opener...!\"", "\"That's true,\" said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. \"It can be done,\"", "\"The Minerva Mighty Midget does it in four point two two and plays Home\n Sweet Home in chimes. Our own Piltdon opener barely manages to open a" ], [ "Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire\n you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company", "grimly, dialing Piltdon's number, he was going through with it now.\n \"Piltdon!\" he barked. \"Three p.m. tomorrow. My place. Be here. That's", "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "\"If you won't think of yourself, at least think of your fellow\n workmen,\" begged Piltdon, his voice going blurry. \"Do you realize that", "\"Damn it, no!\" roared Piltdon. \"How many times must I tell you? You got\n your job back, didn't you?\"", "especially on the Piltdon effect. Hire a couple of extra men to help\n with production. I assure you the company will benefit in the end.\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "\"Excuses,\" sneered Mr. Piltdon. \"Your staff is more than adequate.\n I will not allow you to throw out my money. Four months, Feetch,", "could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert\n to Piltdon under the one year clause in the company patent agreement.\n No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might", "\"That's true,\" said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. \"It can be done,\"", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A\n Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of\n bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself", "Feetch's body twitched. \"But Mr. Piltdon, four months is hardly time\n enough for development, even with an adequate staff. I've been trying", "one condition is met by Mr. Piltdon.\" He stared at Piltdon. \"In short,\n I want fifty-one per cent of the stock of Piltdon Opener.\"", "with a tiny click. It was the tiny click that did it. Something about\n it touched off the growing rage. If Piltdon were there he would have", "\"Will remain my secret. Good day.\"\n\n\n \"Feetch!\" howled Piltdon. \"I order you to remain!\"", "Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch:\n \"I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it." ], [ "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert\n to Piltdon under the one year clause in the company patent agreement.\n No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might", "after leaving our employ? We have a good thing here, and I don't want\n you holding it back. We're going into production immediately.\"", "\"Feetch,\" the personnel man would read. \"Kalvin Feetch.\" Then, looking\n up, \"Not the Kalvin Feetch who—\"", "Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly.", "including plans and specifications for the New Type Super-Opener.\n All of you have special reasons for being keenly interested in this\n information. I am now going to give a copy to each of you, providing", "there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along.\n Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had\n pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his", "Think? He'd figured the solution long ago, only he hadn't allowed\n himself to see it. Not lack of brains, lack of guts. Well, he thought", "\"Got to be,\" answered Feetch tiredly. \"We must work along classical\n can-opener lines. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven\n types, would be too expensive for mass production.\"", "It had been difficult, working alone and buying his own equipment. The\n oscillator and ultra microwave tracking unit had been particularly\n expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "very tired. Research, he thought. Development. What he had always\n wanted. Over the years he had waited, thinking that there would be\n opportunities later. But now he was growing older, and he felt that", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "machinist departed and Hanson locked the opener on a can. \"I hope——\"\n he turned the handle, and stopped abruptly, staring down open-mouthed.", "Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a\n research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Feetch paling. \"Then you don't want to hear about my\n discovery of a way to prevent the cans from coming back?\"", "type can-opener, sir. A whole new field of physics. New principles.\n This is big, Mr. Piltdon. I recommend that we delay production until\n further research can be completed. Hire a few top scientists and", "head despairingly. Something would be sure to blow up. Well, he had to\n start—\n\"Chief,\" said Hanson a few weeks later as they entered the lab, \"I'm", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "spun, peered at, photographed, magnetized, exploded, shattered and\n analyzed Super-Openers without achieving the glimmer of a satisfactory\n explanation. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for" ], [ "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "It had been difficult, working alone and buying his own equipment. The\n oscillator and ultra microwave tracking unit had been particularly\n expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when", "very tired. Research, he thought. Development. What he had always\n wanted. Over the years he had waited, thinking that there would be\n opportunities later. But now he was growing older, and he felt that", "Meanwhile, of course, government scientists, research foundations,\n universities and independent investigators began to look into this new\n phenomonen. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they\n set up their own research.", "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly.", "\"Feetch,\" the personnel man would read. \"Kalvin Feetch.\" Then, looking\n up, \"Not the Kalvin Feetch who—\"", "He still didn't know where the cans went, but somehow he felt that he\n was close to the answer.\n\n\n When he finally found the answer, it was too late. The Borenchuck\n incident was only hours away.", "Far into the night burned the lights of countless laboratories. Noted\n physicists probed, measured, weighed, traced, X-rayed, dissolved,", "so many huge scientific organizations were working on it. But he could\n no more keep away from it than he could stop eating.", "there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along.\n Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had\n pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a\n research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "discard. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but\n Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Twenty-five years!", "accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A\n Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of\n bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself", "could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert\n to Piltdon under the one year clause in the company patent agreement.\n No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "Think? He'd figured the solution long ago, only he hadn't allowed\n himself to see it. Not lack of brains, lack of guts. Well, he thought" ], [ "He still didn't know where the cans went, but somehow he felt that he\n was close to the answer.\n\n\n When he finally found the answer, it was too late. The Borenchuck\n incident was only hours away.", "Meanwhile, of course, government scientists, research foundations,\n universities and independent investigators began to look into this new\n phenomonen. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they\n set up their own research.", "Super-Opener sales of course immediately plummeted to zero and stayed\n there. Anti-Piltdon editorials appeared in the papers. Commentators", "Feetch?\"\nThat night, at six-ten p.m., the Borenchuck family of Selby, South\n Dakota, sat down to their evening meal. Just as they started in on the", "accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A\n Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of\n bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself", "soup, a rain of empty tin cans clattered down, splashed into the soup,\n raised a welt on the forehead of Borenchuck senior, settled down to a", "head despairingly. Something would be sure to blow up. Well, he had to\n start—\n\"Chief,\" said Hanson a few weeks later as they entered the lab, \"I'm", "technicians than industry could absorb. He was too old to compete in\n the employment market. He couldn't afford to lose any money. Jenny\n wasn't well.", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "The next day other local papers in widely scattered locations reported\n similar incidents.", "\"Damn it, no!\" roared Piltdon. \"How many times must I tell you? You got\n your job back, didn't you?\"", "\"Gentlemen,\" he said. \"I'll make it brief.\" He waved the papers in his\n hand. \"Here is everything I know about what I call the Feetch Effect,", "People took to wearing hats indoors and out, and the sale of helmets\n boomed.\n\n\n All activity was seriously curtailed.\n\n\n A state of national emergency was declared.", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "with a tiny click. It was the tiny click that did it. Something about\n it touched off the growing rage. If Piltdon were there he would have", "Feetch shook his head. \"No, Hanson. We're producing something we don't\n understand. What forces have we uncovered here? Where do the cans go?", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Feetch paling. \"Then you don't want to hear about my\n discovery of a way to prevent the cans from coming back?\"", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"" ], [ "\"Feetch,\" the personnel man would read. \"Kalvin Feetch.\" Then, looking\n up, \"Not the Kalvin Feetch who—\"", "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along.\n Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had\n pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "What now? He had to hang on to his job. Technical work was scarce.\n Since the early 1980's the schools had been turning out more", "He did no better with research organizations. Typical was a letter\n from the Van Terrel Foundation: \"—cannot accept your application", "very tired. Research, he thought. Development. What he had always\n wanted. Over the years he had waited, thinking that there would be\n opportunities later. But now he was growing older, and he felt that", "Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly.", "technicians than industry could absorb. He was too old to compete in\n the employment market. He couldn't afford to lose any money. Jenny\n wasn't well.", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a\n research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how", "have families too. Think of the men in the shop, the girls in the\n office, the salesmen on the road. All, all unemployed because of you.\n Think of that, Feetch.\"", "A total increase of one hundred and twenty-six dollars? Be sensible,\n Feetch. I know you can't find work anywhere else.\"", "Three new models and a group of cans were waiting for them on the\n bench. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch", "It had been difficult, working alone and buying his own equipment. The\n oscillator and ultra microwave tracking unit had been particularly\n expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when", "homes, on the streets, in theatres, trains, ships, universities and\n dog-food factories. No place was immune.", "he mused. \"The New Type Super-Opener. Free exchanges for the old.\n Cash guarantee that empty cans will never bother you. Take a licking", "\"Dignity,\" pronounced Piltdon, \"is for museums. Four months, Feetch!\n In four months I want a new can-opener that will be faster, lighter,", "\"No use,\" said Feetch. \"Nothing you can say—\" klunk! klunk!\n klunk!—\"will make any difference now.\"\n\n\n \"But see here, the New Type Super-Opener...!\"" ], [ "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "very tired. Research, he thought. Development. What he had always\n wanted. Over the years he had waited, thinking that there would be\n opportunities later. But now he was growing older, and he felt that", "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "discard. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but\n Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Twenty-five years!", "\"Feetch,\" the personnel man would read. \"Kalvin Feetch.\" Then, looking\n up, \"Not the Kalvin Feetch who—\"", "Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly.", "there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along.\n Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had\n pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "It had been difficult, working alone and buying his own equipment. The\n oscillator and ultra microwave tracking unit had been particularly\n expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when", "so many huge scientific organizations were working on it. But he could\n no more keep away from it than he could stop eating.", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "He still didn't know where the cans went, but somehow he felt that he\n was close to the answer.\n\n\n When he finally found the answer, it was too late. The Borenchuck\n incident was only hours away.", "gentle, steady klunk! klunk! klunk! and inexorably began to pile up on\n the dining-room floor. They seemed to materialize from a plane just", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a\n research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how", "Published in the newspapers the following day, Feetch's statement read,\n in part: \"The motion in space and time of the singular curvilinear", "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "\"Gentlemen,\" he said. \"I'll make it brief.\" He waved the papers in his\n hand. \"Here is everything I know about what I call the Feetch Effect," ], [ "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "The prospect of long years of heavy production schedules, restricted\n engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel", "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "no more!\" Piltdon trudged out of the room, leaving behind him an\n oppressive silence.", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire\n you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. \"But Mr. Piltdon,\n our opener still has stability, solidity. It is built to last. It has\n dignity....\"", "\"If you won't think of yourself, at least think of your fellow\n workmen,\" begged Piltdon, his voice going blurry. \"Do you realize that", "Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had\n managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five\n years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction.", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "with a tiny click. It was the tiny click that did it. Something about\n it touched off the growing rage. If Piltdon were there he would have", "there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along.\n Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had\n pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his", "\"That's true,\" said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. \"It can be done,\"", "\"Damn it, no!\" roared Piltdon. \"How many times must I tell you? You got\n your job back, didn't you?\"", "Piltdon leaped from his chair. \"Outrageous!\" He roared. \"Ridiculous!\"", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a" ], [ "\"That's true,\" said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. \"It can be done,\"", "especially on the Piltdon effect. Hire a couple of extra men to help\n with production. I assure you the company will benefit in the end.\"", "accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A\n Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of\n bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself", "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: \"Gentlemen, will you\n be a party to this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" murmured the Government man, \"I never did think Feetch got a\n fair shake.\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "Piltdon leaped from his chair. \"Outrageous!\" He roared. \"Ridiculous!\"", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch:\n \"I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"Damn it, no!\" roared Piltdon. \"How many times must I tell you? You got\n your job back, didn't you?\"", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "\"Gentlemen!\" squawked Piltdon, \"I appeal to you—\"" ] ]

[ "How do the crew feel about “home office relatives”?", "What is Jeffers’ opinion about taking graft?", "What and where is Ganymede?", "What is the landscape of Ganymede like?", "Why did “Betty Koslow” really come to Ganymede?", "What was the number that Betty called?", "What is the purpose of “touching helmets”?", "Why was the Space Patrolman surprised that Tolliver referred to Betty as \"Miss Koslow\"?", "Where was the space craft heading in the end?" ]

[ [ "It’s a waste of time and fuel to bring them back and forth.", "It’s a chance to impress the bosses and land better positions.", "It’s a great way to have fun and earn tips.", "It’s a chance to go on dates with pretty girls." ], [ "Taking extra is stealing and is wrong.", "He takes extra in order to spend it on improvements for the crew.", "He takes extra as part of a hazard duty pay package.", "Taking extra is expected and nobody would notice." ], [ "It’s a planet close to Earth.", "It’s a planet close to Jupiter.", "It’s a moon close to Mercury.", "It’s a moon close to Jupiter." ], [ "Steaming hot and rugged", "Riddled with volcanic puffballs", "Frozen, cold, and dim", "Steep mountains of rock and ice" ], [ "To investigate possible criminal behavior.", "To learn about business management.", "To arrest Jeffers.", "To take a vacation and date pilots." ], [ "To her Space Patrol colleagues", "To the family’s private security team", "To the Ganymede superiors", "To Daddy’s private office at Koslow Space headquarters" ], [ "To communicate without using the radio.", "To share oxygen.", "To maintain the vacuum seal of the suits.", "To keep the dust out." ], [ "It was a cover name, not her real name.", "He realized that she was the boss' daughter.", "The Space Patrolman didn’t know her name.", "She wasn’t supposed to tell anyone who she was." ], [ "In orbit around Ganymede", "To the Space Patrol ship", "To Koslow Spaceways headquarters", "A 6-month journey back to Earth" ] ]

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[ [ "airlock, a crewman helped him load two trunks and a collection of bags\n into the tractor. He was struggling to suppress a feeling of outrage at\n the waste of fuel involved when the home-office relative emerged.", "\"We'll just have to ride it out,\" he said sympathetically. \"The ship is\n provisioned according to law, and you were probably going back anyhow.\"\n\n\n \"I didn't expect to so soon.\"", "\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n \"They say some home-office relative is coming in on the\nJavelin\n.\"", "to Earth. The big jets in the home office don't care. They count it on\n the estimates.\"", "\"They were making dates,\" said the girl. \"Were they ribbing me, or is\n it true that none of the four of them goes back with the ship?\"", "\"Aah, these young punks just come out for a few months so they can go\n back to Earth making noises like spacemen. Sometimes there's no reason", "\"It's true enough,\" Tolliver assured her. \"We need people out here, and\n it costs a lot to make the trip. They found they could send back loaded", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "\"Pretty official, as a matter of fact.\"\n\n\n \"All right,\" Tolliver decided. \"We'll try the ship you just came in on.\n They might have finished refueling and left her empty.\"", "The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at\n Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about \"just landed.\"", "\"Hey, Johnny!\" said a voice at his shoulder. \"The word is that they're\n finally gonna trust you to take that creeper outside.\"\n\n\n Tolliver turned to see Red Higgins, a regular driver.", "\"Now,\nlisten\n! Maybe they live soft back on Earth since the mines", "the office noticeably, for such of Ganymede's surface as could be seen\n through the transparent dome outside the office window was cold, dim", "and the Jovian satellite colonies grew; but they were out here in the\n beginning, most of them.\nThey\nknow what it's like. D'ya think they", "desk to assist.\nTolliver found himself dumped on the floor of an empty office in the\n adjoining warehouse building. It seemed to him that a long time had\n been spent in carrying him there.", "The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters\n building, plotting the next move, brought Tolliver to his feet.", "to explain away the dangers of slides and volcanic puffballs. He\n admitted to having exaggerated slightly. In the end, they reached the\n spaceship.", "\"I'm retiring in six months if I'm still alive,\" he said bravely,\n edging the tractor into the airlock at their destination. \"Made my\n pile. No use pushing your luck too far.\"", "\"Actually, I have a fine idea,\" he informed the officer coldly. \"I\n happen to be a qualified space pilot. Everything here is under control.\n If Miss Koslow thinks you should arrest Jeffers, you can call us later\n on this channel.\"", "His charge seemed noticeably subdued, but cleared her throat to request\n that Tolliver guide her to the office of the manager. She trailed along" ], [ "\"You can't prove anything,\" declared Jeffers hoarsely.", "Jeffers seemed to stagger standing still behind his desk. His loose\n lips twitched uncertainly, and he looked questioningly to Tolliver. The", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "\"I didn't ask you to cut out your own graft, did I?\" he demanded.\n \"Just don't try to sucker me in on the deal. I know you're operating", "\"Mr. Jeffers,\" said the girl, \"I may look like just another spoiled\n little blonde, but the best part of this company will be mine someday.", "The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters\n building, plotting the next move, brought Tolliver to his feet.", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", "\"Never mind him, Mr. Jeffers,\" snapped the girl, in a tone new to\n Tolliver. \"We won't be working together, I'm afraid. You've already had\n enough rope.\"", "\"All right, then!\" Jeffers snapped after a long moment. \"If you want it\n that way, either you get in line with us or you're through right now!\"", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned.", "\"Sure!\" grumbled the pilot. \"He thinks I told you he was grafting or\n smuggling, or whatever he has going for him here. That's why I want to", "\"Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work,\"\n grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. \"We'll see how long you", "\"Oh, can't I? I've already seen certain evidence, and the rest won't\n be hard to find. Where are your books, Mr. Jeffers? You're as good as\n fired!\"", "\"Try not to be simple—for once!\" growled Jeffers. \"A little percentage\n here and there on the cargoes never shows by the time figures get back", "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "When he heard Betty requesting assistance in arresting Jeffers and\n reporting the manager as the head of a ring of crooks, he began to", "I'll be sorry later\n, he reflected,\nbut if Jeffers keeps me jockeying\n this creeper, I'm entitled to some amusement. And Daddy's little girl", "In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as\n he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.\n\n\n \"I\ntold\nyou no questions!\" bawled Jeffers.", "Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of\n his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers.", "The big moon-face of Jeffers, manager of the Ganymedan branch of\n Koslow Spaceways, glowered back at him. Its reddish tinge brightened" ], [ "\"Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!\" he warned portentously. \"Many a\n man who did isn't here today. Take the fellow who used to drive this\n mission!\"", "In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as\n he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.\n\n\n \"I\ntold\nyou no questions!\" bawled Jeffers.", "\"You never can tell,\" said the pilot, yielding to temptation. \"Any\n square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous.\"", "\"Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!\"", "\"Those slides,\" he continued. \"Ganymede's only about the size of\n Mercury, something like 3200 miles in diameter, so things get heaped up", "himself.\nIt was a long mile, even at the pace human muscles could achieve on\n Ganymede. They took one short rest, during which Tolliver was forced", "the office noticeably, for such of Ganymede's surface as could be seen\n through the transparent dome outside the office window was cold, dim", "by the arbitrary calender constructed to match Ganymede's week-long\n journey around Jupiter.", "\"Miss Koslow!\" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting.\n \"It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all,", "Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of\n his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers.", "maneuvered out of the dome. Then he headed the tractor across the\n frozen surface of Ganymede toward the permanent domes of the city.", "As soon as he plunged the knife into the outer layer, he could see\n dusty, moist air puffing out into the near-vacuum of Ganymede's", "The girl grinned.\n\n\n \"Relax, Tolliver,\" she told him. \"Did you really believe Daddy would\n send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever\n was gypping him?\"", "\"Daddy gave me the title of tenth vice-president mostly as a joke, when\n he told me to find out what was wrong with operations on Ganymede.", "exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who\n could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and\n wondering what was behind it all.", "\"Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack\n the case in about three hours on Ganymede.\"\n\n\n \"Great!\" muttered Betty. \"What a lucky girl I am!\"", "The big moon-face of Jeffers, manager of the Ganymedan branch of\n Koslow Spaceways, glowered back at him. Its reddish tinge brightened", "She was about five feet four and moved as if she walked lightly even\n in stronger gravity than Ganymede's. Her trim coiffure was a shade too", "and rugged. The glowing semi-disk of Jupiter was more than half a\n million miles distant.", "I'll explain how I cut the fuel\n flow and see if she's detective enough to suspect that we're just\n orbiting Ganymede!" ], [ "\"You never can tell,\" said the pilot, yielding to temptation. \"Any\n square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous.\"", "the office noticeably, for such of Ganymede's surface as could be seen\n through the transparent dome outside the office window was cold, dim", "maneuvered out of the dome. Then he headed the tractor across the\n frozen surface of Ganymede toward the permanent domes of the city.", "\"Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!\" he warned portentously. \"Many a\n man who did isn't here today. Take the fellow who used to drive this\n mission!\"", "In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as\n he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.\n\n\n \"I\ntold\nyou no questions!\" bawled Jeffers.", "\"Those slides,\" he continued. \"Ganymede's only about the size of\n Mercury, something like 3200 miles in diameter, so things get heaped up", "\"Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!\"", "himself.\nIt was a long mile, even at the pace human muscles could achieve on\n Ganymede. They took one short rest, during which Tolliver was forced", "As soon as he plunged the knife into the outer layer, he could see\n dusty, moist air puffing out into the near-vacuum of Ganymede's", "Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of\n his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers.", "She was about five feet four and moved as if she walked lightly even\n in stronger gravity than Ganymede's. Her trim coiffure was a shade too", "\"Miss Koslow!\" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting.\n \"It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all,", "The big moon-face of Jeffers, manager of the Ganymedan branch of\n Koslow Spaceways, glowered back at him. Its reddish tinge brightened", "by the arbitrary calender constructed to match Ganymede's week-long\n journey around Jupiter.", "and rugged. The glowing semi-disk of Jupiter was more than half a\n million miles distant.", "exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who\n could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and\n wondering what was behind it all.", "\"Daddy gave me the title of tenth vice-president mostly as a joke, when\n he told me to find out what was wrong with operations on Ganymede.", "\"Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack\n the case in about three hours on Ganymede.\"\n\n\n \"Great!\" muttered Betty. \"What a lucky girl I am!\"", "The girl grinned.\n\n\n \"Relax, Tolliver,\" she told him. \"Did you really believe Daddy would\n send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever\n was gypping him?\"", "He ran a practiced eye over the board, reading the condition of the\n ship. It pleased him. Everything was ready for a takeoff into an" ], [ "\"Miss Koslow!\" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting.\n \"It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all,", "never addressed her by the name of Koslow. For another, he accepted the\n request as if he had been hanging in orbit merely until learning who to\n go down after.\nThey really sent her out to nail someone", "pilot stared at Betty, trying to recall pictures he had seen of the\n elder Koslow. He was also trying to remember some of the lies he had\n told en route from the spaceport.", "\"Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack\n the case in about three hours on Ganymede.\"\n\n\n \"Great!\" muttered Betty. \"What a lucky girl I am!\"", "He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended\n than reassured at discovering his status.\n\n\n \"This 'Miss Koslow' business,\" he said suspiciously. \"He sounded funny\n about that.\"", "The girl grinned.\n\n\n \"Relax, Tolliver,\" she told him. \"Did you really believe Daddy would\n send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever\n was gypping him?\"", "\"You ... you...?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. The name's Betty Hanlon. I work for a private investigating\n firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—\"", "The big moon-face of Jeffers, manager of the Ganymedan branch of\n Koslow Spaceways, glowered back at him. Its reddish tinge brightened", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "\"Actually, I have a fine idea,\" he informed the officer coldly. \"I\n happen to be a qualified space pilot. Everything here is under control.\n If Miss Koslow thinks you should arrest Jeffers, you can call us later\n on this channel.\"", "\"Miss Koslow?\" repeated the spacer. \"Did she tell you—well, no matter!\n If you'll be okay, we'll attend to the other affair immediately.\"", "I'll explain how I cut the fuel\n flow and see if she's detective enough to suspect that we're just\n orbiting Ganymede!", "\"You never can tell,\" said the pilot, yielding to temptation. \"Any\n square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous.\"", "\"Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!\"", "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "\"Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!\" he warned portentously. \"Many a\n man who did isn't here today. Take the fellow who used to drive this\n mission!\"", "She was about five feet four and moved as if she walked lightly even\n in stronger gravity than Ganymede's. Her trim coiffure was a shade too", "exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who\n could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and\n wondering what was behind it all.", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "In the end, he displayed conclusive evidence in the form of the weekly\n paycheck he had received that morning. It did not, naturally, indicate\n he was drawing the salary of a space pilot. Betty looked thoughtful." ], [ "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "\"Is there any way to get to a TV?\" asked the girl. \"I ... uh ... Daddy\n gave me a good number to call if I needed help.\"\n\n\n \"How good?\"", "further help, but reminded himself that this was the boss's daughter.\n When Betty produced a memo giving frequency and call sign, he set about\n making contact.", "When he heard Betty requesting assistance in arresting Jeffers and\n reporting the manager as the head of a ring of crooks, he began to", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended\n than reassured at discovering his status.\n\n\n \"This 'Miss Koslow' business,\" he said suspiciously. \"He sounded funny\n about that.\"", "\"You can call me Betty. What happened to him?\"\n\n\n \"I'll tell you some day,\" Tolliver promised darkly. \"This moon can\n strike like a vicious animal.\"", "\"That wasn't so bad,\" Betty admitted some time later. \"Did you go in\n the right direction?\"", "\"Oh!\" Betty looked helpless. \"It's in my pocket.\"", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned.", "\"You ... you...?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. The name's Betty Hanlon. I work for a private investigating\n firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—\"", "\"That's right,\" said Betty. \"Uh ... Daddy made arrangements for me.\"", "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at\n Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about \"just landed.\"", "From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Betty make a startled\n gesture, but he had his work cut out for him. This was tougher than the\n interior dome.", "He ripped out a double handful of the forms, crumpled them into a pile\n at the doorway, and pulled out his cigarette lighter.\n\n\n \"What do you think you're up to?\" asked Betty with some concern.", "\"Let's not argue about it,\" said Betty, a trifle pale but looking\n determined. \"I'm coming with you. Is that stuff getting soft yet?\"", "\"What do you know about the crooked goings-on here?\" asked Betty after\n a startled pause.", "surface. Fumbling, he cut as fast as he could and shoved Betty through\n the small opening." ], [ "He caught up and touched helmets again.\n\n\n \"Just act as if you're on business,\" he told her. \"For all anyone can\n see, we might be inspecting the dome.\"", "he moved along a few yards. A little dust began to blow about where\n they had gone through. He touched helmets once more.", "\"That switch under your chin,\" he said, touching helmets so she could\n hear him. \"Leave it turned off.\nAnybody\nmight be listening!\"", "\"This time,\" he said, \"the air will really start to blow, so get\n through as fast as you can. If I can slap this piece of plastic over", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", "\"I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner,\" remarked the girl.\n\n\n \"Thanks for letting me know in time,\" said Tolliver.", "After considering the idea a few minutes, Tolliver managed to sit up.\n\n\n He had his wind back. But when he fingered the swelling lump behind his\n left ear, a sensation befuddled him momentarily.", "himself.\nIt was a long mile, even at the pace human muscles could achieve on\n Ganymede. They took one short rest, during which Tolliver was forced", "Then, when he decided that it was safe enough to pause and tell her\n how to manage better, the sight of her outraged scowl through the", "\"That tractor will get here in a minute or two. They might cut your\n conversation kind of short. Now shut up and let me look over these\n dials!\"", "\"How is it here?\" asked the girl. \"They told me it's pretty rough.\"\n\n\n \"What did you expect?\" asked Tolliver. \"Square dances with champagne?\"", "clumsy trip in their spacesuits, but he wanted to save time.\nIn the control room, he shoved the girl into an acceleration seat,\n glanced at the gauges and showed her how to open her helmet.", "to explain away the dangers of slides and volcanic puffballs. He\n admitted to having exaggerated slightly. In the end, they reached the\n spaceship.", "The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters\n building, plotting the next move, brought Tolliver to his feet.", "\"I'm retiring in six months if I'm still alive,\" he said bravely,\n edging the tractor into the airlock at their destination. \"Made my\n pile. No use pushing your luck too far.\"", "He led the way out a rear door of the warehouse. With the heavy knife\n that was standard suit equipment, he deliberately slashed a four-foot", "\"Where should we lock—?\" the fellow paused to ask.\n\n\n Tolliver brought up a snappy uppercut to the man's chin, feeling that\n it was a poor time to engage Jeffers in fruitless debate.", ",\n he resolved.\nIt isn't really funny if the sucker is too ignorant to\n know better.\nRemembering his grudge against the manager, he took pleasure in walking", "From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Betty make a startled\n gesture, but he had his work cut out for him. This was tougher than the\n interior dome.", "Tolliver rammed his fists into the side pockets of his loose blue\n uniform jacket. He shook his head, grinning resignedly." ], [ "It took only a few minutes, as if the channel had been monitored\n expectantly, and the man who flickered into life on the screen wore a\n uniform.\n\n\n \"Space Patrol?\" whispered Tolliver incredulously.", "He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended\n than reassured at discovering his status.\n\n\n \"This 'Miss Koslow' business,\" he said suspiciously. \"He sounded funny\n about that.\"", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at\n Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about \"just landed.\"", "pilot stared at Betty, trying to recall pictures he had seen of the\n elder Koslow. He was also trying to remember some of the lies he had\n told en route from the spaceport.", "\"Wh-wh-what do you mean, Miss Koslow?\" Jeffers stammered.\n\n\n He darted a suspicious glare at Tolliver.", "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "\"Actually, I have a fine idea,\" he informed the officer coldly. \"I\n happen to be a qualified space pilot. Everything here is under control.\n If Miss Koslow thinks you should arrest Jeffers, you can call us later\n on this channel.\"", "never addressed her by the name of Koslow. For another, he accepted the\n request as if he had been hanging in orbit merely until learning who to\n go down after.\nThey really sent her out to nail someone", "The girl grinned.\n\n\n \"Relax, Tolliver,\" she told him. \"Did you really believe Daddy would\n send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever\n was gypping him?\"", "\"Miss Koslow?\" repeated the spacer. \"Did she tell you—well, no matter!\n If you'll be okay, we'll attend to the other affair immediately.\"", "\"Miss Koslow!\" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting.\n \"It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all,", "\"You ... you...?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. The name's Betty Hanlon. I work for a private investigating\n firm. If old Koslow had a son to impersonate—\"", "\"You can call me Betty. What happened to him?\"\n\n\n \"I'll tell you some day,\" Tolliver promised darkly. \"This moon can\n strike like a vicious animal.\"", "have got me killed!\n\"We do have one trouble,\" he heard Betty saying. \"This tractor driver,\n Tolliver, saved my neck by making the ship take off somehow, but he", "Tolliver sighed. In their weightless state, it was no easy task to pry\n her out of the spacesuit. He thought of inquiring if she needed any", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "In the end, he displayed conclusive evidence in the form of the weekly\n paycheck he had received that morning. It did not, naturally, indicate\n he was drawing the salary of a space pilot. Betty looked thoughtful.", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned." ], [ "to explain away the dangers of slides and volcanic puffballs. He\n admitted to having exaggerated slightly. In the end, they reached the\n spaceship.", "\"I'm retiring in six months if I'm still alive,\" he said bravely,\n edging the tractor into the airlock at their destination. \"Made my\n pile. No use pushing your luck too far.\"", "\"I know enough to check takeoff time. It was practically due anyhow, so\n we'll float into the vicinity of Earth at about the right time to be\n picked up.\"", "says it's set for a six-month orbit, or economy flight. Whatever they\n call it. I don't think he has any idea where we're headed.\"", "economy orbit for Earth. He busied himself making a few adjustments,\n doing his best to ignore the protests from his partner in crime. He\n warned her the trip might be long.", "\"Actually, I have a fine idea,\" he informed the officer coldly. \"I\n happen to be a qualified space pilot. Everything here is under control.\n If Miss Koslow thinks you should arrest Jeffers, you can call us later\n on this channel.\"", "ships by 'automatic' flight—that is, a long, slow, economical orbit\n and automatic signalling equipment. Then they're boarded approaching", "Earth's orbit and landed by pilots who don't have to waste their time\n making the entire trip.\"\nHe followed the signals of a spacesuited member of the port staff and", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "\"You can't fire me,\" retorted the pilot pityingly. \"I came out here\n on a contract. Five hundred credits a week base pay, five hundred for\n hazardous duty. How else can you get pilots out to Jupiter?\"", "He soon found that there was nothing for him to do but hang around the\n garage in case a spaceship should land. The few runs to other domes\n seemed to be assigned to drivers with larger vehicles.", "He ran a practiced eye over the board, reading the condition of the\n ship. It pleased him. Everything was ready for a takeoff into an", "\"I'd be stuck for six months in this orbit with some brash young man,\"\n Tolliver finished for her. \"I guess it's better this way,\" he said\n meditatively a moment later.", "After a brief search, he located the spacesuits. Many, evidently\n intended for replacements, had never been unpacked, but there were a", "There seemed to be no one about. The landing dome had been collapsed\n and stored, and the ship's airlock port was closed.", "It took him considerable scrambling to boost the girl up the ladder and\n inside, but he managed. They passed through the airlock, fretting at", "\"You never can tell,\" said the pilot, yielding to temptation. \"Any\n square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous.\"", "TOLLIVER'S ORBIT\nwas slow—but it wasn't boring. And\n\n it would get you there—as long as", "He went on to explain something of the tremendous cost in fuel\n necessary to make more than minor corrections to their course. Even\n though the Patrol ship could easily catch the slow freighter, bringing\n along enough fuel to head back would be something else again.", "\"Pretty official, as a matter of fact.\"\n\n\n \"All right,\" Tolliver decided. \"We'll try the ship you just came in on.\n They might have finished refueling and left her empty.\"" ] ]

[ "What isn't true of the red-headed girl?", "What doesn't describe Jaro?", "Which isn't true about the Mercurians?", "Which isn't true about Stanley?", "Why did Jaro sneak out of his hostelry?", "What does Peet seem to care about the most?", "What words best describe Miss Webb?", "Why did Jaro ask to meet Miss Webb?", "Who wanted Jaro dead?", "What's really happening on Mercury?" ]

[ [ "she was undercover", "she was sure her plan would succeed", "she was trying to set up an assassination", "she was kidnapped" ], [ "he's curious", "he's a murderer", "he'll do anything for money", "he's well-known on many planets" ], [ "they're peaceful people", "most want a revolution", "they can handle extreme heat ", "they can see well in the day" ], [ "he can play piano", "he works for Mr. Peet", "he cares about the Mercurians", "he's killed people before" ], [ "he wanted his money from Mr. Peet", "he wanted to meet Joan", "he was in need of more Latonka", "he wanted to figure out the mystery" ], [ "keeping all of his power and money", "the safety of all citizens on Mercury", "getting off of Mercury", "the people that work for him" ], [ "secretive and manipulative", "annoyed and rude", "witty and sarcastic", "careful and cautious" ], [ "He doesn't have anyone else to talk to", "He wants to know what's really going on", "He wants her to be an assassin", "He found her attractive" ], [ "Karfial Hodes", "Miss Mikhail and Miss Webb", "the Martian rebellion", "Stanley and Mr. Peet" ], [ "The Mercurians are rebelling against Peet and will do what it takes to get their freedom.", "Peet wants to sell his Lotonka Trust and get back to Earth.", "Karfial Hodes is taking hostages to win his battle against Terrestrials.", "Peet is lying to stop Earth from granting Mercurians their freedom." ] ]

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[ [ "She bent her head in acknowledgment so that her bronze red hair fell\n down about her face. There was perspiration on her upper lip and\n temples. Her crimson mouth wore a fixed smile. Her eyes were frightened.", "\"So,\" said the red-head; \"you have come. I did not think you would be\n in time.\" Her hands were clenched in her lap. The knuckles were white.\n\n\n The man said nothing.", "And what had happened to the girl. Had the rebels abducted her. If\n so, he suspected that they had caught a tartar. The Red Witch had the\n reputation of being able to take care of herself.", "Jaro still said nothing. Miss Mikail must be the red-headed singer,\n whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases.\n He doubted that even she remembered her right name.", "The girl, with an almost imperceptible gesture, shook her head.", "\"It's not true,\" Joan flared. \"It's all a pack of lies invented by the\n Latonka Trust. I know.\"", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "\"Oh,\" cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. \"Did you shoot that\n poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?\"", "Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted\n over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim.\n\n\n \"Never a dull moment,\" she gritted.", "\"Go on,\" said the pianist in a flat voice.\n\n\n The red-head shivered. Stepping from the stage she picked her way\n through the tables until she came to the one occupied by the newcomer.", ", a tight-frocked, limber-hipped,\n red-head was singing \"\nThe Lady from Mars\n.\" The song was a rollicking,", "Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could\n sense it. An exclamation was suddenly choked off as if a hand had been\n clamped over the girl's mouth.", "\"All right,\" Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl\n thoughtfully. \"I'll have to confide certain facts which might be\n dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?\"", "At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb.\n Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her\n chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.", "\"Red!\" said Jaro in a low voice.\n\n\n There was no answer.\n\n\n \"Red!\" he repeated, louder.", "Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. He felt something brush\n his sleeve. Somewhere a girl giggled.", "As the door closed behind the girl, Albert Peet licked his lips, said:\n \"Mr. Moynahan, I suppose my disappearance back at your room requires", "\"No,\" the girl replied. \"But we think he's here in the city.\"\n\n\n \"Why? What makes you think that?\"", "\"Here's to the revolution,\" he said. His low voice carried an odd,\n compelling note. His eyes, light blue and amused, were pale against his\n brown face.\n\n\n The girl drew in her breath.", "railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's\n inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite\n clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:" ], [ "Jaro said nothing.", "\"Red!\" said Jaro in a low voice.\n\n\n There was no answer.\n\n\n \"Red!\" he repeated, louder.", "Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the\n room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the", "Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. He was a big man, handsome\n in a gaunt fashion. Only his eyes were different. They were flat and", "right. She had straight black hair which hung not quite to her\n shoulders, and dark brown eyes, and enough of everything else to absorb\n Jaro's attention.", "Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat.", "Jaro still said nothing. Miss Mikail must be the red-headed singer,\n whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases.\n He doubted that even she remembered her right name.", "The door swung open. A heavy set man entered, shut and locked the door,\n then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his\n lips.", "Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could\n sense it. An exclamation was suddenly choked off as if a hand had been\n clamped over the girl's mouth.", "Jaro shrugged, dismissed the waiter. He had not expected to get much\n information from the waiter, but he was not a man to overlook any", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "\"But how badly?\" Peet was wringing his hands.\n\n\n \"Nothing serious,\" said Jaro. \"He'll have his arm in a sling for a\n while. That's all.\"", "\"Look,\" began Jaro annoyed.", "Jaro returned to his room, stripped off his pajamas, climbed back into\n his suit. He tested the slug gun. It was a flat, ugly weapon which", "out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the\n followers.\nOnce back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes,", "Jaro raised his eyebrows. \"Perhaps then you know where she is?\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet shook his head. \"No. Karfial Hodes' men abducted her.\"", "Jaro descended the incline to the network of burrows which served\n as streets during the flaming days. Here in the basements and", "Mr. Peet's face fell. \"You won't reconsider?\"\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" said Jaro; \"but I've got a date. I'm late now.\" He started to\n leave.", "Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of\n Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste.", "Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room.\nOnce Jaro Moynahan had regained the street, he mopped his forehead with" ], [ "\"I don't believe it,\" said the girl. \"The Mercurians are the most\n peaceable people in the Universe. They've been agitating for freedom,", "\"Not entirely,\" said Peet uncomfortably. \"There are many of us\n here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We\n have—ah—pooled our resources.\"", "yes. But they believe in passive resistance. I don't believe you could\n induce a Mercurian to kill, even in self-protection. That's why Albert", "Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up.\n The Mercurians, he knew, had been agitating for freedom for years.", "\"No! Mercury is not ready for freedom. Only a handful of fanatics are\n engineering the revolution. The real Mercurian patriots are against", "it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. The Mercurians hate\n them. We haven't but a handful of troops.\"", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "\"What revolution? I'm going around in circles.\"\n\n\n \"The Mercurians, of course.\"", "possibility. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have\n engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot.", "The night was very hot; but then it is always hot on Mercury, the\n newest, the wildest, the hottest of Earth's frontiers. Fans spaced", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave,\n a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well", "pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic,\n yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't\n sweat at all.", "Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time\n self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in", "The man arose. \"Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down.\" He\n pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow", "sub-basements were located the shops and dram houses where the\n Mercurians sat around little tables drinking silently of the pale green\n Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the", "But as soon as he emerged he was conscious again of the followers. In\n the dense, humid night, he was like a blind man trying to elude the\n cat-eyed Mercurians.", "Red Witch of Mercury\nBy EMMETT McDOWELL\nDeath was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and\n\n every planet had known his touch. But now, on", "It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot,\n teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge.", "\"\nEarth Congress suspends negotiations on Mercurian freedom pending\n investigation of rumored rebellion. Terrestrials advised to return to\n Earth. Karfial Hodes, Mercurian patriot, being sought.\n\"" ], [ "some explanation. But the fact is that Stanley brought an important bit\n of news.\" He paused.", "\"Stanley,\" said Mr. Peet. \"You're bleeding all over my carpet. Why", "\"Really, Mr. Moynahan, was it necessary to shoot Stanley? Isn't\n that—ah—a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I\n had a job for him.\"", "\"What's happened?\" cried Albert Peet in distress. \"What's wrong with\n you, Stanley?\"\n\n\n \"This dirty slob shot me in the shoulder.\"", "\"Here, I'll take them,\" said Stanley coming back into the room. He had\n staunched the flow of blood. His face was even whiter, if possible.", "\"It's not true,\" Joan flared. \"It's all a pack of lies invented by the\n Latonka Trust. I know.\"", "\"I'll get you for this,\" said Stanley, his mouth twisted in pain.\n \"You've broken my shoulder. I'll kill you.\"\n\n\n The door to the inner sanctum swung open.", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "Stanley climbed to his feet, swayed a moment drunkenly, then wobbled\n out a door on the left just as a tall brunette hurried in from the", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "Mr. Peet came to the door. \"Hello, Stanley. I thought Hodes had you?\n Where's Miss Mikail?\"\n\n\n \"I got away. Look, Mr. Peet, I got to see you alone.\"", "\"Stanley, I thought I left you in the native quarter. Why did you\n follow me? How many times have I told you never to come here?\"", "\"Now, Mr. Moynahan.\" Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. \"Stanley, go", "\"Stanley!\" called Albert Peet.", "A loud, authoritative rapping at the door interrupted further\n speculation. He swung his bare feet over the edge of the bed, stood\n up and ground out his cigarette. Before he could reach the door the\n rapping came again.", "\"Let's get this straight,\" he said mildly. \"I've known your kind\n before. Frankly, ever since I saw you I've had to repress a desire to\n step on you as I might a spider.\"", "was little doubt but that he had killed quite a number of men. But this\n business of hunting a man through the rat-runs beneath the city was out\n of his line.", "\"The fact is, Mr. Moynahan, that we won't need you after all. I realize\n that we've put you to considerable trouble and we're prepared to pay", "\"Well then,\" he said. \"In the first place, I just killed that\n baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office.\"\n\n\n \"\nAwk!\n\" said Joan, choking on the Latonka.", "bed. He got up and ground out the cigarette. He went to the door, but\n did not open it. Instead, he took another turn about the room. Again he" ], [ "out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the\n followers.\nOnce back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes,", "Back on the narrow alley-like street Jaro Moynahan headed for his\n hostelry. By stretching out his arms he could touch the buildings on", "Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the\n room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the", "Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room.\nOnce Jaro Moynahan had regained the street, he mopped his forehead with", "The door swung open. A heavy set man entered, shut and locked the door,\n then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his\n lips.", "\"What're you sneaking around here for?\"\n\n\n Jaro settled himself warily, his light blue eyes flicking over the\n youth.", "Mr. Peet's face fell. \"You won't reconsider?\"\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" said Jaro; \"but I've got a date. I'm late now.\" He started to\n leave.", "Jaro shrugged, dismissed the waiter. He had not expected to get much\n information from the waiter, but he was not a man to overlook any", "Jaro returned to his room, stripped off his pajamas, climbed back into\n his suit. He tested the slug gun. It was a flat, ugly weapon which", "Jaro began again patiently. \"Wait for me in the first grog shop.\n There's something I must know. It's important.\" He cleared his throat.", "The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came\n through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro\n Moynahan he froze.", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "\"Red!\" said Jaro in a low voice.\n\n\n There was no answer.\n\n\n \"Red!\" he repeated, louder.", "Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could\n sense it. An exclamation was suddenly choked off as if a hand had been\n clamped over the girl's mouth.", "railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's\n inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite\n clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:", "Jaro raised his eyebrows. \"Perhaps then you know where she is?\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet shook his head. \"No. Karfial Hodes' men abducted her.\"", "Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat.", "Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of\n Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste.", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. He felt something brush\n his sleeve. Somewhere a girl giggled." ], [ "Albert Peet forgot to introduce us. There's some skullduggery going on\n here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought\n you might be able to help me.\"", "\"They told me Mr. Peet was here,\" he said.\n\n\n \"It's for you,\" said Jaro over his shoulder.", "Mr. Peet licked his lips again. \"I have come, Mr. Moynahan, on a matter\n of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this", "Mr. Peet's face fell. \"You won't reconsider?\"\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" said Jaro; \"but I've got a date. I'm late now.\" He started to\n leave.", "\"You've killed him,\" said Peet. \"If I were you, Mr. Moynahan, I would\n be on the next liner back to Earth.\"", "Mr. Peet licked his lips. \"But you will, surely you will. Unless\n Karfial Hodes is stopped immediately there will be a bloody uprising", "Who, but Albert Peet. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there\n was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe.", "Albert Peet said, \"Would you excuse me, Mr. Moynahan?\" He licked his\n lips. \"I'll just step out into the hall a moment.\" He went out, drawing\n the door shut after him.", "\"But how badly?\" Peet was wringing his hands.\n\n\n \"Nothing serious,\" said Jaro. \"He'll have his arm in a sling for a\n while. That's all.\"", "\"Albert Peet,\" she continued, \"has been trying to sell out but nobody\n will touch the stock, not since it looks as if the Earth Congress is", "\"Now, Mr. Moynahan.\" Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. \"Stanley, go", "\"Stanley,\" said Mr. Peet. \"You're bleeding all over my carpet. Why", "Mr. Peet accepted the guns gingerly. He held them as if they might\n explode any minute. He started to put them in his pocket, thought\n better of it, glanced around helplessly.", "Jaro got up, keeping an eye on Albert Peet, brushed off his knees.", "Mr. Peet came to the door. \"Hello, Stanley. I thought Hodes had you?\n Where's Miss Mikail?\"\n\n\n \"I got away. Look, Mr. Peet, I got to see you alone.\"", "Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Why\n beat about the bush,\" he asked with a sudden grin. \"Mr. Peet, you've", "\"What's happened?\" cried Albert Peet in distress. \"What's wrong with\n you, Stanley?\"\n\n\n \"This dirty slob shot me in the shoulder.\"", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "At the desk he inquired if any messages had come for him. There were\n none, but the clerk had seen Mr. Peet with a young fellow take the", "\"There's been an—ah—accident,\" said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips.\n \"Call a doctor, Miss Webb.\"" ], [ "Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted\n over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim.\n\n\n \"Never a dull moment,\" she gritted.", "\"Oh,\" cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. \"Did you shoot that\n poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?\"", "\"Oh!\" exclaimed Miss Webb as she caught sight of the blood staining the\n carpet.\nJoan Webb", "\"There's been an—ah—accident,\" said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips.\n \"Call a doctor, Miss Webb.\"", "into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may\n go home. I'll have no more work for you today.\"", "At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb.\n Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her\n chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.", "\"Here, Miss Webb,\" he said, \"do something with these. Put them in my\n desk.\"", "Mr. Peet came back into the room.\n\n\n \"Why, no, I mean yes,\" replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her\n eyes.", "Miss Webb's eyes grew round as marbles. \"I wouldn't touch one of those\n nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury.\"", "\"Goodbye, Miss Webb,\" said Mr. Peet firmly.\n\n\n Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room.", "anyone called a doctor? Where's Miss Webb? Miss Webb! Oh, Miss Webb!\n That girl. Miss Webb!\"", "\"Yes,\" replied Miss Webb sweetly.\n\n\n A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took\n Jaro's order.", "\"Oh,\" said Miss Webb, \"the offices of the Latonka Trust.\"", "Miss Webb raised an eyebrow, went to the visoscreen. In a moment she\n had tuned in the prim starched figure of a nurse seated at a desk.", "\"Thank you,\" said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added:\n \"You trollop.\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress.", "\"All right,\" Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl\n thoughtfully. \"I'll have to confide certain facts which might be\n dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?\"", "\"Score one,\" breathed Jaro, \"I begin to see light. Miss Webb—ah,\n Joan—I've a notion that we're going to be a great team. How do you\n happen to be Albert Peet's private secretary?\"", "\"Don't you find the heat rather uncomfortable, Miss Webb. But perhaps\n you've become accustomed to it.\"", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "\"When you go out, turn left toward the native quarter. Wait for me in\n the first grog shop you come to.\"\n\n\n Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. \"What's this? A new technique?\"" ], [ "\"All right,\" Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl\n thoughtfully. \"I'll have to confide certain facts which might be\n dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?\"", "\"Yes,\" replied Miss Webb sweetly.\n\n\n A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took\n Jaro's order.", "\"Score one,\" breathed Jaro, \"I begin to see light. Miss Webb—ah,\n Joan—I've a notion that we're going to be a great team. How do you\n happen to be Albert Peet's private secretary?\"", "\"Goodbye, Miss Webb,\" said Mr. Peet firmly.\n\n\n Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room.", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "\"Miss Mikail made you a proposition?\" Albert Peet's voice was tight.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" said Jaro.\n\n\n \"You accepted?\"", "Still grinning, Jaro sat down. \"I'm Jaro Moynahan, Miss Webb. I think", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "\"Thank you,\" said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added:\n \"You trollop.\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress.", "\"Oh,\" cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. \"Did you shoot that\n poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?\"", "Mr. Peet's face fell. \"You won't reconsider?\"\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" said Jaro; \"but I've got a date. I'm late now.\" He started to\n leave.", "\"They told me Mr. Peet was here,\" he said.\n\n\n \"It's for you,\" said Jaro over his shoulder.", "Jaro began again patiently. \"Wait for me in the first grog shop.\n There's something I must know. It's important.\" He cleared his throat.", "Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted\n over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim.\n\n\n \"Never a dull moment,\" she gritted.", "railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's\n inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite\n clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:", "The door swung open. A heavy set man entered, shut and locked the door,\n then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his\n lips.", "Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Why\n beat about the bush,\" he asked with a sudden grin. \"Mr. Peet, you've", "\"Here, Miss Webb,\" he said, \"do something with these. Put them in my\n desk.\"", "Jaro laughed. \"How did you know Red had been kidnapped?\"\n\n\n \"We have a very efficient information system. I had the report of Miss\n Mikail's abduction fifteen minutes after the fact.\"", "Mr. Peet came back into the room.\n\n\n \"Why, no, I mean yes,\" replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her\n eyes." ], [ "Jaro said nothing.", "The door swung open. A heavy set man entered, shut and locked the door,\n then glanced around casually. His eyes fastened on Jaro. He licked his\n lips.", "Jaro said nothing. He ignored the hand, waited, poised like a cat.", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "Jaro returned to his room, stripped off his pajamas, climbed back into\n his suit. He tested the slug gun. It was a flat, ugly weapon which", "Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the\n room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the", "\"Look,\" began Jaro annoyed.", "\"Red!\" said Jaro in a low voice.\n\n\n There was no answer.\n\n\n \"Red!\" he repeated, louder.", "Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could\n sense it. An exclamation was suddenly choked off as if a hand had been\n clamped over the girl's mouth.", "\"Only,\" continued Jaro coldly, \"I'm not ready to be bought off. I think\n I'll deal myself a hand in this game.\"", "Jaro raised his eyebrows. \"Perhaps then you know where she is?\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet shook his head. \"No. Karfial Hodes' men abducted her.\"", "Jaro eyed him coldly as with his good hand the youth dropped the dart\n guns back into their holsters.", "Jaro still said nothing. Miss Mikail must be the red-headed singer,\n whom at different times he had known under a dozen different aliases.\n He doubted that even she remembered her right name.", "\"You dirty ...\" he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him\n in the shoulder.", "hurled him against the wall. Jaro vaulted the rail, deftly relieved him\n of two poisoned needle guns.", "Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. He was a big man, handsome\n in a gaunt fashion. Only his eyes were different. They were flat and", "The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came\n through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro\n Moynahan he froze.", "\"All right,\" Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl\n thoughtfully. \"I'll have to confide certain facts which might be\n dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?\"", "\"Miss Mikail made you a proposition?\" Albert Peet's voice was tight.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" said Jaro.\n\n\n \"You accepted?\"", "Jaro shrugged, dismissed the waiter. He had not expected to get much\n information from the waiter, but he was not a man to overlook any" ], [ "The night was very hot; but then it is always hot on Mercury, the\n newest, the wildest, the hottest of Earth's frontiers. Fans spaced", "\"Not entirely,\" said Peet uncomfortably. \"There are many of us\n here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We\n have—ah—pooled our resources.\"", "\"No! Mercury is not ready for freedom. Only a handful of fanatics are\n engineering the revolution. The real Mercurian patriots are against", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. The Mercurians hate\n them. We haven't but a handful of troops.\"", "\"What revolution? I'm going around in circles.\"\n\n\n \"The Mercurians, of course.\"", "Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time\n self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in", "\"I don't believe it,\" said the girl. \"The Mercurians are the most\n peaceable people in the Universe. They've been agitating for freedom,", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave,\n a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well", "Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up.\n The Mercurians, he knew, had been agitating for freedom for years.", "possibility. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have\n engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot.", "Red Witch of Mercury\nBy EMMETT McDOWELL\nDeath was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and\n\n every planet had known his touch. But now, on", "You've got to find him, Jaro. He's stirring up all Mercury.\"", "yes. But they believe in passive resistance. I don't believe you could\n induce a Mercurian to kill, even in self-protection. That's why Albert", "But as soon as he emerged he was conscious again of the followers. In\n the dense, humid night, he was like a blind man trying to elude the\n cat-eyed Mercurians.", "pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic,\n yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't\n sweat at all.", "Unexpectedly, the deep, ringing voice of Mercury Sam boomed out from\n the stage.\n\n\n \"It's all right. The master fuse blew out. The lights will be on in a\n moment.\"", "It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot,\n teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge.", "The man arose. \"Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down.\" He\n pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow" ] ]

[ "Who seems to be writing the most falsehoods?", "Do Cassidy and Arrow feel the same way about Krugman?", "Which writer seemed to like Krugman the most?", "Which would Fishman not use to describe Brian Arthur?", "What seems to be Krugman's biggest issue with Arthur?", "Which of the following most likely happened to Krugman after these letters?" ]

[ [ "M. Mitchell Waldrop", "John Cassidy", "Paul Krugman", "Kenneth J. Arrow" ], [ "No - Arrow finds him less offensive than Cassidy", "Yes - They both think he was misinformed", "No - Cassidy thinks he's a liar, but Arrow doesn't", "Yes - They both think he wrote inaccurate statements about people" ], [ "Waldrop", "Arrow", "Cassidy", "Fishman" ], [ "innovative", "vain", "a nice guy", "intelligent" ], [ "Arthur allows too many people to misquote him.", "Arthur received too much credit for increasing returns.", "Arthur provided inaccurate information.", "Arthur didn't do enough research on increasing returns." ], [ "Krugman wrote an official apology to the writers.", "Krugman wrote another book about increasing returns.", "Krugman quit writing in newspapers.", "Krugman lost credibility among his colleagues." ] ]

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[ [ "a fabricator or a liar. The quotes in question came", "Krugman appears to suggest that I made up some quotes,", "story that puts them in a bad light,\" he pronounces.", "Arthur has never, to my knowledge, claimed any such thing.", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to", "of Government\"--is \"pure fiction.\" Perhaps so, but in that", "That morality play--not the question of who deserves credit--was the main point of my column, because it is a pure (and malicious) fantasy that has nonetheless become part of the story line people tell about increasing returns and its relationship to mainstream economics.", "And as I pointed out in the chronology I provided", "I hadn't recently reread his informative 1994 book Peddling", "Paul Krugman for his lament about credulous reporters who refuse", "devastating exposé of Arthur's pretensions--but to little effect. [Click", "reply, but some of his claims are so defamatory that", "Krugman wrote: \"Cassidy's article tells the story of how", "I leave it for others to decide whether I was too gullible in writing Complexity . For the record, however, I would like to inject a few facts into Krugman's story, which he summarizes nicely in the final paragraph:", "What Cassidy in fact did in his article was to trace a line of influence between one of Arthur's early articles and the current claims of the Department of Justice against Microsoft. It appears that Cassidy based his article on several interviews, not just one.", "Peddling Prosperity , in which he devotes a chapter to", "to others. \"Cassidy has made it clear in earlier writing", "book came out, I wrote him as politely as I", "Brian does indeed describe what others had done in the", "is stated in his first paragraph: \"Cassidy's article [in" ], [ "Krugman wrote: \"Cassidy's article tells the story of how", "Arthur nor by Cassidy. Krugman has not read Cassidy's", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to", "or his own. Krugman seems to fear a plot to", "Thank you, Mr. Cassidy. \n\n Letter from Kenneth J. Arrow:", "--John Cassidy \n\n Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy:", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "What Cassidy in fact did in his article was to trace a line of influence between one of Arthur's early articles and the current claims of the Department of Justice against Microsoft. It appears that Cassidy based his article on several interviews, not just one.", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "is stated in his first paragraph: \"Cassidy's article [in", "the field--Paul Krugman among them. Elsewhere in that same", "to others. \"Cassidy has made it clear in earlier writing", "ago. After Krugman's article appeared, the Santa Fe professor called", "in question as I described them. Krugman, as he admits,", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "Pace Krugman, I also did not claim that Arthur bears", "To claim, as Krugman does, that I \"don't like" ], [ "Paul Krugman loves", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "1) Krugman", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "To claim, as Krugman does, that I \"don't like", "c) So, when I received Krugman's letter shortly after Complexity came out, I was puzzled: He was complaining that I hadn't referenced others in the increasing-returns field--Paul Krugman among them--although I had explicitly done so.", "restored others--including (I thought) the passage that mentioned Krugman.", "Krugman wrote. \"In the early 1980s, Paul David and", "the field--Paul Krugman among them. Elsewhere in that same", "ago. After Krugman's article appeared, the Santa Fe professor called", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "Krugman notes, one reason for this was technical, not ideological.", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "Paul Krugman's", "Krugman appears to suggest that I made up some quotes,", "in question as I described them. Krugman, as he admits,", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to", "fact, pervasive in the economy.\" Evidently, Krugman felt four", "Who are the first scholars Krugman mentions in his account?" ], [ "Brian Arthur was saying--that the whole business about the seminar", "Brian does indeed describe what others had done in the", "plausible fellow like Brian Arthur at face value without checking", "Arthur has never, to my knowledge, claimed any such thing.", "Brian Arthur; it also painted a picture of the economics", "of it. Indeed, I quote Brian pointing out that increasing", "Brian Arthur as the originator of increasing returns, even though", "serious matter. In effect, he is accusing Brian Arthur, a", "to say that Arthur had used the term while others refer", "story? Is it possible that he completely misunderstood what Brian", "criticizes. They generally agreed that Brian was a maverick in", "the Cassidy article, didn't just tell the story of Brian", "the Microsoft case, he singled out Brian Arthur as the", "Paul Krugman vent his spleen against fellow economist Brian Arthur", "Arthur is not a likely suspect. In a series of", "Klein's words, not those of Arthur, that prompted me to", "with Al Fishlow at Berkeley, in which Fishlow supposedly said,", "attack on Brian Arthur (\"The Legend of Arthur\") requires a", "that idea to Arthur. Indeed, the phrase \"increasing returns\" appears", "Pace Krugman, I also did not claim that Arthur bears" ], [ "Paul Krugman vent his spleen against fellow economist Brian Arthur", "Pace Krugman, I also did not claim that Arthur bears", "papers, including those of Paul Krugman. (See Arthur's papers", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to", "1) Krugman", "Arthur nor by Cassidy. Krugman has not read Cassidy's", "perspective. Click to see the foreword.) Hence, Krugman's whole", "Paul Krugman's", "To claim, as Krugman does, that I \"don't like", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "ago. After Krugman's article appeared, the Santa Fe professor called", "Krugman wrote. \"In the early 1980s, Paul David and", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "in question as I described them. Krugman, as he admits,", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "c) So, when I received Krugman's letter shortly after Complexity came out, I was puzzled: He was complaining that I hadn't referenced others in the increasing-returns field--Paul Krugman among them--although I had explicitly done so.", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "fact, pervasive in the economy.\" Evidently, Krugman felt four" ], [ "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "ago. After Krugman's article appeared, the Santa Fe professor called", "Krugman appears to suggest that I made up some quotes,", "c) So, when I received Krugman's letter shortly after Complexity came out, I was puzzled: He was complaining that I hadn't referenced others in the increasing-returns field--Paul Krugman among them--although I had explicitly done so.", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "Krugman wrote. \"In the early 1980s, Paul David and", "d) But, when I checked the published text, I was chagrined to discover that the critical passage mentioning Krugman wasn't there.", "restored others--including (I thought) the passage that mentioned Krugman.", "in question as I described them. Krugman, as he admits,", "or his own. Krugman seems to fear a plot to", "to what Professor Krugman implies, it was an oversight, not", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "Krugman wrote: \"Cassidy's article tells the story of how", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "life, Krugman seems to have listened only to his own", "fact, pervasive in the economy.\" Evidently, Krugman felt four", "Krugman notes, one reason for this was technical, not ideological.", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to" ] ]

[ "What is the origin of the name Joe on Venus? \n", "Who is Joe? \n", "What is the first clue that hints at how Venusian culture has absorbed the name Joe? \n", "What is the significance of the mission Colonel Walsh gives Major Polk? \n", "Major Polk refers to his long hike through the jungle with guide Joe as being like. . . \n", "Which three things do Venusians love about Terrans?\n", "What is the relationship between Polk and Walsh? What is the central complication in their history together?\n", "Which “Joe” faces the brunt of Colonel Walsh’s racism? \n", "What is the name of the Captain in charge of briefing the Major when he arrives on Venus? \n" ]

[ [ "The Venusians use “Joe” as an idiom, referring to friends and family as Joe, even though that is not their given Venusian name. \n", "Terrans use the term “Joe” to refer to each other. The Venusians took the idiom literally and adopted it in earnest as the global name.", "There is a Venusian hero named Joe, prompting all Venusians to take the name.\n", "Venusians are required by Terrans to use the name as a sign of enslavement.\n" ], [ "The Major’s senior officer \n", "A Venusian who doesn’t like cigarettes \n", "The entire population of Venus \n", "A Venusian Trader \n" ], [ "The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “stabbed in the back.” \n", "The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “you’ve got the wrong number.”\n", "The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “bite the bullet.” \n", "The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “Joe,” as a way of causally referring to others. \n" ], [ "Walsh sends Polk on a fools errand in order to trick him into time away from Earth so that Walsh can botch the occupation on Mars once and for all. \n", "Walsh sends Major Polk on a fools errand so that he can trick Polk into the Venusian jungle and kill him, serving as revenge for the embarrassment Polk caused him years ago. \n", "Walsh sends Polk on a fools errands in order to trick him into a full time job on Venus.\n", "Walsh sends Polk on a fools errand in order to trick him into finding trader Joe, who is responsible for some of Walsh’s recent military problems.\n" ], [ "The time a friend took him on a journey through the city on his birthday.\n", "The time Walsh fell asleep on the job and almost destroyed the barracks.", "His time in boot camp.\n", "The relentless way in which Venusians constantly ask for more cigarettes.\n" ], [ "The name “Joe,” Terran cigarettes, and their fun jokes. \n", "The name “Joe,” Terran idioms, and Terran spaceships \n", "Terran idioms, Terran cigarettes, and the Terran interest in Venus. \n", "The name “Joe,” Terran spaceships, and Terran cigarettes. \n" ], [ "Colonel Walsh is Major Polk’s senior officer. Their relationship became contentious in boot camp, when Walsh reported Polk for falling asleep on the job. \n", "Colonel Walsh is Major Polk’s ex best friend. Their relationship became contentious during the Terran occupation of Mars, when Polk realized Walsh was prejudiced against Martian natives. \n", "Colonel Polk is Major Walsh’s ex best friend. Their relationship became contentious in boot camp, when Polk reported Walsh for falling asleep on the job.\n", "Colonel Walsh is Major Polk’s senior officer. Their relationship became contentious in boot camp, when Polk reported Walsh for falling asleep on the job. \n" ], [ "Bartender Joe \n", "Trader Joe \n", "Military Joe\n", "Jungle Guide Joe\n" ], [ "Bransten \n", "Trader Joe \n", "Walsh\n", "Bartender Joe \n" ] ]

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[ [ "\"His name is Joe,\" the Venusian told me. \"Best damn guide on the\n planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do.", "\"I hadn't realized this was your first time on Venus,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Is there a local hero named Joe?\" I asked.", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly.", "A PLANET NAMED JOE\nBy S. A. LOMBINO\nThere were more Joes on Venus than you could shake", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding\n me that chow was at thirteen hundred. As I was leaving, the first\n Venusian came back with the cigarettes Bransten had ordered.", "\"Call me Joe,\" he answered.\n\n\n He caught me off balance. \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Joe,\" he said again.", "\"Sir?\" the Venusian asked.\n\n\n \"We're out of cigarettes, Joe,\" the Captain said. \"Will you get us\n some, please?\"", "\"And the man's name, sir?\"\n\n\n \"Joe.\" A tight smile played on his face.\n\n\n \"Joe what?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Just Joe.\"", "\"No,\" Joe replied. \"I like Terrans too, you understand. They are good\n for Venus. And they are fun.\"\n\n\n \"Fun?\" I asked, thinking of a particular species of Terran: species\n Leonard Walsh.", "I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed.\n\n\n A tall Venusian stepped into the room.\n\n\n \"Joe?\" I asked, just to be sure.", "A faint glimmer of understanding began to penetrate my thick skull.\n \"You wouldn't happen to be Joe the trader? The guy who knows all about\n Mars, would you?\"", "Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories", "\"Yes, Major,\" he said. \"This man is on Venus.\"", "\"I like Venus,\" he said once. \"I would never leave it.\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever been to Earth?\" I asked.", "\"You've got the wrong number,\" he said, and I was a little surprised at\n his use of Terran idiom.\n\n\n \"You are Joe, aren't you? Joe the trader?\"", "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "\"I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I\n thought our activities were confined to Mars.\"", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus.\n He might even have picked a Captain. But he liked me about as much as" ], [ "\"Call me Joe,\" he answered.\n\n\n He caught me off balance. \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Joe,\" he said again.", "\"Joe,\" he said. \"Didn't you know?\"\nWhen we'd been out for a while I discovered why Joe had suggested the", "\"And the man's name, sir?\"\n\n\n \"Joe.\" A tight smile played on his face.\n\n\n \"Joe what?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Just Joe.\"", "Joe smiled secretly, and we pushed on. I began to find, more and more,\n that I had started to talk freely to Joe. In the beginning he had been", "Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may\n have been a gag. But it may have been something a little grimmer than a\n gag, and I made up my mind to be extremely careful from here on in.", "\"Call me Joe,\" he said.\n\n\n I dropped my bags and stared at him. Maybe this\nwas\ngoing to be a\n simple assignment after all. \"I sure am glad to see you, Joe,\" I said.", "Joe was an excellent guide and a pleasant companion. He seemed to be\n enjoying a great romp, seemed to love the jungle and take a secret", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "\"Just Joe?\"", "I listened in fascination. Joe, Joe, Joe. So this was Walsh's idea of a\n great gag. Very funny. Very....", "business, I mean. Now they're all Joe. They like it. That and the\n cigarettes.\"", "I turned rapidly. Joe nodded and kept grinning, a grin that told me he\n was getting a big kick out of all this. Like a kid playing a game.", "\"I'm Joe, all right,\" he said. \"Only thing I ever traded, though, was a\n pocketknife. Got a set of keys for it.\"", "\"A man of my calibre,\" he said then, his face grim. \"Dealing with\n savages.\" He caught himself again and threw a hasty glance at Joe.", "Joe, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment of the trip. In each\n village he greeted the natives cheerfully, told them stories, swapped", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "A faint glimmer of understanding began to penetrate my thick skull.\n \"You wouldn't happen to be Joe the trader? The guy who knows all about\n Mars, would you?\"", "\"His name is Joe,\" the Venusian told me. \"Best damn guide on the\n planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do.", "Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of\n stinking, hot jungle. And I wasn't getting any nearer my man. Nor had", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly." ], [ "\"His name is Joe,\" the Venusian told me. \"Best damn guide on the\n planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do.", "\"I hadn't realized this was your first time on Venus,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Is there a local hero named Joe?\" I asked.", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly.", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding\n me that chow was at thirteen hundred. As I was leaving, the first\n Venusian came back with the cigarettes Bransten had ordered.", "\"Sir?\" the Venusian asked.\n\n\n \"We're out of cigarettes, Joe,\" the Captain said. \"Will you get us\n some, please?\"", "A PLANET NAMED JOE\nBy S. A. LOMBINO\nThere were more Joes on Venus than you could shake", "I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed.\n\n\n A tall Venusian stepped into the room.\n\n\n \"Joe?\" I asked, just to be sure.", "\"And the man's name, sir?\"\n\n\n \"Joe.\" A tight smile played on his face.\n\n\n \"Joe what?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Just Joe.\"", "Walsh seemed to consider this for a moment. \"Well, physically he's like\n any of the other Venusians, so I can't give you much help there. He\n does have a peculiar habit, though.\"", "\"Call me Joe,\" he answered.\n\n\n He caught me off balance. \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Joe,\" he said again.", "A faint glimmer of understanding began to penetrate my thick skull.\n \"You wouldn't happen to be Joe the trader? The guy who knows all about\n Mars, would you?\"", "\"No,\" Joe replied. \"I like Terrans too, you understand. They are good\n for Venus. And they are fun.\"\n\n\n \"Fun?\" I asked, thinking of a particular species of Terran: species\n Leonard Walsh.", "\"You've got the wrong number,\" he said, and I was a little surprised at\n his use of Terran idiom.\n\n\n \"You are Joe, aren't you? Joe the trader?\"", "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "\"Yes,\" Walsh said. \"A native, you know. They rarely go in for more than\n first names. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name\n like Joe. Among the natives, I mean.\"", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "was empty. Quickly, he pressed a button on his desk and the door popped\n open. A tall, blue Venusian stepped lithely into the room.", "Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories", "\"I like Venus,\" he said once. \"I would never leave it.\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever been to Earth?\" I asked." ], [ "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "a ray-gun at. Perhaps there was method in Colonel\n \nWalsh's madness—murder-madness—when he ordered Major", "Walsh's face appeared on the screen. He was smiling, looking like a fat\n pussy cat.\n\n\n \"What is it, Major?\" he asked.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "\"None at all,\" I snapped back. \"I just thought I'd be able to find him\n a lot sooner if....\"\n\n\n \"Take your time, Major,\" Walsh beamed. \"There's no rush at all.\"", "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "\"It will be a simple assignment, Major,\" he said to me, peering over\n his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" I said.", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "\"He's had many dealings with the natives there,\" Walsh explained. \"If\n anyone can tell us the reasons for the revolt, he can.\"", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "then. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get\n by with gravy.", "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. I hadn't liked the\n way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there.\n Which brought to mind an important point.", "Joe was walking beside me, waving at the colonel, beaming all over with\n happiness.\n\n\n \"I see you found your man,\" Walsh said.", "\"What about the natives?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Nothing,\" Walsh said. \"Nothing.\" He was silent for a while.", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "\"I don't know, sir.\"\n\n\n \"A relatively simple assignment,\" Walsh said.\n\n\n \"Can you tell me anything else about this man? Physical appearance?\n Personal habits? Anything?\"" ], [ "Joe was an excellent guide and a pleasant companion. He seemed to be\n enjoying a great romp, seemed to love the jungle and take a secret", "\"Are you familiar with the jungle?\" I asked him.\n\n\n \"Born and raised there, sir. Know it like the back of my hand.\"\n\n\n \"Has Joe told you what the payment will be?\"", "Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of\n stinking, hot jungle. And I wasn't getting any nearer my man. Nor had", "\"Who else, boss?\" he answered.\n\n\n \"I'm trying to locate someone,\" I said. \"I'll need a guide to take me\n into the jungle. Can you get me one?\"", "When he was gone I began figuring out a plan of action. Obviously, I'd\n just have to traipse through the jungle looking for a guy named Joe on", "Two: I could assume there really was a guy name Joe somewhere in that\n jungle, a Joe separate and apart from the other Joes on this planet, a", "Hell, I was through kidding around. \"Look....\"\n\n\n \"He's somewhere in the jungle, you know,\" Walsh said.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "I got to my feet and we started the march again. Joe was still fresh, a\n brilliant contrast to me, weary and dejected. Somehow, I had the same", "His spirits were always high and he never failed to say the right thing\n that would give a momentary lift to my own depressed state of mind. He\n would talk for hours on end as we hacked our way through the jungle.", "\"We've come a long way since the Academy, haven't we, Major?\"\n\n\n \"If you mean in miles,\" I said, looking around at the plants, \"we sure\n have.\"", "\"A man of my calibre,\" he said then, his face grim. \"Dealing with\n savages.\" He caught himself again and threw a hasty glance at Joe.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "Once we stopped in a clearing to rest. Joe lounged on the matted\n greenery, his long body stretched out in front of him, the knife", "\"There are more villages,\" he said.\n\n\n \"We'll never find him.\"\n\n\n \"Possibly,\" Joe mused, the smile creeping over his face again.", "Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may\n have been a gag. But it may have been something a little grimmer than a\n gag, and I made up my mind to be extremely careful from here on in.", "Joe smiled secretly, and we pushed on. I began to find, more and more,\n that I had started to talk freely to Joe. In the beginning he had been", "\"It will be a simple assignment, Major,\" he said to me, peering over\n his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" I said." ], [ "\"No,\" Joe replied. \"I like Terrans too, you understand. They are good\n for Venus. And they are fun.\"\n\n\n \"Fun?\" I asked, thinking of a particular species of Terran: species\n Leonard Walsh.", "\"I like Venus,\" he said once. \"I would never leave it.\"\n\n\n \"Have you ever been to Earth?\" I asked.", "Walsh seemed to consider this for a moment. \"Well, physically he's like\n any of the other Venusians, so I can't give you much help there. He\n does have a peculiar habit, though.\"", "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly.", "\"I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I\n thought our activities were confined to Mars.\"", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding\n me that chow was at thirteen hundred. As I was leaving, the first\n Venusian came back with the cigarettes Bransten had ordered.", "was empty. Quickly, he pressed a button on his desk and the door popped\n open. A tall, blue Venusian stepped lithely into the room.", "\"Steal what?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Cigarettes. I sometimes think the cigarette is one of the few things\n they like about Terran culture.\"", "\"It'll cost you, boss,\" the Venusian said.\n\n\n \"How much?\"\n\n\n \"Two cartons of cigarettes at least.\"", "\"No, no, nothing like that,\" he assured me. \"It's a simple culture, you\n know. Not nearly as developed as Mars.\"\n\n\n \"I can see that,\" I said bitingly.", "\"Sir?\" the Venusian asked.\n\n\n \"We're out of cigarettes, Joe,\" the Captain said. \"Will you get us\n some, please?\"", "For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus.\n He might even have picked a Captain. But he liked me about as much as", "\"His name is Joe,\" the Venusian told me. \"Best damn guide on the\n planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do.", "I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed.\n\n\n A tall Venusian stepped into the room.\n\n\n \"Joe?\" I asked, just to be sure.", "There wasn't much inside the club. A few tables and chairs, a dart game\n and a bar. Behind the bar a tall Venusian lounged.\n\n\n I walked over and asked, \"What are you serving, pal?\"", "The guide arrived at fifteen hundred on the dot. He was tall,\n elongated, looked almost like all the other Venusians I'd seen so far.\n\n\n \"I understand you need a Grade A guide, sir,\" he said.", "He cleared his throat and looked at me apologetically as if he were\n personally responsible for Venusian culture. In fact, he looked as if\n he were responsible for having put Venus in the heavens in the first\n place.", "Venus was hotter than I'd expected it to be. Much too hot for the tunic\n I was wearing. It smelled, too. A funny smell I couldn't place. Like" ], [ "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "Walsh grinned a little. \"Always the wit,\" he said drily. And then the\n smile faded from his lips and his eyes took on a hard lustre. \"I'm", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "\"He's had many dealings with the natives there,\" Walsh explained. \"If\n anyone can tell us the reasons for the revolt, he can.\"", "I faced Walsh again. \"Okay, what's it all about, pal?\"", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "The thought hadn't occurred to me before this, and I began to consider\n it seriously. Walsh was no good, rotten clear through. He was failing", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. I hadn't liked the\n way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there.\n Which brought to mind an important point.", "Joe caught his breath sharply, and I wondered what Walsh was going to\n say about the natives. Apparently he'd realized that Joe was a native.\n Or maybe Joe's knife had something to do with it.", "\"You gave me a powerful handicap to overcome,\" Walsh said. \"I suppose I\n should thank you, really.\"\n\n\n \"You're welcome,\" I said.", "\"What about the natives?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Nothing,\" Walsh said. \"Nothing.\" He was silent for a while.", "\"I don't know, sir.\"\n\n\n \"A relatively simple assignment,\" Walsh said.\n\n\n \"Can you tell me anything else about this man? Physical appearance?\n Personal habits? Anything?\"", "I listened in fascination. Joe, Joe, Joe. So this was Walsh's idea of a\n great gag. Very funny. Very....", "Among the natives, I mean.\nSure. Oh sure. Real simple. Walsh was about the lowest, most\n contemptible....", "He blinked at the screen, trying to realize I'd deliberately hung up on\n him.\n\n\n \"Polk!\" he shouted, \"can you hear me?\"" ], [ "Joe was walking beside me, waving at the colonel, beaming all over with\n happiness.\n\n\n \"I see you found your man,\" Walsh said.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "I listened in fascination. Joe, Joe, Joe. So this was Walsh's idea of a\n great gag. Very funny. Very....", "Joe caught his breath sharply, and I wondered what Walsh was going to\n say about the natives. Apparently he'd realized that Joe was a native.\n Or maybe Joe's knife had something to do with it.", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "\"Yes,\" Walsh said. \"A native, you know. They rarely go in for more than\n first names. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name\n like Joe. Among the natives, I mean.\"", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "The perplexed frown had grown heavier on Joe's face. He looked at the\n colonel in puzzlement.", "\"A man of my calibre,\" he said then, his face grim. \"Dealing with\n savages.\" He caught himself again and threw a hasty glance at Joe.", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of\n stinking, hot jungle. And I wasn't getting any nearer my man. Nor had", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "then. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get\n by with gravy.", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "Among the natives, I mean.\nSure. Oh sure. Real simple. Walsh was about the lowest, most\n contemptible....", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly.", "Beside me, Joe chuckled a little, enjoying the game immensely.\n\n\n \"You didn't have to report me,\" Walsh said." ], [ "\"Yes, Major,\" he said. \"This man is on Venus.\"", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "\"Sure thing,\" the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the\n door behind him.\nAnother Joe\n, I thought.\nAnother damned Joe.\n\"They steal them,\" Captain Bransten said abruptly.", "For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus.\n He might even have picked a Captain. But he liked me about as much as", "\"Easy, sir,\" Bransten said, turning pale. I could see that the Captain\n wasn't used to entertaining Majors. \"The enlisted men. You know how", "was empty. Quickly, he pressed a button on his desk and the door popped\n open. A tall, blue Venusian stepped lithely into the room.", "Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding\n me that chow was at thirteen hundred. As I was leaving, the first\n Venusian came back with the cigarettes Bransten had ordered.", "\"What are you drinking, pal?\" the Venusian asked again.\n\n\n \"Skip it,\" I said. \"How do I get to the captain's shack?\"", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "\"I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I\n thought our activities were confined to Mars.\"", "\"Sir?\" the Venusian asked.\n\n\n \"We're out of cigarettes, Joe,\" the Captain said. \"Will you get us\n some, please?\"", "for. My orders said I was to report to Captain Bransten immediately\n upon arrival. I figured the hell with Captain Bransten. I outranked him", "The guide arrived at fifteen hundred on the dot. He was tall,\n elongated, looked almost like all the other Venusians I'd seen so far.\n\n\n \"I understand you need a Grade A guide, sir,\" he said.", "\"And this man is on Venus now?\" I asked for confirmation. I'd never\n been to Venus, being in Space II ever since I'd left the Moon run. It\n was just like Walsh to ship me off to a strange place.", "\"His name is Joe,\" the Venusian told me. \"Best damn guide on the\n planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do.", "\"It will be a simple assignment, Major,\" he said to me, peering over\n his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" I said.", "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "\"Hello, Major,\" he called, almost cheerfully. The gun didn't look\n cheerful, though. It was pointed at my head.", "I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed.\n\n\n A tall Venusian stepped into the room.\n\n\n \"Joe?\" I asked, just to be sure." ] ]

[ "How can the description the protagonist’s eyes as “aflame” be understood as symbolic? \n", "Who is the protagonist of the story and what is their main objective? \n", "Why does the protagonist want to get back to his wife? \n", "What effect do the bombs have on the war?\n", "Who shows the protagonist the food and the rifle?\n", "How does the war affect the protagonist’s relationship with his wife? \n", "What happens to Europe after the bombs? \n", "How does the meaning of the engraved ring change throughout the story? \n", "What part of the narrator is responsible for the story’s exposition? \n", "What is the double meaning of the ring’s engraving, “It Is Forever.”\n" ]

[ [ "It is symbolic for his drive to win the war. \n", "It is symbolic for his drive to find shelter.\n", "It is symbolic for his drive to return home to his wife.\n", "It is symbolic for his drive to cross the Rio Grande. \n" ], [ "An ex soldier who fought in World War III, looking for his children who have gone missing. \n", "An ex soldier who fought in World War II, traveling home to his wife and children. \n", "An ex soldier who fought in World War III, traveling home to his wife. \n", "An ex soldier who fought in World War III, looking to avenge his wife’s death. \n" ], [ "He promised that he would return home after the Americans won the war.\n", "He promised that his love is “forever” and that he would return from the war.\n", "He promised that his love is “forever” and that he would take her to Europe once the war ended. \n", "He promised that he would return the locket she lent him for the war. \n" ], [ "They end the war but turn the world into a zombie landscape. \n", "They end he war and restore peace and harmony, even though there are still some stragglers wandering home from the war. \n", "They end the war, but turn it into a semi-apocalyptic landscape.\n", "They end the war, but turn the world into tribal groups with strict borders. \n" ], [ "A conquerer \n", "He found them himself \n", "A member of his battalion \n", "His horse \n" ], [ "She waits at home like they planned, greeting them lovingly. \n", "She is transformed into a monster, striking fear in the protagonist. \n", "She is killed during the war, her body nowhere to be found. \n", "She patiently waits for him at home. \n" ], [ "It becomes anarchic, with essentially no governments left. \n", "It becomes anarchic, with nothing but gangs to officially end what is left of the war. \n", "It falls to Russia, becoming a wasteland in the wake of its bombing. \n", "It becomes a festering wasteland. All living things dead. \n" ], [ "At first it is a declaration of everlasting love, but soon shows that its pledge exists\npast death, becoming a haunting symbol of how love can bleed into death. \n", "At first it is a declaration of everlasting love, but soon shows that its pledge exists\npast death, becoming a haunting symbol what can happen when love isn’t returned home. \n", "At first it is a declaration of everlasting marriage, but soon shows that its pledge even exists in war, becoming a symbol of how love can survive death and overcome all trials. \n", "At first it is a declaration of commitment, but soon shows that its pledge exists in death, becoming a haunting symbol of how love doesn’t last forever. \n\n" ], [ "His war experience. \n", "His memory. \n", "His heart. \n", "His love for his wife. \n" ], [ "Forever in marriage; forever after death. \n", "Forever in life; forever undead. \n", "Forever in life; forever in war. \n", "Forever in war; forever after. \n" ] ]

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[ [ "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and\n the sun to the moon. The torch became a white pock-marked goddess, with\n streaming hair called stars.", "straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were\n the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which", "His blood froze. The creature illuminated by the firelight was a\n monster. Large greasy scales covered its face and arms, and there was", "dying fire, seeing the bright glowing coals as living fingers clutching\n at the wood in consuming embrace, taking all and returning nothing but\n ashes.", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the\n room. It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one", "quickly, sending up long tongues of flame, and forming a bright pool of\n light around her.", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "blazing fire. It was then that he had showed it to her.", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "no hair on its head. Its gums were toothless cavities in a sunken,\n mumbling mouth. The eyes, turned momentarily toward the window, were\n empty of life.", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "shadows. He waited, wondering if she were.... Presently she stirred\n like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile\n of wood near the hearth, and replenished the fire. The wood caught", "In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding\n coffee. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the", "But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone;\n all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible", "Slowly his eyelids yielded. His body sagged, and blood seemed to fill\n his brain, bathing it in a gentle, warm flood.\n\n\n He slept. His brain slept." ], [ "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat\n from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible\n through the moonlight, he saw it. Home.", "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long\n grass near the stream. Quickly he saddled him. No time for breakfast.", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. He had\n found a horse. Not a normal horse, but a mutation. It was almost twice", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "from the river in the battered coffee-pot he had salvaged, and while he\n waited for it to boil, he went to his horse, Conqueror, stroking his", "and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent\n swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the\n United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the", "The horse moved faster now. They were nearing a river; the water would\n be welcome on tired bodies and dry throats. He spurred his horse,", "This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had\n found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching.", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "They had started the long trek. Throughout Europe anarchy reigned. He\n and his men were alone. All they could do now was fight. Finally they", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that" ], [ "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had\n found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "what it had once been. He could not be more than two days' ride away.\n Once he was through this desert, he would find her, he would be with", "But he knew he was closer now. Closer to home. He recognized the land.\n How, he did not know, for it was much changed. A sensing, perhaps, of", "There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat\n from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible\n through the moonlight, he saw it. Home.", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "He would ride all day and the next night. And he would be home.", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "He knew then. He had come home.", "The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet,\n sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off", "Yet these remnants of an army must return—or at least try. Their\n exodus was just beginning. Somehow he had managed to hold together the", "his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in\n his arms and that he was sinking deep, deep into a familiar sea, where\n he had been many times before but each time found something new and", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent\n swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the\n United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it" ], [ "But too many bombers got through, dropping their deadly cargo upon the\n helpless cities. And not all the prayers or entreaties to any God had", "stopped their carnage. First there had been the red flashes that melted\n buildings into molten streams, and then the great triple-mushroom cloud\n filled with the poisonous gases that the wind swept away to other", "bombers. The horrendous battle split the universe. Many bombers fell,\n victims of fanatical suicide planes, or of missiles that streaked\n across the sky which none could escape.", "Across the Atlantic, over the pole, via Alaska, the great bombers\n flew. In cities, great and small, the air raid sirens sounded, high", "To no avail. Neither side had won. Most of the cities and the majority\n of the population of both countries had been destroyed. Even their", "\"Heavy bombers!\" The alarm had sounded, and the men had headed for\n their foxholes.", "targets. When the all-clear had sounded, the men clambered from their\n shelters. An icy wind swept the field, bringing with it clouds which\n covered the sun. A strange fear had gripped him then....", "The retaliatory forces had roared away to bomb the Russian cities. Few,\n if any, had returned. Too much blood and life were on their hands.", "But the planes had passed over, the sun glinting on their bellies,\n reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "was near. The Russians had not yet used the H-bomb; the threat of\n annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great.", "The war had ended.", "He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for\n bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "where the fighting had begun. Already the city was a silent graveyard,\n littered with the rubble of towers and cathedrals which had once been\n great.", "and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by\n the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into \"El Mundo gris", "Suddenly he had become aware of a droning, wooshing sound above him. It\n grew louder and louder until he knew what it was.", "Those who had remained alive had found a resting place on the crown\n of some distant mountain. Others had preferred the silent peaceful\n sea, where flesh stayed not long on bones, and only darting fishes and", "screaming noises which had jarred the people from sleep in time to die.\n The defending planes roared into the sky to intercept the on-rushing", "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him." ], [ "empty, but there were cans of food and a rifle and many shells. He had\n remained there a long time—how long he could not tell, for he could", "there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. He had\n found a horse. Not a normal horse, but a mutation. It was almost twice", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "He had been on the trail for a long time. His food was nearly\n exhausted. The mountains were just beginning, and he hoped to find food", "mane and whispering in his ear. Then he led him silently to a grassy\n slope where he hobbled him and left him for the night.", "In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding\n coffee. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the", "from the river in the battered coffee-pot he had salvaged, and while he\n waited for it to boil, he went to his horse, Conqueror, stroking his", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long\n grass near the stream. Quickly he saddled him. No time for breakfast.", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "only measure time by the cycles of the sun and the moon. Finally he\n had taken the horse, the rifle and what food was left, and once again\n started the long journey home.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "mirror. His muscles were lean and hard, evenly placed throughout the\n length of his frame. A deep ridge ran down the length of his torso,\n separating the muscles, making the chest broad. Well satisfied with his" ], [ "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for\n bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him.\n He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in\n his arms and that he was sinking deep, deep into a familiar sea, where\n he had been many times before but each time found something new and", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "was with his wife in the living room of their home. They had put the\n children to bed—their sons—and now sat on the couch, watching the", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "shadows. He waited, wondering if she were.... Presently she stirred\n like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile\n of wood near the hearth, and replenished the fire. The wood caught", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "\"Nothing is forever!\" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a\n thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him.", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long\n grass near the stream. Quickly he saddled him. No time for breakfast.", "In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding\n coffee. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the", "The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet,\n sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off" ], [ "They had started the long trek. Throughout Europe anarchy reigned. He\n and his men were alone. All they could do now was fight. Finally they", "Across the Atlantic, over the pole, via Alaska, the great bombers\n flew. In cities, great and small, the air raid sirens sounded, high", "But too many bombers got through, dropping their deadly cargo upon the\n helpless cities. And not all the prayers or entreaties to any God had", "stopped their carnage. First there had been the red flashes that melted\n buildings into molten streams, and then the great triple-mushroom cloud\n filled with the poisonous gases that the wind swept away to other", "The retaliatory forces had roared away to bomb the Russian cities. Few,\n if any, had returned. Too much blood and life were on their hands.", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "Those who had remained alive had found a resting place on the crown\n of some distant mountain. Others had preferred the silent peaceful\n sea, where flesh stayed not long on bones, and only darting fishes and", "Three days later they had landed in Spain, merged with another\n division, then crossed the Pyrenees into France, and finally to Paris", "bombers. The horrendous battle split the universe. Many bombers fell,\n victims of fanatical suicide planes, or of missiles that streaked\n across the sky which none could escape.", "where the fighting had begun. Already the city was a silent graveyard,\n littered with the rubble of towers and cathedrals which had once been\n great.", "targets. When the all-clear had sounded, the men clambered from their\n shelters. An icy wind swept the field, bringing with it clouds which\n covered the sun. A strange fear had gripped him then....", "governments had vanished, leaving a silent nothingness. The armies that\n remained were without leaders, without sources of supplies, save what\n they could forage and beg from an unfriendly people.", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "To no avail. Neither side had won. Most of the cities and the majority\n of the population of both countries had been destroyed. Even their", "The war had ended.", "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "cities, where men had not died quickly and mercifully, but had rotted\n away, leaving shreds of putrid flesh behind to mark the places where\n they had crawled.", "and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by\n the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into \"El Mundo gris", "The farther north he went, the more life seemed to have survived. He\n had seen great herds of horses like his own, stampeding across the\n plains, and strange birds which he could not identify. Yet he had seen\n no human beings.", "But the planes had passed over, the sun glinting on their bellies,\n reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important" ], [ "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "She held the ring up to the light and read aloud, \"It is forever.\"", "\"It's for you; so long as you wear it, I'll come back, even from the\n dead, if need be. Read the inscription.\"", "Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him.\n He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into", "\"Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!\" she cried in her rich, happy\n voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body.", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "large ruby in the center. When he opened it, he found a picture of her\n in one side, and in the other a picture of the children. He took her in", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the\n doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum.", "\"Forever—forever. Only death is forever.\" He could have sworn he heard\n the words.", "She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the\n shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught", "the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the\n room. It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and\n the sun to the moon. The torch became a white pock-marked goddess, with\n streaming hair called stars.", "\"Nothing is forever!\" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a\n thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him.", "shadows. He waited, wondering if she were.... Presently she stirred\n like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile\n of wood near the hearth, and replenished the fire. The wood caught", "But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone;\n all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible" ], [ "But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone;\n all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent\n swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the\n United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were\n the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "Slowly his eyelids yielded. His body sagged, and blood seemed to fill\n his brain, bathing it in a gentle, warm flood.\n\n\n He slept. His brain slept.", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "every pore. He dried himself and dressed. Conqueror was eating the long\n grass near the stream. Quickly he saddled him. No time for breakfast.", "burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and\n the sun to the moon. The torch became a white pock-marked goddess, with\n streaming hair called stars.", "\"Forever—forever. Only death is forever.\" He could have sworn he heard\n the words.", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "In the moonlight he had not seen the crater until he was at its\n very edge. Even then he might not have seen it had not the horse", "There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat\n from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible\n through the moonlight, he saw it. Home.", "no hair on its head. Its gums were toothless cavities in a sunken,\n mumbling mouth. The eyes, turned momentarily toward the window, were\n empty of life." ], [ "She held the ring up to the light and read aloud, \"It is forever.\"", "\"It's for you; so long as you wear it, I'll come back, even from the\n dead, if need be. Read the inscription.\"", "\"Forever—forever. Only death is forever.\" He could have sworn he heard\n the words.", "\"Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!\" she cried in her rich, happy\n voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body.", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him.\n He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into", "\"Nothing is forever!\" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a\n thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him.", "HOMECOMING\nBY MIGUEL HIDALGO\nWhat lasts forever? Does love?\n \nDoes death?... Nothing lasts\n \nforever.... Not even forever\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "large ruby in the center. When he opened it, he found a picture of her\n in one side, and in the other a picture of the children. He took her in", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the\n doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the\n room. It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in\n his arms and that he was sinking deep, deep into a familiar sea, where\n he had been many times before but each time found something new and", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the\n shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught" ] ]

[ "What does Fiss mean by Irony? \n", "What is the best description of what the article is doing with Fiss’s book? \n", "What is the meaning of Fiss’s title? \n", "What is one description of a putative right to individual self-expression?\n", "According to Fiss, free speech issues should be thought of as a conflict between...? \n", "Who is Owen Fiss and what did he do?\n", "Which groups does Fiss claim his book is advocating for? \n", "According to the article, why were people outraged by Mapplethorp’s portfolio? \n" ]

[ [ "That true freedom of speech calls for the silencing of a few groups. \n", "That true freedom of speech calls for the silencing of unorthodox artists, as their work so often offends on a large scale and does not bode positively for the groups the artist hopes to represents. \n", "That true freedom of speech depends on the silencing of the state in free speech trials.\n", "That true freedom of speech calls for an inspection of the pornography market. \n" ], [ "Taking a neutral approach in order to summarize the book. \n", "Challenging Fiss’s points while unpacking what the book has to say on the whole. \n", "Challenging Fiss’s points while offering better stats and better solutions. \n", "Taking a supportive approach and demonstrating how and where Fiss is especially effective.\n" ], [ "It is ironic that free speech requires the suppression of debunked ideas.\n", "It is ironic that the command, “Shut Up,” is paired with verb explain. This paradox is a metaphor for the way free speech works. \n", "It is ironic that free speech can only be achieved via the hand of the state.\n", "It is ironic that free speech requires the silencing of a few small groups. \n" ], [ "The right to orthodox self-expression \n", "The right to hate but not to be hated \n", "The right to engage in debate unencumbered by speech laws \n", "The right of the donkey to drool \n" ], [ "Individual liberty and the right to social equality \n", "Two kinds of equality: individual and social \n", "Two kinds of liberty: individual and social\n", "Liberty and equality\n" ], [ "He is a professor at Yale Law School. He is responsible taking Robert Mapplethorpe to court.\n", "He is a professor at Yale Law School. He is responsible for writing the book, The Irony of Free Speech \n", "He is a professor at Yale Law School. He is responsible for writing the book, Shut Up, He Explained.\n", "He is a professor at Harvard Law School. He is responsible for writing the book, Shut Up, He Explained. \n" ], [ "women, gays, victims of war crimes , the poor, and people who are critical of\nmarket capitalism\n", "women, gays, victims of racial-hate\nspeech, the rich, and people who are critical of\nmarket capitalism. \n", "women, gays, victims of racial-hate\nspeech, the poor, and those who are critical of market capitalism\n", "women, gays, victims of racial-hate\nspeech, the poor, and people who are critical of communism.\n" ], [ "Because it depicted homosexuality \n", "Because it depicted violence against women\n", "Because it outwardly depicted the AIDS crisis \n", "Because it depicted sadomasochism \n" ] ]

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[ "Why did the narrator initially become frustrated with the task that Captain Walsh gave him.", "What made the narrator's mission so difficult?", "Given the details in the article, what best describes Captain Walsh and Major Polk's relationship?", "Who was the mission intended to benefit?", "What would have happened had Major Polk never reported Captain Walsh for sleeping on Boiler Watch at the Academy?", "What was Captain Walsh's main motive behind putting the narrator on the mission?" ]

[ [ "The narrator realized the directions he was given were unclear.", "The task proved much harder than the narrator thought.", "He realized that he was part of a more important mission.", "He realized he was sent to the wrong planet." ], [ "No one cooperated with the narrator to help him find the right Joe.", "He became incapacitated by the hot weather on Venus.", "He became physically lost on Venus.", "The inhabitants of Venus were all very much the same." ], [ "They had strong disdain for each other.", "They often bantered while still being close friends.", "They enjoyed competing with each other.", "They liked to make jokes out of each other." ], [ "Captain Walsh, because they desperately needed to find the right Joe.", "Major Polk, because he wanted to force Captain Walsh out of office.", "Major Polk, because he wanted to prove himself better than Major Walsh.", "Captain Walsh, because he wanted to see Major Polk suffer." ], [ "Major Polk would have outranked Captain Walsh in the military.", "Major Polk and Captain Walsh would have never worked together like they do now.", "Captain Walsh and Major Polk would still have the same feelings toward each other.", "Captain Walsh would have never sent Major Polk on the mission." ], [ "Walsh sought revenge against the narrator.", "Walsh wanted to test the narrator's intelligence.", "Walsh wanted the narrator fired from his position.", "Walsh wanted to test the narrator's competency." ] ]

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[ [ "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "The thought hadn't occurred to me before this, and I began to consider\n it seriously. Walsh was no good, rotten clear through. He was failing", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "On the inside it was about two degrees short of that mark. I began to\n curse Walsh for taking me away from my nice soft job in Space II.", "Captain Bransten began to chuckle softly. I personally didn't think it\n was so funny. I tossed him my withering Superior Officer's gaze and\n waited for his explanation.", "I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. I hadn't liked the\n way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there.\n Which brought to mind an important point.", "\"You better get your butt over to the captain's shack,\" he said. \"He's\n about ready to post you as overdue.\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" I said wearily. \"Will you take my bags, please?\"", "\"Fine, fine,\" I said impatiently. And the Captain had said they were\n almost a childish people!", "I waited. I could see he was just busting to tell me how clever he'd\n been. Besides, there wasn't much I could do but wait. Not with Walsh\n pointing the stun gun at my middle.", "\"All right,\" I said, \"suppose we start at the beginning.\"\n\n\n Captain Bransten opened his eyes wide. \"Sir?\" he asked.", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "I wanted to say, \"Then why the hell don't you send a green kid on\n the job? Why me?\" Instead, I nodded and watched him playing with his\n fingers.", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "Walsh grinned a little. \"Always the wit,\" he said drily. And then the\n smile faded from his lips and his eyes took on a hard lustre. \"I'm", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "I listened in fascination. Joe, Joe, Joe. So this was Walsh's idea of a\n great gag. Very funny. Very...." ], [ "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "pleasure in the work he was doing. There were times when I couldn't\n see three feet ahead of me. He'd stand stock still for a few minutes,", "Joe smiled secretly, and we pushed on. I began to find, more and more,\n that I had started to talk freely to Joe. In the beginning he had been", "Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may\n have been a gag. But it may have been something a little grimmer than a\n gag, and I made up my mind to be extremely careful from here on in.", "just my guide. There had been the strained relationship of employer and\n employee. But as the days lengthened into weeks, the formal atmosphere\n began to crumble. I found myself telling him all about Earth, about", "place like Space V or Space VII. This probably bothered him a lot, too.\n But what probably bothered him more was the fact that I was next in", "\"A man of my calibre,\" he said then, his face grim. \"Dealing with\n savages.\" He caught himself again and threw a hasty glance at Joe.", "I got to my feet and we started the march again. Joe was still fresh, a\n brilliant contrast to me, weary and dejected. Somehow, I had the same", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "I tried to figure the thing out sensibly, tried to weigh his good\n points against his bad. But it all came back to the same thing. A", "Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of\n stinking, hot jungle. And I wasn't getting any nearer my man. Nor had", "I wanted to say, \"Then why the hell don't you send a green kid on\n the job? Why me?\" Instead, I nodded and watched him playing with his\n fingers.", "reporting him. And now, through the fouled-up machinery that exists in\n any military organization, he outranked me.", "\"It will be a simple assignment, Major,\" he said to me, peering over\n his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" I said.", "I recognized a blue figure as one of the natives the pilot had told me\n about. He was tall, looking almost human except that everything about", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "I waited. I could see he was just busting to tell me how clever he'd\n been. Besides, there wasn't much I could do but wait. Not with Walsh\n pointing the stun gun at my middle.", "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "at the job of keeping Mars in hand, and he probably realized that a\n few more mistakes on his part would mean the end of his career with\n Space II. I chuckled as I thought of him isolated in some God-forsaken", "I could tell by the look on his face that he probably had half a carton\n stuffed into his pockets. I shrugged and went to change into a tropical\n tunic." ], [ "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "Walsh's face appeared on the screen. He was smiling, looking like a fat\n pussy cat.\n\n\n \"What is it, Major?\" he asked.", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "\"None at all,\" I snapped back. \"I just thought I'd be able to find him\n a lot sooner if....\"\n\n\n \"Take your time, Major,\" Walsh beamed. \"There's no rush at all.\"", "\"Easy, sir,\" Bransten said, turning pale. I could see that the Captain\n wasn't used to entertaining Majors. \"The enlisted men. You know how", "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "\"Have a seat, Major,\" he offered. He reached for a cigarette box on the\n desk and extended it to me. He coughed in embarrassment when he saw it", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "Walsh grinned a little. \"Always the wit,\" he said drily. And then the\n smile faded from his lips and his eyes took on a hard lustre. \"I'm", "\"He's had many dealings with the natives there,\" Walsh explained. \"If\n anyone can tell us the reasons for the revolt, he can.\"", "\"I don't know, sir.\"\n\n\n \"A relatively simple assignment,\" Walsh said.\n\n\n \"Can you tell me anything else about this man? Physical appearance?\n Personal habits? Anything?\"", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. I hadn't liked the\n way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there.\n Which brought to mind an important point.", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "then. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get\n by with gravy." ], [ "\"Mmmm,\" he said, \"yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so\n happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just\n what's happening on Mars.\"", "\"Well,\" Bransten went on, \"that sort of thing mushrooms. The natives\n are a simple, almost childish people. It appealed to them—the Joe", "\"He's had many dealings with the natives there,\" Walsh explained. \"If\n anyone can tell us the reasons for the revolt, he can.\"", "\"It will be a simple assignment, Major,\" he said to me, peering over\n his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" I said.", "just my guide. There had been the strained relationship of employer and\n employee. But as the days lengthened into weeks, the formal atmosphere\n began to crumble. I found myself telling him all about Earth, about", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "The ship looked vaguely familiar. I noticed the crest of Space II near\n the nose, and a lot of things became clear then. I also saw Walsh\n standing near one of the huts, a stun gun in his hand.", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "\"Who else, boss?\" he answered.\n\n\n \"I'm trying to locate someone,\" I said. \"I'll need a guide to take me\n into the jungle. Can you get me one?\"", "Something was missing here. Natives. There were no natives rushing out\n to greet us. No cries of \"Cigarettes? Cigarettes?\" I caught up with Joe.", "I recognized a blue figure as one of the natives the pilot had told me\n about. He was tall, looking almost human except that everything about", "For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus.\n He might even have picked a Captain. But he liked me about as much as", "I called Earth right after chow. The Captain assured me that this sort\n of thing was definitely against regulations, but he submitted when I\n twinkled my little gold leaf under his nose.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "Joe, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment of the trip. In each\n village he greeted the natives cheerfully, told them stories, swapped", "\"What about the natives?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"Nothing,\" Walsh said. \"Nothing.\" He was silent for a while.", "Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may\n have been a gag. But it may have been something a little grimmer than a\n gag, and I made up my mind to be extremely careful from here on in.", "\"I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I\n thought our activities were confined to Mars.\"", "Joe was an excellent guide and a pleasant companion. He seemed to be\n enjoying a great romp, seemed to love the jungle and take a secret" ], [ "\"No? Maybe I should have forgotten all about it? Maybe I should have\n nudged you and served you orange juice? So you could do it again\n sometime and maybe blow up the whole damn Academy!\"", "\"You Major Polk, sweetheart?\" the Venusian who'd just come in asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.", "At the Academy he had called me Fred. That was before I'd reported\n him for sleeping on Boiler Watch. He'd goofed off on a pile of uranium", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor.", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "The thought hadn't occurred to me before this, and I began to consider\n it seriously. Walsh was no good, rotten clear through. He was failing", "Walsh's face appeared on the screen. He was smiling, looking like a fat\n pussy cat.\n\n\n \"What is it, Major?\" he asked.", "\"None at all,\" I snapped back. \"I just thought I'd be able to find him\n a lot sooner if....\"\n\n\n \"Take your time, Major,\" Walsh beamed. \"There's no rush at all.\"", "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "reporting him. And now, through the fouled-up machinery that exists in\n any military organization, he outranked me.", "guy who would deliberately go to sleep on Boiler Watch with a ton of\n uranium ready to blast a barracks to smithereens if it wasn't watched,\n would deliberately do just about anything.", "for. My orders said I was to report to Captain Bransten immediately\n upon arrival. I figured the hell with Captain Bransten. I outranked him", "\"We've come a long way since the Academy, haven't we, Major?\"\n\n\n \"If you mean in miles,\" I said, looking around at the plants, \"we sure\n have.\"", "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "\"Easy, sir,\" Bransten said, turning pale. I could see that the Captain\n wasn't used to entertaining Majors. \"The enlisted men. You know how", "then. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get\n by with gravy.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "\"Have a seat, Major,\" he offered. He reached for a cigarette box on the\n desk and extended it to me. He coughed in embarrassment when he saw it" ], [ "If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give\n them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called", "I was beginning to get angry. Very angry. I was thinking of Walsh\n sitting back in a nice cozy foam chair back on Earth.\n\n\n \"Get to the point, Captain!\" I barked.", "The thought hadn't occurred to me before this, and I began to consider\n it seriously. Walsh was no good, rotten clear through. He was failing", "that trip. I thought about Mars and the revolt there. And I thought\n about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that\n revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started", "\"He's had many dealings with the natives there,\" Walsh explained. \"If\n anyone can tell us the reasons for the revolt, he can.\"", "I made my decision quickly. I wanted to stay in the Service, and\n besides Walsh may have been on the level for the first time in his", "\"You brought the Mars business on yourself,\" I told Walsh. \"There was\n never any trouble before you took command.\"\n\n\n \"The natives,\" he practically shouted. \"They ... they....\"", "I could hear Joe breathing beside me.\n\n\n \"I'm on my way out,\" Walsh rasped. \"Finished, do you understand?\"\n\n\n \"Good,\" I said. And I meant it.", "pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. It was almost as if\n the whole damned planet had blown up in our faces the moment he took\n over. Swell guy, Walsh.", "command. If he were transferred, I'd be in charge of Space II, and I\n could understand how much that would appeal to Walsh.", "The ship looked vaguely familiar. I noticed the crest of Space II near\n the nose, and a lot of things became clear then. I also saw Walsh\n standing near one of the huts, a stun gun in his hand.", "\"I thought....\"\n\n\n \"I'm sure you can do the job,\" Walsh cut in. \"I wouldn't have sent you\n otherwise.\"", "Walsh grinned a little. \"Always the wit,\" he said drily. And then the\n smile faded from his lips and his eyes took on a hard lustre. \"I'm", "a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the\n Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me.\nI began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of", "I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. I hadn't liked the\n way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there.\n Which brought to mind an important point.", "Walsh was silent for a long time. When he spoke his voice was barely\n audible. The heat was oppressive, as if it were concentrated on this\n little spot in the jungle, focusing all its penetration on a small,\n unimportant drama.", "\"Colonel,\" Walsh corrected me. \"You mustn't forget to say Colonel,\nMajor\n.\" He emphasized my rank, and he said it with a sort of ruthless\n finality.", "Walsh's face appeared on the screen. He was smiling, looking like a fat\n pussy cat.\n\n\n \"What is it, Major?\" he asked.", "\"This man Joe,\" I said. \"Can you give me any more on him?\"\n\n\n Walsh's grin grew wider. \"Why, Major,\" he said, \"you're not having any\n difficulties, are you?\"", "U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nColonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. I hated his guts ever since\n we went through the Academy together, but he had a great sense of humor." ] ]

[ "What is the overall tone of the article?", "How would the main character's reaction been different if his wife was alive when he came back home?", "How did the gloomy outcome of World War III in the article foreshadow the rest of the main character's story?", "What is a theme of the article?", "What can you best infer about the connection the main character had with his wife?", "How does the monster wearing the diamond ring send a different message than the main character's wife wearing the same ring? ", "Why did the main character no longer keep the ruby necklace?", "Would the main character had fought as hard in World War III if he knew that his family would not be home when he returned?", "Given that many of the animals in America seem to have a mutation, what is one probable explanation of what may have caused the mutations given that World War III had recently ended?" ]

[ [ "Serious", "Grim", "Violent", "Objective" ], [ "He would have realized her love for him had vanished.", "He would not have been as solemn as he was when he discovered she was no longer there. ", "He would have been in a state of confusion because he would not have recognized his wife.", "He would still be very depressed from the aftermath of the war." ], [ "The main character would still find ways to motivate himself regardless of what he faced.", "The main character would continue to realize how superficial the world is.", "The main character would continue to suffer loss.", "The main character would succumb to every failure." ], [ "With loss comes great strength.", "Material objects cannot replace emotional connection.", "Things will always stay right where you left them.", "With honor comes struggle." ], [ "He had a connection with her worth more than what could be captured in an object.", "He had a connection with her that would end once he left for war.", "His connection with her was not strong enough to withstand time.", "His connection with her was not as strong as he thought." ], [ "The ring now shows that material love is stronger than emotional love.", "The ring is meaningless now that it is not worn by his wife.", "The ring now shows that anyone can hold a symbol of love.", "The ring shows that the love between the main character and his wife was not exclusive between them." ], [ "He would rather the monster have the necklace.", "He wanted the necklace to remain with the house where his love was.", "He figured his wife might come back for the necklace and know that he had returned from war.", "The love that was symbolized by the necklace is now gone." ], [ "No, because he would be too devastated to fight.", "Yes, because he wanted to make sure that he and his men won World War III.", "No, because he would have nothing to come back home to anyways.", "Yes, because he was adamant on surviving World War III." ], [ "America experienced a famine that led to animals eating trash and experiencing mutations in later generations.", "There was a nuclear weapon attack in America from an opposing country that led to mutations in animals there.", "America spent all its money on war and neglected its land, which led to mutations in the animals.", "Most of World War III was fought in America, so all the gun powder and resources caused mutations in the animals." ] ]

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Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible", "no hair on its head. Its gums were toothless cavities in a sunken,\n mumbling mouth. The eyes, turned momentarily toward the window, were\n empty of life.", "He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for\n bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the", "The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet,\n sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. He had\n found a horse. Not a normal horse, but a mutation. It was almost twice", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "Suddenly he had become aware of a droning, wooshing sound above him. It\n grew louder and louder until he knew what it was.", "His blood froze. The creature illuminated by the firelight was a\n monster. Large greasy scales covered its face and arms, and there was", "But the planes had passed over, the sun glinting on their bellies,\n reflecting a blinding light. They were bound for bigger, more important", "\"Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!\" she cried in her rich, happy\n voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body.", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "passed over him. It was no use. There was no strength. Only fear—a\n kind of fear he had never known.", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in" ], [ "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "He knew then. He had come home.", "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had\n found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "But he knew he was closer now. Closer to home. He recognized the land.\n How, he did not know, for it was much changed. A sensing, perhaps, of", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat\n from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible\n through the moonlight, he saw it. Home.", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "He would ride all day and the next night. And he would be home.", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "empty, but there were cans of food and a rifle and many shells. 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A strange fear had gripped him then....", "and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by\n the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into \"El Mundo gris", "The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet,\n sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "stopped their carnage. First there had been the red flashes that melted\n buildings into molten streams, and then the great triple-mushroom cloud\n filled with the poisonous gases that the wind swept away to other", "files, wherein are kept all thoughts, past, present, and future....\nIt was the night before he was to go overseas. World War III had been\n declared, and he had enlisted, receiving his old rank of captain. He", "gulps. At the window he peered in, and as his eyes became accustomed\n to the inner gloom, he saw how bare the room was. No matter. Now that", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "passed over him. It was no use. There was no strength. Only fear—a\n kind of fear he had never known.", "In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding\n coffee. 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The eyes, turned momentarily toward the window, were\n empty of life.", "But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone;\n all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest." ], [ "In the fading light, he ate the hard beef jerky and drank the scalding\n coffee. Refreshed and momentarily content, he sat staring into the", "straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were\n the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which", "burning stream within his body. But day at last gave way to night, and\n the sun to the moon. The torch became a white pock-marked goddess, with\n streaming hair called stars.", "there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. 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Well satisfied with his", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "his and making him oblivious to everything except that she was there in\n his arms and that he was sinking deep, deep into a familiar sea, where\n he had been many times before but each time found something new and", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "from the river in the battered coffee-pot he had salvaged, and while he\n waited for it to boil, he went to his horse, Conqueror, stroking his", "shriveled by thirst. He grasped the doorknob and clung to it, looking\n up at the night sky and trying to draw strength from the wind that", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness." ], [ "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "The next morning had been bleak and gray. The mist clung to the wet,\n sodden ground, and the air was heavy in his lungs. He had driven off", "Slowly he moved toward the door. A great weakness was upon him. His\n feet were stones, reluctant to leave the earth. His body was a weed,", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "\"Nothing is forever!\" He thought he had shouted the words, but only a\n thin sound, the sound of leaves ruffled by the wind, came back to him.", "And he had followed. Over a mountain, until they came to a pass, and\n finally to a narrow path which led to an old cabin. He had found it", "\"Forever—forever. Only death is forever.\" He could have sworn he heard\n the words.", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "empty, but there were cans of food and a rifle and many shells. He had\n remained there a long time—how long he could not tell, for he could", "But the portion of his brain called memory stirred. It was all alone;\n all else was at rest. Images began to appear, drawn from inexhaustible", "was with his wife in the living room of their home. They had put the\n children to bed—their sons—and now sat on the couch, watching the", "passed over him. It was no use. There was no strength. Only fear—a\n kind of fear he had never known.", "This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had\n found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching.", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling" ], [ "\"Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!\" she cried in her rich, happy\n voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body.", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. 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It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "His blood froze. The creature illuminated by the firelight was a\n monster. Large greasy scales covered its face and arms, and there was", "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the\n shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught", "straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were\n the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which", "He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the\n doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum.", "shadows. He waited, wondering if she were.... Presently she stirred\n like a restless child in sleep, then moved from the chair to the pile\n of wood near the hearth, and replenished the fire. The wood caught", "The rider was of medium size, with huge, strong hands and seemingly\n hollow eyes. Strange eyes, alive and aflame. They had no place in", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged" ], [ "faces of those he loved, but grey ghosts from the past. Even the ruby\n had lost its glow. What had once been living fire was now a dull glob\n of darkness.", "She took off the locket she wore about her neck and held it up to the\n shimmering light, letting it spin at the end of its chain. It caught", "large ruby in the center. When he opened it, he found a picture of her\n in one side, and in the other a picture of the children. He took her in", "He fumbled at his throat, his fingers crawling like cold worms around\n his neck until he found the locket and the clasp which had held it", "He was turning wearily away from the window when the movement of the\n creature beside the fire held his attention. It had taken a ring from\n one skeleton-like finger and stood, turning the ring slowly as if", "safely through endless nightmare days and nights. He slipped the clasp\n and the locket fell into his waiting hand. As one in a dream, he opened\n it, and stared at the pictures, now in the dim moonlight no longer", "He closed the locket and fastened the clasp, and hung it on the\n doorknob. It moved slowly in the wind, back and forth, like a pendulum.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "\"Oh, a ring, and it's a diamond, too!\" she cried in her rich, happy\n voice which always seemed to send a thrill through his body.", "\"It's for you; so long as you wear it, I'll come back, even from the\n dead, if need be. Read the inscription.\"", "Then she had slipped the ring on her finger and her arms around him.\n He held her very close, feeling the warmth from her body flowing into", "the shadows of the fire and reflected them, greatly magnified, over the\n room. It was in the shape of a star, encrusted with emeralds, with one", "his arms again, and loosened her long, black hair, burying his face in\n it for a moment. Then he kissed her, and instantly was drawn down into", "He ran. Away from the house. To the large horse with a horn in the\n center of its forehead, like a unicorn. Once in the saddle, the spurt\n of strength left him. His shoulders slumped, his head dropped onto his\n chest.", "She held the ring up to the light and read aloud, \"It is forever.\"", "\"I've got something to tell you, and something to show you.\"\n\n\n He had removed the box from his pocket and opened it. And heard her cry\n of surprised joy.", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "He awoke and stretched the cramped muscles of his body. At the edge of\n the water he removed his clothes and stared at himself in the rippling", "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him." ], [ "few men left from his force. He had always nourished the hope that\n she might still be alive. And now that the war was over he had to\n return—had to know whether she was still waiting for him.", "air, and he had wished it would come quickly, so that he might return\n to her. Home. The very feel of the word was everything a battle-weary\n soldier needed to make him fight harder and live longer.", "He had done well in the war, and had been decorated many times for\n bravery in action. Now he felt the victory that seemed to be in the", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "But he knew he was closer now. Closer to home. He recognized the land.\n How, he did not know, for it was much changed. A sensing, perhaps, of", "Quickly he dismounted and ran. Now he could see a small light in the\n window, and he knew they were there. His breath came in hard ragged", "He knew then. He had come home.", "and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent\n swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the\n United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "files, wherein are kept all thoughts, past, present, and future....\nIt was the night before he was to go overseas. World War III had been\n declared, and he had enlisted, receiving his old rank of captain. He", "They had started the long trek. Throughout Europe anarchy reigned. He\n and his men were alone. All they could do now was fight. Finally they", "He would ride all day and the next night. And he would be home.", "This was not his house. In his delirium he had only imagined he had\n found it. He had been searching so long. He would go on searching.", "There were clouds in the sky now, and a gentle wind caressed the sweat\n from his tired body. He stopped. There it was! Barely discernible\n through the moonlight, he saw it. Home.", "her once again; all would be well, and his long journey would be over.\nThe images faded. Even memory slept in a flow of warm blood. Body and\n mind slept into the shadows of the dawn.", "Yet these remnants of an army must return—or at least try. Their\n exodus was just beginning. Somehow he had managed to hold together the", "passed over him. It was no use. There was no strength. Only fear—a\n kind of fear he had never known.", "in the jeep the army had sent for him, watching her there on the porch\n until the mist swirled around her feet and she ran back into the house\n and slammed the door. His cold fingers found the locket, making a", "was near. The Russians had not yet used the H-bomb; the threat of\n annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great.", "and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by\n the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into \"El Mundo gris" ], [ "stopped their carnage. First there had been the red flashes that melted\n buildings into molten streams, and then the great triple-mushroom cloud\n filled with the poisonous gases that the wind swept away to other", "there. He had not found food, but his luck had been with him. He had\n found a horse. Not a normal horse, but a mutation. It was almost twice", "and the few people who might have survived, were crazed and maimed by\n the blasts. Few men had dared cross the Rio Grande into \"El Mundo gris", "The farther north he went, the more life seemed to have survived. He\n had seen great herds of horses like his own, stampeding across the\n plains, and strange birds which he could not identify. Yet he had seen\n no human beings.", "Those who had remained alive had found a resting place on the crown\n of some distant mountain. Others had preferred the silent peaceful\n sea, where flesh stayed not long on bones, and only darting fishes and", "They were alone now, a group of tired, battered men, for whom life held\n nothing. Their families had long since died, their bodies turned to\n dust, their spirits fled on the winds to a new world.", "and all that he had seen were the small mutant rodents, and all that he\n had heard was the occasional swish of the wind as it whisked along what\n might have been dead leaves, but wasn't.", "cities, where men had not died quickly and mercifully, but had rotted\n away, leaving shreds of putrid flesh behind to mark the places where\n they had crawled.", "straight out, as the horn of a unicorn. But most startling of all were\n the animal's eyes which seemed to speak—a silent mental speech, which", "But too many bombers got through, dropping their deadly cargo upon the\n helpless cities. And not all the prayers or entreaties to any God had", "Rio Grande. All its great cities had been destroyed, and those that had\n been only partially destroyed were devoid of people. The land across\n the Rio Grande had become a land of shadows. The winds were poisoned,", "was near. The Russians had not yet used the H-bomb; the threat of\n annihilation by the retaliation forces had been too great.", "and had been found by a fisherman's family. Many months he had spent\n swimming and fishing, recovering his strength, inquiring about the\n United States. The Mexicans had spoken with fear of the land across the", "Three years later they were on the road to Moscow. Over a thousand\n miles lay behind, a dead man on every foot of those miles. Yet victory", "targets. When the all-clear had sounded, the men clambered from their\n shelters. An icy wind swept the field, bringing with it clouds which\n covered the sun. A strange fear had gripped him then....", "as large as a regular horse. Its skin seemed to shimmer and was like\n glassy steel to the touch. From the center of its forehead grew a horn,", "empty, but there were cans of food and a rifle and many shells. He had\n remained there a long time—how long he could not tell, for he could", "To no avail. Neither side had won. Most of the cities and the majority\n of the population of both countries had been destroyed. Even their", "The retaliatory forces had roared away to bomb the Russian cities. Few,\n if any, had returned. Too much blood and life were on their hands.", "It was rightly called. The deserts were long. All plant life had died,\n leaving to those once great fertile stretches, nothing but the sad," ] ]

[ "What best summarizes Fiss' main motive as discussed in the article?", "What would be Fiss' opinions on the current laws regarding self expression today?", "How would one describe Fiss' viewpoints.", "Would Fiss believe that free speech is really \"free?\"", "What is the overall mood portrayed by the article?", "What influence does Fiss intend for his ideas to have on people?", "What statement below would Fiss most likely agree with?", "What is an example of one flaw that Fiss picks out in contemporary liberals?", "Which statement about details within the article is NOT true." ]

[ [ "He wants to problematize the U.S. constitution and its values.", "He wants to build animosity against contemporary liberals.", "He wants to highlight problems with free speech.", "He wants to teach minority and underrepresented groups how to gain true free speech for themselves." ], [ "He thinks that the current laws are changing for the better.", "He thinks they are oppressive and dangerous.", "He thinks they unfortunately don't apply to everyone due to social constraints.", "He feels the laws are not written correctly." ], [ "They are out of the ordinary, considering he refutes the current First Amendment.", "They are condescending when applied across a large spectrum of social groups.", "When contemplated, they fit in with the customs and norms of society today.", "They are noncontroversial among politically conservative people." ], [ "No, because he believes free speech is an outdated concept.", "Yes, but he does propose minor critiques towards the concept of free speech.", "No, because Fiss believes free speech is not granted equally to everyone.", "Yes, because he has not advocated strongly against issues with free speech." ], [ "Resentment towards political conservatives.", "Dissatisfaction with current political matters.", "Disappointment with the American government.", "Fear of a future without free speech." ], [ "He hopes to promote his own political agenda for a future career in office.", "He wants people to recognize the dark side of free speech.", "He wants to glorify the idea of life without free speech.", "He wants to slam the workings of the government." ], [ "Historical laws should be left unchanged.", "He believes in equality for all.", "He believes in fair speech over free speech.", "The U.S. constitution needs a new amendment." ], [ "Their ideas are contradictory.", "They uphold a double standard for themselves.", "They are an uncohesive group.", "They strongly reject Fiss' ideas." ], [ "Fiss would support a minority movement before a movement from people in a \"majority\" social group.", "Despite his bitterness towards contemporary liberals, Fiss' ideologies are uniquely liberal in themselves.", "Nearly all Americans today would agree with Fiss' rationale.", "Fiss believes that inequality is a major contemporary issue." ] ]

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[ "What is particularly strange about humans this world? ", "Why is communication so slow between colonies?", "Why is Earth so stunted in comparison to other colonies? ", "How is it this society can manage such slow communications?", "In simple terms, how does the anti-aging process work?", "What is the connection between bravery and death? ", "How does Giles change with the knowledge of his aging? ", "Why does Gile volunteer for the ship in the end?", "What could the moral of the story be?" ]

[ [ "They have achieved immortality, ", "They use telecommunications across planets to stay in contact. ", "They no longer have the same family values most people do. ", "People are living for far, far longer than they ever have before. " ], [ "There isn’t a lot of time out into the communications departments. ", "People don’t have the same relationships they used to, so they don’t bother to talk the same way. ", "Distance, along with technology differences. ", "People live so long now, they take their time communicating. " ], [ "They don’t have the right kind of technology. ", "They’re overpopulated and sending off their youngest people. ", "They don’t receive the same attention.", "No one is dying, so their priorities don’t lend themselves to progress. " ], [ "People live long enough now where they’ve adapted to the delay.", "Everything eventually gets to where it’s going, so they make do. ", "They work around it. They have the time to wait. ", "Science is progressing slowly as well, so they can’t rush it anyway. " ], [ "It makes your brain think it’s younger through memories, and treat the body’s growth that way. ", "It tricks the patient into believing they’re younger.", "It replaces key parts in your cells with young cells. ", "It halts growth all together by communicating with your brain. " ], [ "There is no correlation. It’s based on personality how brave someone is. ", "If one can’t be hurt, then people tend to be braver. ", "Bravery only seems to come to those who know they have limits. ", "Bravery only seems to come to those who are limitless. " ], [ "He resigns to his fate, because he doesn’t know what else to do. ", "He doesn’t. He goes right back to doing what he’d been doing out of habit. ", "He feels a new fondness for his son and family.", "He shows a much greater appreciation for every aspect of his life. " ], [ "He hasn’t accepted his mortality, and is trying to make up for it with an act of heroism. ", "He knows that no one else will volunteer, and feels responsible to do so. ", "He fears the end of his life, and wants to try to see his family before he passes. ", "He accepts his mortality, and is willing to spend his last years on the chance to see his family. " ], [ "People will make sacrifices like the one Giles made at the end for the greater good. ", "Mortality is crucial to enjoy life to the fullest. ", "Given the chance, humans will chase after immortality. ", "Fear of aging is normal, but aging is unavoidable. " ] ]

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Family", "ties melted away too fast for interstellar\n travel.\nYet there seemed to be no\n slackening of them in Harry’s\n case, and somehow it looked like", "?”\nGiles had heard it all before.\n Earth was becoming a backwater\n world; no real progress had been\n made in two centuries; the young", "of truth in it, unfortunately.\n“They’ll slow up when their\n populations fill,” Giles repeated\n his old answers. “We’re still ahead", "months of mental training, followed\n by crude mechanical and\n drug hypnosis for other months.\n Somewhere in every human brain\n lay the memory of what his cells", "had been like when he was young.\n Or perhaps it lay in the cells\n themselves, with the brain as only\n a linkage to it. They’d discovered", "in a low, defeated tone.\n“But I thought that was impossible!”\n“So did I. I wouldn’t believe\n it even yet—but now I find it", "a hundred other worlds make a\n thousand major discoveries they\n don’t bother reporting! Can’t the\n Council see\nanything\n?”", "fatigue on the operator’s face told\n him it had been a long and difficult\n job. He stretched experimentally,\n with the eternal unconscious\n expectation that he would", "but attractive world.\nHe had no desire to spend\n ninety years cooped up with a\n bunch of callow young emigrants,\n even in one of the improved Exodus" ], [ "it about twenty years before the\n Procyon shuttle heard its signal.\n Pre-setting a course may take\n centuries, if we can ever master", "or been located. This was\n the first hope they’d found that\n the century-long trips between\n stars in the ponderous shuttles\n might be ended and he should", "Jordan cursed harshly. “So we\n can send a message on the shuttle,\n begging for their secret in a\n couple of hundred years! While", "of truth in it, unfortunately.\n“They’ll slow up when their\n populations fill,” Giles repeated\n his old answers. “We’re still ahead", "lately. “Damn it, haven’t you read\n my report? 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If you do, I’ll\n order the big ship.”", "it. Even with Sirius expecting the\n missiles and ready to cooperate.\n I mean the big ship. We’ve had it\n drafted for building long enough;", "time scale than we used to have—but\n it’s in centuries, not in\n eons. For everybody, not just\n you.”\nIt was no consolation. Giles" ], [ "?”\nGiles had heard it all before.\n Earth was becoming a backwater\n world; no real progress had been\n made in two centuries; the young", "arrive ninety years too late! Harry\n had been born just before Earth\n passed the drastic birth limitation\n act and his mother had\n spoiled him. He’d even tried to", "or been located. This was\n the first hope they’d found that\n the century-long trips between\n stars in the ponderous shuttles\n might be ended and he should", "a hundred other worlds make a\n thousand major discoveries they\n don’t bother reporting! 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Usually", "sat gazing at the report from Jordan\n at Research.\nFor eighty years now, they’d\n been sending out the little ships\n that vanished at greater than the", "study and finding a means of\n bringing it under control had\n taken even longer.\nNow they did it with dozens of\n mechanical aids in addition to", "time scale than we used to have—but\n it’s in centuries, not in\n eons. For everybody, not just\n you.”\nIt was no consolation. Giles", "people still in the odd, wheelless\n vehicle on the alien planet.\nFOR A long moment, he stared\n at the picture without thinking,\n and then bent closer. Harry’s", "days. We can have the secret of\n this antigravity in less than a\n year! We—”\n“Wait a minute.” Giles felt the\n thickness pushing back at his", "Giles forced his attention on\n the picture again and this time\n he noticed the vehicle shown. It\n was enough like an old model\n Earth conveyance to pass casual" ], [ "find himself suddenly young\n again. But that, of course, was ridiculous.\n It took days for the mind\n to work on all the cells and to\n repair the damage of time.", "since you had your last rejuvenation?\n And who gave it?”\n“About ten years ago,” Giles\n answered. He found his identity\n card and passed it over, while", "been fifty when he finally learned\n how to work with the doctors and\n they could only bring him back to\n about thirty, instead of the normal\n early twenties. Would that", "after all. But now, in a few days,\n he’d be his old—no, of course\n not—his young self again!\nThey went down the hall to", "It was as if the almost forgotten\n specter of age stood beside him,\n counting the seconds. But at last\n they were through and he was led", "partly believing it. “Rats don’t\n have minds that could show any\n real damage such as the loss of\n power to rejuvenate. We can’t put", "about the years—or was it days—dwindling\n down to something\n or other.\nCould they really dwindle\n down? Suppose he couldn’t rejuvenate", "“I’d rather know the whole\n truth,” he said. His voice sounded\n dead in his ears. “The worst first.\n The rejuvenation...?”", "condition, better than your grandfather—”\n“And then....” Giles couldn’t\n pronounce the words. He’d grown\n old and he’d grow older. And", "right?”\n“As all right as I’ll ever be,”\n he told her. “They tell me I’m just\n growing old.”\nThis time her laugh was heartier.", "reduce the slice of eternity that\n rejuvenation meant? And what\n had happened to Sol?\nOr suppose it wasn’t rejuvenation,\n after all; suppose something", "live practically forever had put\n an end to most family ties; sentiment\n wore thin in half a century—which\n wasn’t much time\n now, though it had once seemed", "Then abruptly the line finished\n itself. “The years dwindle down\n to a precious few....” he remembered.\n “A precious few.”\nThose dwindling years had", "months of mental training, followed\n by crude mechanical and\n drug hypnosis for other months.\n Somewhere in every human brain\n lay the memory of what his cells", "we can make them better. Geriatric\n knowledge is still on record.\n We can fix the heart and all the\n rest. You’ll be in good physical", "days. We can have the secret of\n this antigravity in less than a\n year! We—”\n“Wait a minute.” Giles felt the\n thickness pushing back at his", "eventually he’d die!\nAn immortal man had suddenly\n found death hovering on his\n trail. The years had dwindled and", "to simplify it, no memory is perfect—even\n cellular memory. It\n loses a little each time. And the\n effect is cumulative. It’s like an", "Then he was staring unbelievingly\n at the single white hair that\n was twisted with the dark ones\n between his fingers.\nLike an automaton, he bent", "no longer wondering\n about the dangers that might possibly\n arise. Those wouldn’t matter\n much now. For a man who\n had thought of living almost forever," ], [ "Then abruptly the line finished\n itself. “The years dwindle down\n to a precious few....” he remembered.\n “A precious few.”\nThose dwindling years had", "eventually he’d die!\nAn immortal man had suddenly\n found death hovering on his\n trail. The years had dwindled and", "of hair over his forehead. Eternity!\n They had to plan and build\n for it. They couldn’t risk that\n plan for short-term benefits. Usually", "answer.\nNO SANE man would risk a\n chance for near eternity\n against such a relatively short\n wait. Heroism had belonged to", "he meant it. The man had done\n all he could and had at least\n saved him the suspense of growing\n doubt and horrible eventual\n discovery.", "no longer wondering\n about the dangers that might possibly\n arise. Those wouldn’t matter\n much now. For a man who\n had thought of living almost forever,", "It was as if the almost forgotten\n specter of age stood beside him,\n counting the seconds. But at last\n they were through and he was led", "Then he was staring unbelievingly\n at the single white hair that\n was twisted with the dark ones\n between his fingers.\nLike an automaton, he bent", "right?”\n“As all right as I’ll ever be,”\n he told her. “They tell me I’m just\n growing old.”\nThis time her laugh was heartier.", "the doctor’s technical jargon.\n Now that he knew there was reason\n for his fear, it seemed to\n vanish, leaving a coldness that\n numbed him.", "fatigue on the operator’s face told\n him it had been a long and difficult\n job. He stretched experimentally,\n with the eternal unconscious\n expectation that he would", "eternity was no longer a part of\n him.\nEven his car would outlast him.\nHe climbed into it, still partly\n numbed, and began driving mechanically,", "those who knew their days were\n numbered, anyhow.\n“Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised.\n “It may take longer, but eventually", "“I’d rather know the whole\n truth,” he said. His voice sounded\n dead in his ears. “The worst first.\n The rejuvenation...?”", "shaking his head again wearily.\n “All right, Bill. Find me one volunteer.\n Or how about you? Do\n you really want to risk losing the", "condition, better than your grandfather—”\n“And then....” Giles couldn’t\n pronounce the words. He’d grown\n old and he’d grow older. And", "after all. But now, in a few days,\n he’d be his old—no, of course\n not—his young self again!\nThey went down the hall to", "could risk.\nIf he made it, though....\nWell, he’d see those grandchildren\n of his this year—and\n Harry. Maybe he’d even tell", "GILES TRIED to stop scaring\n himself and partially succeeded,\n until he reached the doctor’s\n office. Then it was no longer necessary\n to frighten himself. The", "been precious once. He unexpectedly\n recalled his own grandfather\n holding him on an old\n knee and slipping him candy\n that was forbidden. The years" ], [ "condition, better than your grandfather—”\n“And then....” Giles couldn’t\n pronounce the words. He’d grown\n old and he’d grow older. And", "time scale than we used to have—but\n it’s in centuries, not in\n eons. For everybody, not just\n you.”\nIt was no consolation. Giles", "Giles remembered that Dubbins\n was waiting for him, but this\n was more important. It hadn’t\n been a joke about his growing old,", "those who knew their days were\n numbered, anyhow.\n“Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised.\n “It may take longer, but eventually", "asymptotic curve—the further it\n goes, the steeper the curve. And—well,\n you’ve passed too far.”\nHe faced away from Giles,", "years, to my knowledge.”\n“Thanks,” said Giles. “Ten\n o’clock is fine.”\nDubbins was still waiting, reading\n a paper whose headlined feature", "patience was still foreign to\n him.\nThen the frown vanished as\n an expression of shock replaced\n it, and Giles felt a sinking sensation.", "It was as if the almost forgotten\n specter of age stood beside him,\n counting the seconds. But at last\n they were through and he was led", "wish I hadn’t.” His voice ran\n down and he gathered himself together\n by an effort. “It’s a shock\n to me, too, Mr. Giles. But—well,", "since you had your last rejuvenation?\n And who gave it?”\n“About ten years ago,” Giles\n answered. He found his identity\n card and passed it over, while", "We can wait. We’ll have to.”\nTHE YOUNGER man stared\n at him with the strange puzzled\n look Giles had seen too often", "face hadn’t changed much. Giles\n had almost forgotten it, but there\n was still the same grin there. And\n his grandchildren had a touch", "“Dr. Cobb wants you to come\n to his office at once, sir,” he said,\n dropping to his knee to help\n Giles with his shoes. “I’d be", "with an old-fashioned desk and\n chairs that almost concealed the\n cabinets of equipment beyond.\nHe listened as Giles stumbled\n out his story. Halfway through,", "it.\n“Your friend told me about the\n gray hair, of course,” Cobb said.\n At Giles’ look, he smiled faintly.", "?”\nGiles had heard it all before.\n Earth was becoming a backwater\n world; no real progress had been\n made in two centuries; the young", "pointed to it. “Great work, Mr.\n Giles. Maybe we’ll all get to see\n some of those other worlds yet.”\n Then he studied Giles more carefully.", "Giles nodded, got out\n and headed down the hall uncertainly.\n Just how bad did he\n look? Well, he’d soon find out.\nHe located the directory and", "Then abruptly the line finished\n itself. “The years dwindle down\n to a precious few....” he remembered.\n “A precious few.”\nThose dwindling years had", "a family. Giles had been living\n here for nearly a century now and\n he’d never regretted it. But tonight\n his own group irritated him." ], [ "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back,", "words about whatever was the\n trouble.\n“Bill,” he said, “start getting\n the big ship into production. I’ve\n found a volunteer.”", "something inside him had been\n forcing him to make this decision.\n And maybe it would do no good.\n Maybe the ship would fail. But\n thirty years was a number a man", "shaking his head again wearily.\n “All right, Bill. Find me one volunteer.\n Or how about you? Do\n you really want to risk losing the", "to Sirius. And we still wouldn’t\n have proved it safe for human\n pilots. Mr. Giles, we’ve got to\n have the big ship. All we need is", "pointed to it. “Great work, Mr.\n Giles. Maybe we’ll all get to see\n some of those other worlds yet.”\n Then he studied Giles more carefully.", "wish I hadn’t.” His voice ran\n down and he gathered himself together\n by an effort. “It’s a shock\n to me, too, Mr. Giles. But—well,", "those who knew their days were\n numbered, anyhow.\n“Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised.\n “It may take longer, but eventually", "shuttles. And even if Exodus\n ever got the super-light\n drive working, there was no reason\n he should give up his work.\n The discovery that men could", "?”\nGiles had heard it all before.\n Earth was becoming a backwater\n world; no real progress had been\n made in two centuries; the young", "wanted no chance to have them\n asking questions he couldn’t answer.\n It was none of their business.\n Dubbins had been kind—but\n now Giles wanted no kindness.", "avoid the compulsory emigration\n draft and stay on with his mother.\n It had been the bitter quarrels\n over that which had finally\n broken Giles’ fifth marriage.", "Giles forced his attention on\n the picture again and this time\n he noticed the vehicle shown. It\n was enough like an old model\n Earth conveyance to pass casual", "“Dr. Cobb wants you to come\n to his office at once, sir,” he said,\n dropping to his knee to help\n Giles with his shoes. “I’d be", "rest of your life rather than waiting\n a couple more centuries until\n we know it’s safe? If you do, I’ll\n order the big ship.”", "he’d seen him, but that could\n hardly explain his taking a twenty-year\n shuttle trip for such a\n slim reason. It was no concern of", "pleased to drive you there.”\nGiles frowned. He’d expected\n Cobb to come to him. Then he\n grimaced at his own thoughts.", "we’ll find a way. With time\n enough, we’re bound to. And\n when we do, the ship will be\n ready.”\nThe engineer nodded miserably", "GILES TRIED to stop scaring\n himself and partially succeeded,\n until he reached the doctor’s\n office. Then it was no longer necessary\n to frighten himself. The", "Giles remembered that Dubbins\n was waiting for him, but this\n was more important. It hadn’t\n been a joke about his growing old," ], [ "he meant it. The man had done\n all he could and had at least\n saved him the suspense of growing\n doubt and horrible eventual\n discovery.", "Then abruptly the line finished\n itself. “The years dwindle down\n to a precious few....” he remembered.\n “A precious few.”\nThose dwindling years had", "after all. But now, in a few days,\n he’d be his old—no, of course\n not—his young self again!\nThey went down the hall to", "could risk.\nIf he made it, though....\nWell, he’d see those grandchildren\n of his this year—and\n Harry. Maybe he’d even tell", "right?”\n“As all right as I’ll ever be,”\n he told her. “They tell me I’m just\n growing old.”\nThis time her laugh was heartier.", "of hair over his forehead. Eternity!\n They had to plan and build\n for it. They couldn’t risk that\n plan for short-term benefits. Usually", "Then the engineer shut his mouth\n slowly. The belligerence ran out\n of him.\nHe looked sick, for he had no\n answer.", "those who knew their days were\n numbered, anyhow.\n“Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised.\n “It may take longer, but eventually", "Then he was staring unbelievingly\n at the single white hair that\n was twisted with the dark ones\n between his fingers.\nLike an automaton, he bent", "in a low, defeated tone.\n“But I thought that was impossible!”\n“So did I. I wouldn’t believe\n it even yet—but now I find it", "It was as if the almost forgotten\n specter of age stood beside him,\n counting the seconds. But at last\n they were through and he was led", "a family, rather than a mere\n group. A very pleasant family in\n a very pleasant world.\nHe read Harry’s note again,\n with its praise for the planet and", "morning. Drat it, maybe he\n should move out. Maybe trying\n family life again would give him\n some new interests. Amanda probably\n would be willing to marry", "He’d been driven to it, he knew,\n as he watched the man’s amazed\n face snap from the screen. From\n the first suspicion of his trouble,", "eventually he’d die!\nAn immortal man had suddenly\n found death hovering on his\n trail. The years had dwindled and", "fatigue on the operator’s face told\n him it had been a long and difficult\n job. He stretched experimentally,\n with the eternal unconscious\n expectation that he would", "wish I hadn’t.” His voice ran\n down and he gathered himself together\n by an effort. “It’s a shock\n to me, too, Mr. Giles. But—well,", "He puzzled over it, finding no\n real reason. Certainly they weren’t\n forcing themselves on him. He\n remembered once when he’d had", "study the final report. He gave up\n at last and went to his own suite.\n What he needed was a good\n night’s sleep after a little relaxation.", "one\nvolunteer!”\nIt occurred to Giles then that\n the man had been too fired with\n the idea to think. He leaned back," ] ]

[ "What characteristic of Zotul does he believe he shares with the Earthmen? ", "What changes Koltan's mind about Earthmen, and ultimately condemns the Masur House to ruin?", "what is the 'gift from Earth'?", "The story implies that ____ is responsible for fueling capitalism and colonialism?", "What is ironic about the Earthmen selling gas to the Zurians?", "What is ironic about Earth's customer service policy?" ]

[ [ "cunning", "integrity", "creativity", "impartiality" ], [ "He sees potential for the House of Masur to profit off of the Earthmen's inventions", "He predicts that the Earthmen will not be able to withstand Zurian conditions for long, and that they will soon depart", "He believes he can feign sincerity in order to steal their metal and other goods", "He thinks that Earthmen are intellectually inferior and that he can manipulate them to do his bidding" ], [ "capitalism", "the printing press", "metal, copper wire, and other goods", "destruction of the caste system" ], [ "knowledge", "industrialism", "greediness", "globalization" ], [ "The gas was collected on Zur", "The gas is from Earth and will not power Zurian machines", "The gas will be replaced by a new type of gas that Zurians will need to purchase in the next decade", "The Earthmen are not selling gas; rather, a material that causes machines to break" ], [ "The customer service policy was drafted by Zurians, not Earthmen", "The customer service policy offers no ideal alternatives for non-Earthmen", "Earthly corporations have no real solutions for dealing with problems presented by their customers", "What is 'right' for the customer always benefits the corporation, directly or indirectly" ] ]

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[ [ "Zotul, youngest of the Masur brothers, stirred uneasily. Personally, he\n was in favor of the coming of the Earthmen to the world of Zur.", "Zurians, and many blessings would rain down from the skies. This, in\n effect, was what the Earthmen had to say. Zotul felt greatly cheered,", "\"You mean,\" exclaimed Zotul, aghast, \"that you Earthmen own everything\n on Zur?\"\n\n\n \"Even your armies.\"", "Zotul stared blankly. This was not the governor. This was Broderick,\n the Earthman.\n\n\n \"I—I came to see the governor,\" he said in confusion.", "Kent Broderick, the Earthman in charge of the Council, shook hands\n jovially with Zotul. That alien custom conformed with, Zotul took a", "company.\"\nZotul, anxious to possess the treasures promised by the Earthman,\n won over his brothers. They signed with marks and gave up a quarter", "confusion that upset Zotul. The clerk who took his application for\n an interview was, he noticed only vaguely, a young Earthwoman. It\n was remarkable that he paid so little attention, for the female", "Zotul sat in silent thought. \"But you did not have to buy us out. You\n had the power to conquer us, even to destroy us. The whole planet could", "Still smarting, Zotul went back to his designing quarters and thought\n about the Earthmen. If it was impossible to hope for much in the way", "\"I don't understand. The Earthmen....\" Zotul paused, coloring. \"We are\n about to lose our plant.\"", "straightened out in no time.\"\nAll the chill recriminations and arguments Zotul had stored for this\n occasion were dissipated in the warmth of the Earthman's manner.", "\"To begin with,\" he said, \"I am going to make you a gift of all these\n luxuries you do not have.\" As Zotul made to protest, he cut him off", "Zotul's eyes widened. \"And that is why my brothers did not beat me when\n I failed!\"\n\n\n \"Of course. Are you ready now to take the assignment papers for you and\n your brothers to sign?\"", "the novelty of it. Even Zotul bought a book—a primer in the Lorian\n language—and learned how to read and write. The remainder of the", "\"Impossible,\" said Zotul drably. \"Not I and all my brothers together\n have so much money any more.\"\n\n\n \"You don't know us of Earth very well yet, but you will. I offer you\n credit!\"", "\"Glad to have you call on us, Mr. Masur,\" boomed the Earthman, clapping\n Zotul on the back. \"Just tell us your troubles and we'll have you", "By this, he seemed to imply that the Thorabians would rob the Earthmen,\n which the Lorians would not. The truth was that all on Zur were panting", "sorry for thinking as I did about the Earthmen. They really intend to\n do well by us.\"", "Zotul drew back. \"I have five brothers. If I took all these things for\n myself and nothing for them, they would beat me black and blue.\"", "The Earthmen were going to do great things for the whole world of\n Zur. It required but the cooperation—an excellent word, that—of all" ], [ "\"As I have always said from the beginning,\" chortled Director Koltan,\n \"this coming of the Earthmen had been a great thing for us, and\n especially for the House of Masur.\"", "\"To fail,\" said Koltan soberly, \"is not a Masur attribute. Go to the\n governor and tell him what we think of this business. The House of", "\"It is an outrage,\" said Koltan of the House of Masur, \"that the\n Earthmen land among the Thorabians!\"", "\"You were about to say that the Earthmen are taking your plant away\n from you. That is true. Since the House of Masur was the largest and\n richest on Zur, it has taken a long time—the longest of all, in fact.\"", "Zotul, youngest of the Masur brothers, stirred uneasily. Personally, he\n was in favor of the coming of the Earthmen to the world of Zur.", "and our fortune. It is the muscle and bone of our trade. Earthmen may\n come and Earthmen may go, but clay goes on forever ... and with it, the\n fame and fortune of the House of Masur.\"", "Pottery of Masur, even though nobody listened to him any more and\n he knew it. Around the table sat the six brothers—Koltan, eldest", "Alas for that suggestion, no newspaper would accept advertising\n from the House of Masur; all available space was occupied by the\n advertisements of the Earthmen.", "\"Note,\" Koltan announced in a shaky voice, \"that the Earthmen undermine\n our business,\" and he read off the figures.", "\"Once,\" he said formally, \"the Masur fortune was the greatest in\n the world of Zur. That was before my father, the famous Kalrab", "But at the end of three years, the Earthmen dropped their option.\n The Pottery of Masur had no more contracts. Business languished. The", "\"Some new devilment of the Earthmen, you can be sure,\" said Koltan\n blackly.", "\"They are replacing our high-quality ceramic ware with inferior\n terrestrial junk,\" Koltan went on bitterly. \"It is only the glamor that", "bones of our culture and our fortune. Now it has been shown how prone\n is the flesh to corruption and how feeble the bones. We are ruined, and\n all because of new things coming from Earth.\"", "departed from it at regular intervals. As the heirs of the House of\n Masur walked by on their way to see the governor, Zotul observed that\n much new building was taking place and wondered what it was.", "\"Listen to the boy,\" said the aged father. \"There is more wisdom in his\n head than in all the rest of you. Forget the Earthmen and think only of\n the clay.\"", "interest in the Pottery of Masur. They rolled in the luxuries of Earth.\n These, who had never known debt before, were in it up to their ears.", "was gone. Moreover, the Earthmen sold the Zurians their own natural gas\n at a nice profit and everybody was happy with the situation except the\n brothers Masur.", "The business of a formal complaint was turned over by the brothers to\n Zotul. It took three weeks for the Earthmen to get around to calling\n him in, as a representative of the Pottery of Masur, for an interview.", "Masur—Divinity protect him—departed this life to collect his greater\n reward. He often told us, my father did, that the clay is the flesh and" ], [ "A Gift From Earth\nBy MANLY BANISTER\n\n\n Illustrated by KOSSIN\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"None at all,\" beamed the Earthman cheerily. \"Every item is given to\n you absolutely free—a gift from the people of Earth. All we ask is", "bones of our culture and our fortune. Now it has been shown how prone\n is the flesh to corruption and how feeble the bones. We are ruined, and\n all because of new things coming from Earth.\"", "\"Listen to the boy,\" said the aged father. \"There is more wisdom in his\n head than in all the rest of you. Forget the Earthmen and think only of\n the clay.\"", "of metal from the Earthmen, what could one get from them? If he could\n figure this problem out, he might rise somewhat in the estimation of", "and our fortune. It is the muscle and bone of our trade. Earthmen may\n come and Earthmen may go, but clay goes on forever ... and with it, the\n fame and fortune of the House of Masur.\"", "Zurians, and many blessings would rain down from the skies. This, in\n effect, was what the Earthmen had to say. Zotul felt greatly cheered,", "\"The Earthmen don't cook as we do,\" she explained patiently. \"There is\n a paper with each pot that explains how it is used. And you will have\n to design a new ceramic stove for me to use the pots on.\"", "land.\nIn the meantime, however, more things than pots came from Earth.\n One was a printing press, the like of which none on Zur had ever", "In fact, the Earthmen were building an assembly plant for radio\n receiving sets. The ship now standing on its fins upon the apron was", "\"Behold, my sons,\" said Kalrab, stroking his scanty beard. \"What are\n these Earthmen to worry about? Remember the clay. It is our strength", "say!\"\nThe pretty young wife laughed at him. \"Up to your ears in clay, no\n wonder you hear nothing of news! The pot is very cheap. The Earthmen", "\"To begin with,\" he said, \"I am going to make you a gift of all these\n luxuries you do not have.\" As Zotul made to protest, he cut him off", "things had happened. For one, old Kalrab had passed on to his immortal\n rest, but this made no real difference. For another, the Earthmen had\n procured legal authority to prospect the planet for metals, of which", "The brothers were fascinated with the governor's description of these\n hitherto unheard-of vehicles.\n\n\n \"It only remains,\" concluded the governor, \"to build highways, and the\n Earthmen are taking care of that.\"", "The Earthmen were going to do great things for the whole world of\n Zur. It required but the cooperation—an excellent word, that—of all", "For a year, the brothers drove their shiny new cars about on the\n new concrete highways the Earthmen had built. From pumps owned by a", "\"Impossible,\" said Zotul drably. \"Not I and all my brothers together\n have so much money any more.\"\n\n\n \"You don't know us of Earth very well yet, but you will. I offer you\n credit!\"", "things\nof Earth. Think of the telegraph and\n the newspaper, how these spread news of every shipment from Earth.\n The merchandise of the Earthmen is put up for sale by means of these", "\"You don't know what an overcrowded world is like,\" he said. \"A street\n like this, with so few people and vehicles on it, would be impossible\n on Earth.\"" ], [ "bones of our culture and our fortune. Now it has been shown how prone\n is the flesh to corruption and how feeble the bones. We are ruined, and\n all because of new things coming from Earth.\"", "cent of its former volume. Of course, profits on the line of new stoves\n greatly overbalanced the loss, so that actually they were ahead; but\n their business was now dependent upon the supply of the metal pots from", "and our fortune. It is the muscle and bone of our trade. Earthmen may\n come and Earthmen may go, but clay goes on forever ... and with it, the\n fame and fortune of the House of Masur.\"", "\"Interest,\" Broderick explained. \"A mere fifteen per cent. After all,\n you get the merchandise free. The transportation company has to be", "\"It is how the poor are enabled to enjoy all the luxuries of the\n rich,\" said Broderick, and went on to give a thumbnail sketch of the", "\"Impossible,\" said Zotul drably. \"Not I and all my brothers together\n have so much money any more.\"\n\n\n \"You don't know us of Earth very well yet, but you will. I offer you\n credit!\"", "in the fabric of our culture. Machinery has been set up to deal with\n it. Here is their address; go air your troubles to them.\"", "attached to the furnaces. However, it is not as bad as that—yet. We\n will only require you to assign the remaining three-quarters of your\n pottery to us.\"", "company.\"\nZotul, anxious to possess the treasures promised by the Earthman,\n won over his brothers. They signed with marks and gave up a quarter", "\"None at all,\" beamed the Earthman cheerily. \"Every item is given to\n you absolutely free—a gift from the people of Earth. All we ask is", "Immediately, the Earthmen established what they called\n \"corporations\"—Zurian trading companies under terrestrial control. The\n object of the visit was trade.", "About this time, the ships from Earth brought steam-powered electric\n generators. Lines went up, power was generated, and a flood of", "things had happened. For one, old Kalrab had passed on to his immortal\n rest, but this made no real difference. For another, the Earthmen had\n procured legal authority to prospect the planet for metals, of which", "For a year, the brothers drove their shiny new cars about on the\n new concrete highways the Earthmen had built. From pumps owned by a", "After he had beaten his wife thoroughly for her foolishness, Zotul\n stamped off in a rage and designed a new ceramic stove, one that would\n accommodate the terrestrial pots very well.", "By this, he seemed to imply that the Thorabians would rob the Earthmen,\n which the Lorians would not. The truth was that all on Zur were panting", "was gone. Moreover, the Earthmen sold the Zurians their own natural gas\n at a nice profit and everybody was happy with the situation except the\n brothers Masur.", "that you pay the freight charges on the items. Our purpose is not to\n make profit, but to spread technology and prosperity throughout the\n Galaxy. We have already done well on numerous worlds, but working out", "\"Don't be idiotic! Do you suppose Koltan would agree to produce a new\n type of stove when the old has sold well for centuries? Besides, why do\n you need a whole new stove for one little pot?\"", "sells it, of course, but before the people get the shine out of their\n eyes, we can be ruined.\"" ], [ "was gone. Moreover, the Earthmen sold the Zurians their own natural gas\n at a nice profit and everybody was happy with the situation except the\n brothers Masur.", "terrestrial company, they bought gas and oil that had been drawn from\n the crust of Zur and was sold to the Zurians at a magnificent profit.", "in the underlayers of the planet's crust. Crews of Zurians, working\n under supervision of the Earthmen, laid pipelines from the gas and oil\n regions to every major and minor city on Zur.", "\"You mean,\" exclaimed Zotul, aghast, \"that you Earthmen own everything\n on Zur?\"\n\n\n \"Even your armies.\"", "By this, he seemed to imply that the Thorabians would rob the Earthmen,\n which the Lorians would not. The truth was that all on Zur were panting", "Immediately, the Earthmen established what they called\n \"corporations\"—Zurian trading companies under terrestrial control. The\n object of the visit was trade.", "Moreover, the Earthmen brought miles of copper wire—more than enough\n in value to buy out the governorship of any country on Zur—and set up", "Zurians, and many blessings would rain down from the skies. This, in\n effect, was what the Earthmen had to say. Zotul felt greatly cheered,", "The Earthmen were going to do great things for the whole world of\n Zur. It required but the cooperation—an excellent word, that—of all", "\"You were about to say that the Earthmen are taking your plant away\n from you. That is true. Since the House of Masur was the largest and\n richest on Zur, it has taken a long time—the longest of all, in fact.\"", "Zotul, youngest of the Masur brothers, stirred uneasily. Personally, he\n was in favor of the coming of the Earthmen to the world of Zur.", "Such jubilation proved premature, however. One day, a fleet of ships\n arrived and after they had landed all over the planet, Zur was\n practically acrawl with Earthmen.", "There was also some talk going around about agreements made between\n the Earthmen and officials of the Lorian government, but you heard one\n thing one day and another the next. Accurate reporting, much less a\n newspaper, was unknown on Zur.", "they found a good deal, but they told no one on Zur of this. What\n they did mention was the crude oil and natural gas they discovered", "\"Impossible,\" said Zotul drably. \"Not I and all my brothers together\n have so much money any more.\"\n\n\n \"You don't know us of Earth very well yet, but you will. I offer you\n credit!\"", "land.\nIn the meantime, however, more things than pots came from Earth.\n One was a printing press, the like of which none on Zur had ever", "\"None at all,\" beamed the Earthman cheerily. \"Every item is given to\n you absolutely free—a gift from the people of Earth. All we ask is", "of metal from the Earthmen, what could one get from them? If he could\n figure this problem out, he might rise somewhat in the estimation of", "\"And after that?\"\n\n\n Broderick smiled gently. \"Zur will grow. Our people will intermarry\n with yours. The future population of Zur will be neither true Zurians\n nor true Earthmen, but a mixture of both.\"", "For a year, the brothers drove their shiny new cars about on the\n new concrete highways the Earthmen had built. From pumps owned by a" ], [ "we're going to do right by you. That is the policy of Earth—always to\n do right by the customer.\"", "\"None at all,\" beamed the Earthman cheerily. \"Every item is given to\n you absolutely free—a gift from the people of Earth. All we ask is", "Earthmen, explained Broderick, had built a plant of their own because\n it was so much more efficient—and to lower prices, which was Earth's\n unswerving policy, greater and greater efficiency was demanded.", "Broderick clucked sympathetically. One who could not afford the\n bargain-priced merchandise of Earth must be poor indeed.", "\"Impossible,\" said Zotul drably. \"Not I and all my brothers together\n have so much money any more.\"\n\n\n \"You don't know us of Earth very well yet, but you will. I offer you\n credit!\"", "The homes of the brothers Masur blossomed on the Easy Payment Plan.\n They had refrigerators, washers, driers, toasters, grills, electric\n fans, air-conditioning equipment and everything else Earth could\n possibly sell them.", "Alas for that suggestion, no newspaper would accept advertising\n from the House of Masur; all available space was occupied by the\n advertisements of the Earthmen.", "\"It is an Earthman association that deals with complaints such as\n yours. In the matter of material progress, we must expect some strain", "newfangled paraphernalia ... and very cheap, too, because for\n everything they sold, the Earthmen always took the old ware in trade.\n What they did with the stuff had been hard to believe at first. They", "sorry for thinking as I did about the Earthmen. They really intend to\n do well by us.\"", "\"Listen to the boy,\" said the aged father. \"There is more wisdom in his\n head than in all the rest of you. Forget the Earthmen and think only of\n the clay.\"", "that you pay the freight charges on the items. Our purpose is not to\n make profit, but to spread technology and prosperity throughout the\n Galaxy. We have already done well on numerous worlds, but working out", "say!\"\nThe pretty young wife laughed at him. \"Up to your ears in clay, no\n wonder you hear nothing of news! The pot is very cheap. The Earthmen", "newspapers, which also are the property of the Earthmen. The people are\n intrigued by these advertisements, as they are called, and flock to", "\"They are replacing our high-quality ceramic ware with inferior\n terrestrial junk,\" Koltan went on bitterly. \"It is only the glamor that", "\"The Earthman took them in trade—one reason why the new ones are so\n cheap. There isn't a pot in the house but these metal ones, and you\n will have to design and produce a new stove if you expect me to use\n them.\"", "bones of our culture and our fortune. Now it has been shown how prone\n is the flesh to corruption and how feeble the bones. We are ruined, and\n all because of new things coming from Earth.\"", "\"You don't know what an overcrowded world is like,\" he said. \"A street\n like this, with so few people and vehicles on it, would be impossible\n on Earth.\"", "in the fabric of our culture. Machinery has been set up to deal with\n it. Here is their address; go air your troubles to them.\"", "\"The Earthmen don't cook as we do,\" she explained patiently. \"There is\n a paper with each pot that explains how it is used. And you will have\n to design a new ceramic stove for me to use the pots on.\"" ] ]

[ "What does the following quotation from the article -- \"Nobody deserves it more than Barry Switzer. He took all of this [expletive].\" -- most likely imply?", "What word best describes Tynan's reputation in Britain?", "How was the reaction toward Lloyd and Irvin different than that toward Tynan?", "Members of western society in 1996 are _________ expletives compared to members of western society from three decades prior.", "Which of the following statements most accurately describes the author's predictions regarding profanity?", "What is the author's central point about the increased frequency of expletive use in western society?" ]

[ [ "Switzer deserves to be punished for using explicit language", "Switzer deserves to be rewarded for speaking honestly and in-the-moment", "Switzer deserves to be rewarded for the sacrifices he made to win the NFC title", "Switzer deserves to be punished for using blasphemous language on live television" ], [ "Tynan was understood to be a fraudulent and sociopathic manipulator", "Tynan was viewed as an attention-seeking, irksome personality", "Tynan was well-regarded as an outspoken person who tells it like it is", "Tynan was looked upon with condescension as a vulgar, rude figure" ], [ "Lloyd and Irvin were forgiven after apologizing while Tynan was ignored", "Lloyd and Irvin were applauded while Tynan was reproached", "Lloyd and Irvin were vilified while Tynan was honored", "Lloyd and Irvin received limited backlash while Tynan was reputationally destroyed" ], [ "more offended by", "more creative in their use of", "less offended by", "less creative in their use of" ], [ "Soon, the majority of idioms and colloquialisms will include language once considered to be profane", "The more society accepts use of expletives, the more we will need to use it to function in conversation", "In a matter of decades, it will be acceptable for children in primary school to use expletives ", "Governments will eventually have no choice but to create laws forbidding the use of profanity" ], [ "It represents mass disillusionment in ideals that were once central to a well-functioning society", "It will inevitably result in an increase in crime and socially unacceptable behaviors", "It has no correlation with crime but a positive correlation with acceptance of the taboo", "It will bring about a new era of creativity and innovation in the years to come" ] ]

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[ "Dole makes all of the following charges against the New York Times EXCEPT for: with the NYT? ", "Why does the author believe Clinton is better represented than Dole?", "Dole blames Clinton for increased _____ within the American population", "What does Dole hope to accomplish by juxtaposing Clinton's drug use with the War on Drugs?", "What perspective does Rosenthal adapt toward Dole's grievances?", "What does Dole insinuate may have happened if the Times covered him 'accurately'? ", "The New York Times would most likely use the following terms to describe Dole's campaign?", "Dole's quote would have been perceived as _________________if it had included included the exclamation points from his tone?", "What does the author believe is Dole's real grievance with the New York Times? " ]

[ [ "They don't publish stories about him on the front page", "They purposefully misquote him", "Their reporting on his campaign is inaccurate", "They are colluding with Clinton to get him elected" ], [ "Clinton is more experienced and knowledgeable than Dole", "Clinton is more progressive while Dole wants to maintain the status quo", "Clinton is surreptitiously making payments to the Times as a trade for good publicity", "Clinton uses proper grammar and appears sophisticated in public" ], [ "joblessness", "crime rates", "antagonism", "drug use" ], [ "To render Clinton as untrustworthy and 'above the law'", "To capture specific population groups within a larger Christian demographic", "To garner moderate dislike toward Clinton before exposing his infidelity", "To perpetuate Clinton's reputation as a deviant and addict" ], [ "Rosenthal asserts that Dole is purposefully lying to the public", "Rosenthal implies that Dole's mental faculties are deteriorating", "Rosenthal reveals that he is perplexed by Dole's grievances", "Rosenthal admits that Dole's grievances are warranted" ], [ "He believes with certainty that he would have won the election by a landslide", "He believes he would have had a better chance of accumulating more voters", "He believes he could have had a more diverse turnout of voters voting for him in the presidential election", "He believes other media companies would follow the lead of the New York Times" ], [ "Underfunded and ill-resourced", "Condescending and elitist", "Fervent and prejudiced", "Sophomoric and aimless" ], [ "less impartial", "more inflammatory", "less dignified ", "more misguided" ], [ "Dole is angry because he cannot use them to bolster his campaign", "Dole was once fired from the New York Times when he worked there as a young adult", "Dole feels isolated from the Washington elite", "Dole cannot receive constructive criticism" ] ]

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Then, on the", "assert that \"Seelye has misquoted Dole on numerous occasions and", "covered Dole since the beginning of his campaign, the complaints", "when the paper played what Dole aides billed as a" ], [ "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "at the paper. In fact, Dole's fury at the Times", "animal house!\" Most reporters would write, Bob Dole yesterday compared", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "coverage of a speech the previous day. Dole, in New", "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "from the campaign's own internal problems. Dole's campaign has been", "Oct. 24. 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Dole has been going after", "Seelye manages to get every Dole mumble, repetition, and", "Dole staff would be quoted by name for this story,", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "assert that \"Seelye has misquoted Dole on numerous occasions and", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "Dole would exit the stage. Would he depart on a", "it captures the spirit of the event, with Dole grimly", "But if Dole", "of Dole has been excessively bitchy from day one, in", "say, and something he would not say.\" The letter continues:", "charge that she misquotes Dole, Seelye routinely makes Dole" ], [ "Dole is attacking the Times because he is truly furious", "stories in the New York Times .\" Dole repeated his", "at the paper. In fact, Dole's fury at the Times", "Oct. 26 story reporting Dole's attack on the Times ,", "stories in the New York Times . Only anti-Dole stories", "reader to believe that Dole was talking about a very", "Oct. 24. In New Orleans, Dole charged the paper with", "according to a senior Dole aide, the attacks are heartfelt", "Adam Nagourney, the Times ' other reporter covering Dole full", "Dole vs. the\nTimes", "says, Dole actually had a great week. The campaign's complaint", "(the day the Times endorsed Clinton), Dole called the paper", "Dole look ridiculous by quoting him all too accurately, depicting", "Dole insisted. \"I doubt if you even read it in", "than the coverage of Dole, as even other Times reporters", "covered Dole since the beginning of his campaign, the complaints", "reading remarks, Dole tried to explain his recent attacks on", "later, she quoted Dole in another story: \"They've turned the", "story reported that \"Mr. Dole accused the President of 'playing", "assert that \"Seelye has misquoted Dole on numerous occasions and" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Hendricks and Joe?", "Why is Joe trying to get drunk?", "Why does Joe want to be an EX?", "Why are there hidden microphones?", "Why is an EX an ideal employee?", "How does the CPA prevent crime?", "Why does Hendricks help Joe?" ]

[ [ "Hendricks is Joe's uncle. He has bailed Joe out many times over the years.", "Hendricks is the psychological officer for the police department. He's offered Joe free treatment many times over the years.", "Hendricks is Joe's parole officer and has been for many years.", "Hendricks is the Police Commissioner. He has arrested Joe many times over the years." ], [ "Joe is trying to get drunk, so he can get a month's worth of free food and lodging.", "Joe is trying to get drunk, so he can work up the nerve to ask the girl out.", "Joe is trying to get drunk because he is depressed about his job situation.", "Joe is trying to get drunk, so he can work up the nerve to commit a crime." ], [ "An EX was always offered the best jobs.", "An EX has no more criminal tendencies.", "An EX could be trusted with any responsibility.", "An EX was a hero to millions." ], [ "The hidden microphones are there because the girl is an FBI agent, looking to take down a mafia boss.", "The hidden microphones are there to make sure the bartender keeps the drinks watered down. ", "The hidden microphones are there to detect criminal activity, so the CPA can stop it before it starts. ", "The hidden microphones are there as part of a drug sting." ], [ "An EX is an ideal employee because their criminal backgrounds help them prevent others from committing crimes. ", "An EX is an ideal employee because they have been psychologically trained not to steal. ", "An EX is an ideal employee because their brain implants not only will not let them commit crimes, but they also compel the EX to keep working. ", "An EX is an ideal employee because they can be trusted with any amount of their employer’s money. " ], [ "The CPA prevents crime with brain implants that suppress the criminal nature.", "The CPA prevents crime with large police forces, squad cars, and weapons.", "The CPA prevents crime through the use of psychological warfare.", "The CPA prevents crime using constant surveillance, subliminal messaging, public shaming, and various psychological treatments, including lobotomy." ], [ "Hendricks knows becoming an EX is the way for Joe to get an excellent job.", "Hendricks helps Joe because they are friends. ", "Hendricks knows Joe will not go for the free treatment. ", "Hendricks thinks he can also become an EX and get an excellent job if he helps Joe." ] ]

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[ [ "Hendricks leaned even closer and glared. \"You listen, Joe. This is\n interesting. You see, it doesn't stop with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There's", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "Hendricks was standing by the window. Joe stared at the massive back.\n Deliberately goading his mind, he discovered the biggest change:", "\"That's why I met you at the hospital,\" Hendricks said. \"I want to\n explain some things. I've known you for a long time and I know you're", "Hendricks laughed. \"You'll change your opinion. We live in a clean,\n wonderful world, Joe. A world of happy, healthy people. Except for\n freaks like yourself, criminals are—\"", "Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did\n understand he didn't believe. A crowd was waiting for him. He could see", "Hendricks leaned closer until Joe could feel his breath on his face.\n \"That means your case history will be turned over to the newspapers.", "Commissioner Hendricks was a remarkable character. There was something\n wrong with his glands, and he was a huge, greasy bulk of a man with", "Hendricks shrugged his shoulders negligently. \"Not entirely a favor. I\n want to get rid of you. Usually I come up here and sit around and read\n books. But guys like you are a nuisance and take up my time.\"", "\"I just saw your doctor,\" Hendricks said. \"He says your treatment is\n over. You can go home now. I thought I'd give you a lift.\"", "\"Lay off!\"\nJoe squirmed in the chair. He'd been lectured by Hendricks before and", "He waved his hand. \"Okay. Shut it off. I confess to conspiracy.\"\nHendricks rose from behind the desk, walked leisurely to where Joe was\n slouched in a chair. \"Give me your CPA ID.\"", "Hendricks reached into a pocket, withdrew several bills and extended\n them. \"I'll loan you some money. You can sign an IOU and pay me back a\n little at a time.\"", "Hendricks' face hardened. \"Favor? You wouldn't know a favor if you\n stumbled over one. I did it because it's standard procedure for your", "\"Hero!\" Hendricks laughed and, with his powerful lungs, it sounded\n like a bull snorting. \"You think a successful criminal is a hero? You\n stupid—\"", "When Hendricks handed him the new card, Joe saw that the words\n DANGEROUS CRIMINAL TENDENCIES were now in red and larger than before.", "John Gralewski, Apt. 204, 2141 Orange St.\nWhen Hendricks came back, Joe said, \"Thanks.\"", "\"Okay, goddam it!\nStop it!\n\"\n\n\n Hendricks stopped, wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief\n and lit a cigarette." ], [ "\"Not sick. Drunk. Been trying to get drunk all afternoon.\" As the\n liquor settled in his stomach, he waited for the warm glow. But the\n glow didn't come ... the bartender had watered his drink again.", "Joe had tried dozens of times in dozens of bars to outsmart them, but\n had always failed. And in all of New York's millions, there had been\n only a hundred cases of intoxication during the previous year.", "\"Trying to get drunk?\" the girl inquired. \"Are you crazy?\"", "\"Tell you later.\" He gulped the remainder of his drink, almost pouring\n it down his throat.\n\n\n \"Hey. You trying to make yourself sick?\"", "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "\"Okay,\" Joe said. \"I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted\n rape. I confess.\"", "Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the\n crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it.", "\"Scream,\" Joe said. \"Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get\n here, tell 'em I tried to rape you.\"", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "Joe couldn't stand the breath in his face any longer. He rose and paced\n the floor.", "Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of\n machines on the walls, \"", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "\"Do I have to\nmake\nyou scream?\" Joe inquired tiredly and advanced\n toward the girl.\n\n\n \"—and that rank carries a lot of weight. Hey!\nStop it!\n\"", "\"Let me out!\" Joe grabbed at the door and was on the sidewalk, slamming\n the door behind him before the car stopped completely.", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "\"So they go there and they sit and drink and watch you, trying not\n to let you know they're watching you. They watch you all night, just", "Almost running to the desk, Joe opened the book, selected a name and\n address and memorized it:", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!" ], [ "\"But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex\n is like. You see, Joe, the treatment can't possibly take all the", "\"Being an Ex, you'll get the kind of job you always wanted,\" Hendricks", "And therefore, an EX (a convicted criminal who received the treatment\n was commonly called an Ex because he was in the strictest sense of the\n word an Ex-criminal) ... an Ex was always offered the best jobs.", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and", "\"Do I have to\nmake\nyou scream?\" Joe inquired tiredly and advanced\n toward the girl.\n\n\n \"—and that rank carries a lot of weight. Hey!\nStop it!\n\"", "treatment and taking it. But you wouldn't do that. You wanted to commit\n a crime, get caught and be a hero ... an\nEx\n.\"", "As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference.\n\n\n During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to\n think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in\n himself.", "and they're bored. Then Mr. Jones says, 'Let's go watch this Joe\n Harper.' So they look up your record—amateur cops always keep records", "\"It's a great system, isn't it, Joe? A true democracy. Even a jerk like\n you is free to do what he wants, as long as it's legal.\"", "He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a\n crime. And now that he knew, it didn't seem fair. He decided to tell", "Joe went to the window. Three stories below, a large crowd had gathered\n on the hospital steps: a band, photographers, television trucks,", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "Almost running to the desk, Joe opened the book, selected a name and\n address and memorized it:", "\"Let me out!\" Joe grabbed at the door and was on the sidewalk, slamming\n the door behind him before the car stopped completely.", "Joe laughed. \"If your damned CPA is so all-powerful, why can't you\nmake\nme go?\"\n\n\n \"Violation of Civil Rights.\"", "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "\"I think it's a lousy, filthy system.\" Joe's head was still tingling\n with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it", "Hendricks leaned even closer and glared. \"You listen, Joe. This is\n interesting. You see, it doesn't stop with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There's", "\"Where's the girl?\" Joe asked.\n\n\n \"I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—\"" ], [ "Feeling safe from hidden microphones because of the uproar, he leaned\n across the table and whispered in the girl's ear, \"That's what I", "Imagination or not, the CPA was almost everywhere a person went.\n Twenty-four hours a day, millions of microphones hidden in taverns,", "that alley. We have a lot of microphones hidden in a lot of alleys.\n You'd be surprised at the number of conspiracies that take place in\n alleys!\"", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "the message was traced and a police helicopter would be at the scene\n in two minutes. And scattered all over the city were not only hidden\n microphones, but hidden television cameras that relayed visual messages", "alleys, restaurants, subways and every other place imaginable waited\n for someone to say the wrong thing. Everything the microphones picked\n up was routed to the CPA Brain, a monster electronic calculator.", "\"During the day, they'll take your picture with their spy cameras that\n look like buttons on their coats. At night, they'll peep at you through", "and volunteer workers. Everywhere you went, it was there, quietly\n watching you and analyzing you, and if you showed criminal tendencies,\n it watched you even more closely and analyzed you even more deeply", "\"So they go there and they sit and drink and watch you, trying not\n to let you know they're watching you. They watch you all night, just", "Arson was next to impossible because of the heat-detectors—devices\n placed in every building that could detect, radarlike, any intensity of", "Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of\n machines on the walls, \"", "He waited a few seconds and then ran. When he reached the street, a\n police helicopter landed next to him. Strong metal arms seized him;\n cameras clicked and recorded the damning evidence.", "except for a desk and chairs, but the walls were lined with the\n controls of television screens, electronic calculators and a hundred\n other machines that formed New York's mechanical police force.", "the owner had obviously constructed a wall across the hall, creating\n another room. If the owner had reported the new room as required by\n law, it would have been wired with CPA burglarproof devices, but", "to the Brain, and hidden machines that could detect a knife or a gun in\n someone's pocket at forty yards.", "\"See this? It contains names and addresses of all the people in New\n York who aren't properly protected. Every week we find people who\n aren't protected properly—blind spots in our protection devices. As", "You'll be the hobby of thousands of amateur cops. You know how it\n works? It's like this. The Joneses are sitting around tomorrow night", "boxes. They'll stare at you on the street and stare at you through\n restaurant windows while you're eating meals. They'll follow you in\n public rest rooms and watch you out of the corners of their eyes", "and they're bored. Then Mr. Jones says, 'Let's go watch this Joe\n Harper.' So they look up your record—amateur cops always keep records", "Hendricks leaned even closer and glared. \"You listen, Joe. This is\n interesting. You see, it doesn't stop with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There's" ], [ "And therefore, an EX (a convicted criminal who received the treatment\n was commonly called an Ex because he was in the strictest sense of the\n word an Ex-criminal) ... an Ex was always offered the best jobs.", "\"Being an Ex, you'll get the kind of job you always wanted,\" Hendricks", "\"But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex\n is like. You see, Joe, the treatment can't possibly take all the", "down there waiting for you because they're curious, because they're\n glad the CPA caught you, and because they're glad you're an Ex. You're\n an\nex", "treatment and taking it. But you wouldn't do that. You wanted to commit\n a crime, get caught and be a hero ... an\nEx\n.\"", "before in your life, because every time you start to loaf, a voice in\n your head is going to say,\nWork! Work!\nExes always get good jobs", "Except men like Joe Harper. No system is perfect. Along with thousands\n of other DCTs, Joe refused to believe it, and when he reached apartment", "He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a\n crime. And now that he knew, it didn't seem fair. He decided to tell", "\"It's a great system, isn't it, Joe? A true democracy. Even a jerk like\n you is free to do what he wants, as long as it's legal.\"", "because employers know they're good workers.", "\"See this? It contains names and addresses of all the people in New\n York who aren't properly protected. Every week we find people who\n aren't protected properly—blind spots in our protection devices. As", "ex\n-criminal now, and because of your treatment, you'll never be\n able to commit another crime as long as you live. And that's the kind", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "\"Well,\" the girl said. \"I'm honored. Really. But I got a date at ten.\n Let's get it over with. You said it'd only take a few minutes.\"", "continued. \"You'll get a good-paying job, but you'll work for it.\n You'll work eight hours a day, work harder than you've ever worked", "hero, but because of the CPA Treatment, he was—when he left one of the\n CPA hospitals—a thoroughly honest and hard-working individual ... a\n man who could be trusted with any responsibility, any amount of money.", "and volunteer workers. Everywhere you went, it was there, quietly\n watching you and analyzing you, and if you showed criminal tendencies,\n it watched you even more closely and analyzed you even more deeply", "Almost running to the desk, Joe opened the book, selected a name and\n address and memorized it:", "Only one thing confused him during all the excitement: a white-haired\n old lady with tears in her eyes said, \"Thank heaven it was only a", "want to hire you for. I want you to help me commit a crime. If I get\n convicted of a crime, I'll be able to get a good job!\"" ], [ "A civilization weary of murder, robbery, kidnapping, counterfeiting,\n blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime", "The CPA system was, actually, cheaper than previous methods because\n it did away with the damage caused by countless crimes; did away with\n prisons and their guards, large police forces, squad cars and weapons.", "Prevention Association. There were no longer any prisons—CPA officials\n had declared loudly and emphatically that their job was to prevent\n crime, not punish it. And prevent it they did, with thousands of", "Anyone could conspire. And if the conspirators were prevented from\n committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly\n once again. That meant the CPA had once again\nprevented", "prevented\ncrime, and\n the CPA didn't punish crimes or attempted crimes, and it didn't attempt\n to prevent crimes\nby", "And the CPA had attacked crime through society itself, striking at\n the individual. In every city there were neon signs that blinked", "The FBI had always been a powerful organization, but under the\n supervision of the CPA, it was a scientific colossus and to think", "the day you died. With the CPA system, you're returned to society, a\n useful citizen, unable to commit the smallest crime. And you've got a", "As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she\n saw the large letters that indicated the owner had Dangerous Criminal\n Tendencies.", "ingenious crime-prevention devices and methods. They had made crime\n almost impossible, and during the previous year, only a few hundred men\n in the whole country had been convicted of criminal acts.", "hero, but because of the CPA Treatment, he was—when he left one of the\n CPA hospitals—a thoroughly honest and hard-working individual ... a\n man who could be trusted with any responsibility, any amount of money.", "were not crimes. They weren't crimes because the DCT didn't complete\n the act, and if he didn't complete the act, that meant simply that the\n CPA had once again functioned properly.", "for the CPA to prove ownership and that a crime had been committed.", ".\"\nThe car passed one of the CPA playgrounds. Boys and girls of all ages\n were laughing, squealing with joy as they played games designed by CPA", "employee and he doesn't live in the apartment you robbed. The CPA pays\n the rent for that one and he lives in another. We have a lot of places", "Imagination or not, the CPA was almost everywhere a person went.\n Twenty-four hours a day, millions of microphones hidden in taverns,", "alleys, restaurants, subways and every other place imaginable waited\n for someone to say the wrong thing. Everything the microphones picked\n up was routed to the CPA Brain, a monster electronic calculator.", "And the percentage of crimes had dwindled even more with the appearance\n of the robot police officers. Many a criminal in the past had gambled", "and volunteer workers. Everywhere you went, it was there, quietly\n watching you and analyzing you, and if you showed criminal tendencies,\n it watched you even more closely and analyzed you even more deeply", "\"I'm doing you a favor, Joe. I'm trying to explain something you're too\n dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and" ], [ "Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the\n big man. Hendricks was—unbelievably—offering him a victim, offering\n him a crime!", "\"That's why I met you at the hospital,\" Hendricks said. \"I want to\n explain some things. I've known you for a long time and I know you're", "Hendricks' face hardened. \"Favor? You wouldn't know a favor if you\n stumbled over one. I did it because it's standard procedure for your", "Hendricks smiled. \"Sorry, Joe. You missed the boat again.\" He reached\n out and turned a dial on his desk top. \"We had a microphone hidden in", "Hendricks reached into a pocket, withdrew several bills and extended\n them. \"I'll loan you some money. You can sign an IOU and pay me back a\n little at a time.\"", "Hendricks leaned even closer and glared. \"You listen, Joe. This is\n interesting. You see, it doesn't stop with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. There's", "Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of\n names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in\n his arm froze before it moved it an inch.", "Hendricks shrugged his shoulders negligently. \"Not entirely a favor. I\n want to get rid of you. Usually I come up here and sit around and read\n books. But guys like you are a nuisance and take up my time.\"", "Hendricks laughed. \"You'll change your opinion. We live in a clean,\n wonderful world, Joe. A world of happy, healthy people. Except for\n freaks like yourself, criminals are—\"", "\"How can I help you without committing a crime myself?\" Hendricks\n walked to his desk, opened a drawer and removed a small black book.", "Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did\n understand he didn't believe. A crowd was waiting for him. He could see", "Hendricks was standing by the window. Joe stared at the massive back.\n Deliberately goading his mind, he discovered the biggest change:", "He waved his hand. \"Okay. Shut it off. I confess to conspiracy.\"\nHendricks rose from behind the desk, walked leisurely to where Joe was\n slouched in a chair. \"Give me your CPA ID.\"", "\"I just saw your doctor,\" Hendricks said. \"He says your treatment is\n over. You can go home now. I thought I'd give you a lift.\"", "Commissioner Hendricks was a remarkable character. There was something\n wrong with his glands, and he was a huge, greasy bulk of a man with", "\"Hero!\" Hendricks laughed and, with his powerful lungs, it sounded\n like a bull snorting. \"You think a successful criminal is a hero? You\n stupid—\"", "Hendricks leaned closer until Joe could feel his breath on his face.\n \"That means your case history will be turned over to the newspapers.", "Anyone who knew Hendricks well liked him, for he was a friendly,\n likable person. But the millions of women voters who saw his face on", "John Gralewski, Apt. 204, 2141 Orange St.\nWhen Hendricks came back, Joe said, \"Thanks.\"", "\"Okay, goddam it!\nStop it!\n\"\n\n\n Hendricks stopped, wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief\n and lit a cigarette." ] ]

[ "What does the dead man represent for Ben?", "Why does Ben take offence to Cobb's comments about spacemen?", "Ben runs from the crime scene, but isn't remorseful for doing so. Why is that, even though he killed a man?", "What is the irony in Ben's contempt for a single action destroying \"a man's life and his dream?\"", "Why does the Martian boy speak so many languages?", "Why is the rumor that Martians can read minds especially scary to Ben?", "Why is Ben a potential asset to Maggie and her husband?", "What does Ben seem to fear, more than anything else?" ]

[ [ "His conscious. He is manifesting as Ben's rage, and the anger that he felt during the incident. ", "The end of his freedom. He represents his new life as an outlaw. ", "His conscious. He is manifesting as Ben's unaddressed guilt, and what he can never run away from. ", "The end of his career. He sees the dead man as the loss of his livelihood. " ], [ "He takes a lot of pride in his job, and dislikes Cobb disparaging it. ", "It's deeply personal to him. Because of his parent's death, he'd taken an interest in the job. ", "It's deeply personal to him. He grew up venerating space and space travel. He spent his whole life preparing for it. ", "He knows that spacemen account for the life people like Cobb can live, because of his work. " ], [ "It gave him enough time to remember the renegades, and make the plan to go meet them. ", "He felt he was justified in killing Cobb. ", "Running away game him opportunity to reflect.", "Running gave him autonomy, and to decide how the next part of his life would pan out. " ], [ "If he had stayed and made the decision to confess, he wouldn't have ruined his life. ", "He'd just deliberately ended a man's life, and his running from what he's done. ", "It's against the morals of what he claims to stand by. ", "He'd just done the same to a man by striking him without thought, and is now running from his guilt. " ], [ "He must meet humans from many places, and has just taken to learning a little of everything. ", "Martians have a different perception of Earth culture, and it's what he thinks is appropriate.", "He must meet humans from many places, and has only picked up bits of language here and there. ", "He is trying to confuse Ben, and get him to say something. " ], [ "If they can, they definitely know he's guilty of what he's done. ", "It would mean that Martians are fully aware of what Earth people are thinking, and manipulating them. ", "If they can, he's uncomfortable with the notion that they can read his thoughts. ", "Not being able to confirm if it's true or not makes Ben wary of interacting with any of them. " ], [ "He's an astrogator, and one that's now off the radar. He's free to do the kind of job they need. ", "He's an astrogator, and a very talented one at that. He can complete the job they need done. ", "As a space officer, he can help get them out of any legal trouble they might encounter. ", "He's in a position where he can't say no. He has to do whatever they tell him. " ], [ "The law, and atoning for his crime. ", "Losing his position and the chance to fly spaceships. ", "The dead man, and the way he persists in his mind. ", "Maggie and her husband, and the position they've put him in. " ] ]

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[ [ "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "He sank to the floor, eyes glassy, blood tricking down his jaw.\n\n\n Ben knew that he was dead.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "The dead man returned to him. Bloodied lips cursed at him. Glassy eyes\n accused him. Somewhere were two lost children crying in the night.", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "You've got to find him\n, he thought.\nYou've got to find the man with\n the red beard. It's the only way you can escape the dead man.", "There was just one flaw in his decision. He hadn't realized that the\n memory of the dead man's face would haunt him, torment him, follow him\n as constantly as breath flowed into his lungs.", "Someone tugged at his greasy coat. He jumped, thinking absurdly that it\n was the dead man's hand.", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "and hares ... or was it follow the leader?\nBen Curtis eased his pale, gaunt body through the open doorway of the\n Blast Inn, the dead man following silently behind him.", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "Each whiteness became brighter and closer, like shrinking spokes of a\n wheel with Ben as their focal point.", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "The officer passed. Ben breathed easier." ], [ "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "\"The name's Cobb.\" The man hiccoughed. \"Spacemen in their white monkey", "Ben smiled. \"If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here.\"", "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "Cobb was persistent: \"Damn fools shoulda known enough to stay on Earth.\n What the hell good is it, jumpin' from planet to planet?\"", "\"Spacemen,\" he muttered, \"are getting like flies. Everywhere, all you\n see's spacemen.\"\n\n\n He was a neatly dressed civilian.", "Ben threw a fifty-cent credit piece on the table. \"Here. Take off, will\n you?\"", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "Ben rose and started to leave the bar, but Cobb grabbed his arm and\n held him there.", "He stopped alone in a rocketfront bar for a beer. The man named Cobb\n plopped his portly and unsteady posterior on the stool next to him.", "Cobb followed. \"You don't like the truth, eh, kid? You don't like\n people to call you a sucker.\"", "suits. They think they're little tin gods. Betcha you think you're a\n little tin god.\" He downed a shot of whiskey.", "can't follow the text-book rules of astrogation out there. You make up\n your own.\"\nBen stiffened. \"And that's why you want me for an astrogator.\"", "He remembered a little picture book his mother had given him when she\n was alive. Under the bright pictures of spacemen were the captions:", "Ben shook his head.\nHe thought,\nI don't want your Martian wench. I don't want your opium", "after we got pushed off Mars. We lost a few men in the construction,\n but with almost every advance in space, someone dies.\"", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "Ben scowled. \"What happens if there\nis\na crackdown? And what will you\n do when Space Corps ships officially reach the asteroids? They can't\n ignore you then.\"", "\"They say it is because after women come, they want first thing a\n thousand vacuum cleaners for dust. What is vacuum cleaner,\nmonsieur\n?\"\n\n\n Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy.", "things. He realized that the soft rubber mouth of a spaceman's oxygen\n mask was clamped over his nose. He felt the heat of electric blankets" ], [ "He was sorry he'd hit Cobb, of course. He was not sorry he'd run.\n Escaping at least gave him a power of choice, of decision.", "He ran.\nFor some twenty minutes, he raced through a dizzying, nightmare world\n of dark rocketfront alleys and shouting voices and pursuing feet.", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "There was just one flaw in his decision. He hadn't realized that the\n memory of the dead man's face would haunt him, torment him, follow him\n as constantly as breath flowed into his lungs.", "\"Curtis!\" one of the policemen yelled. \"You're covered! Hold it!\"\n\n\n Ben whirled away from the advancing police, made for the exit into\n which the musicians had disappeared.", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "against the stone booths.\nKeep walking\n, Ben told himself.\nYou look the same as anyone else\n here. Keep walking. Look straight ahead.", "He sank to the floor, eyes glassy, blood tricking down his jaw.\n\n\n Ben knew that he was dead.", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "The guy's drunk\n, Ben thought. He took his drink and moved three\n stools down the bar.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "The dead man returned to him. Bloodied lips cursed at him. Glassy eyes\n accused him. Somewhere were two lost children crying in the night.", "The officer passed. Ben breathed easier.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "He didn't hear the answer or anything else.\nBen Curtis had no precise sensation of awakening. Return to\n consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black\n nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness." ], [ "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "Earth.\nAfter all, was it right for a single second, a single insignificant\n second, to destroy a man's life and his dream?", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "\"They say it is because after women come, they want first thing a\n thousand vacuum cleaners for dust. What is vacuum cleaner,\nmonsieur\n?\"\n\n\n Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy.", "Ben threw a fifty-cent credit piece on the table. \"Here. Take off, will\n you?\"", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "His fist struck the man on the chin. Cobb's eyes gaped in shocked\n horror. He spun backward. His head cracked sickeningly on the edge of\n the bar. The sound was like a punctuation mark signaling the end of\n life.", "He sank to the floor, eyes glassy, blood tricking down his jaw.\n\n\n Ben knew that he was dead.", "He didn't hear the answer or anything else.\nBen Curtis had no precise sensation of awakening. Return to\n consciousness was an intangible evolution from a world of black\n nothingness to a dream-like state of awareness.", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "The guy's drunk\n, Ben thought. He took his drink and moved three\n stools down the bar.", "suits. They think they're little tin gods. Betcha you think you're a\n little tin god.\" He downed a shot of whiskey.", "He was sorry he'd hit Cobb, of course. He was not sorry he'd run.\n Escaping at least gave him a power of choice, of decision.", "The dead man was real. His name was Cobb. He was stout and flabby and\n about forty and he hated spacemen.", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the" ], [ "The speaker was an eager-eyed Martian boy of about ten. He was like\n a red-skinned marionette with pipestem arms and legs, clad in a torn\n skivvy shirt and faded blue dungarees.", "\"Here we are,\nmonsieur\n,\" piped the Martian boy. \"A\ntres\nfine table.\n Close in the shadows.\"", "You idiot! The damned Martian kid! You should have known!\nLight showered the room in a dazzling explosion. Ben, half blinded,\n realized that a broad circle of unshaded globes in the ceiling had been", "\"\nOui.\n\" The Martian kid grinned, his mouth full of purple teeth. \"I\n keep you company on your first night in Hoover City,\nn'est-ce-pas\n?\"", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "But his picture must have been 'scoped to Venusian visiscreens. A\n reward must have been offered for his capture. Whom could he trust? The\n Martian kid, perhaps?", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "The Martians were fragile, doll-like creatures with heads too large for\n their spindly bodies. Their long fingers played upon the strings of\n their", "History of Martian Civilization. Want me to go on?\"", "He remembered a little picture book his mother had given him when she\n was alive. Under the bright pictures of spacemen were the captions:", "A woman screamed. The music ceased. The Martian orchestra slunk with\n feline stealth to a rear exit. Only the giant Venusians remained", "His fear-borne gaze traveled into the dimly illumined Venusian gin\n mill. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose\n ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets.", "\"\nComa esta, senor?\n\" a small voice piped. \"\nSpeken die Deutsch?\n Desirez-vous d'amour? Da? Nyet?\n\"\n\n\n Ben looked down.", "you attended Boys Town in the Catskills till you were 19. You graduated\n from the Academy at White Sands last June with a major in Astrogation.", "senor\n. I have Martian\n friend, she\ntres\npretty and\ntres\nfat. She weigh almost eighty", "after we got pushed off Mars. We lost a few men in the construction,\n but with almost every advance in space, someone dies.\"", "\"\nAi-yee\n, I go. You keep listen to good Martian music.\"\n\n\n The toothpick of a body melted into the semi-darkness.", "cargoes of almost pure uranium and tungsten and all the stuff that's\n scarce on Earth and Mars and Venus. Nobody really cares whether it", "At sixteen, he'd spent every weekend holiday hitchhiking from Boys\n Town No. 5 in the Catskills to Long Island Spaceport. There, among", "Half of him was an officer of the Space Corps. Perhaps one single\n starry-eyed boy out of ten thousand was lucky enough to reach that goal." ], [ "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "The speaker was an eager-eyed Martian boy of about ten. He was like\n a red-skinned marionette with pipestem arms and legs, clad in a torn\n skivvy shirt and faded blue dungarees.", "You idiot! The damned Martian kid! You should have known!\nLight showered the room in a dazzling explosion. Ben, half blinded,\n realized that a broad circle of unshaded globes in the ceiling had been", "unblinking. They certainly didn't look like telepaths, as Ben had heard\n they were, but the thought sent a fresh rivulet of fear down his spine.", "The Martians were fragile, doll-like creatures with heads too large for\n their spindly bodies. Their long fingers played upon the strings of\n their", "His fear-borne gaze traveled into the dimly illumined Venusian gin\n mill. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose\n ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets.", "\"This isn't my first night here,\" Ben lied. \"I've been around a while.\"\n\n\n \"You are spacemen?\"", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "But his picture must have been 'scoped to Venusian visiscreens. A\n reward must have been offered for his capture. Whom could he trust? The\n Martian kid, perhaps?", "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "Ben shook his head.\nHe thought,\nI don't want your Martian wench. I don't want your opium", "\"Here we are,\nmonsieur\n,\" piped the Martian boy. \"A\ntres\nfine table.\n Close in the shadows.\"", "there, Ben saw moving figures. He could not tell if they were Earthmen,\n Martians or Venusians.", "A woman screamed. The music ceased. The Martian orchestra slunk with\n feline stealth to a rear exit. Only the giant Venusians remained", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction." ], [ "Maggie rose, her eyes wistful. \"If you want to come—and if you get\n well.\" She looked at him strangely.", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "Fascinated, Ben nodded.", "\"You'll tell me your name?\"\n\n\n \"Maggie.\"\n\n\n \"Why did you save me?\"", "\"Maggie, you—you said I'd live. You didn't say I'd be able to walk\n again.\"\n\n\n She lowered her gaze. \"I hope you'll be able to.\"", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "Ben smiled. \"If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here.\"", "\"I'm American,\" Ben muttered.", "can't follow the text-book rules of astrogation out there. You make up\n your own.\"\nBen stiffened. \"And that's why you want me for an astrogator.\"", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "The officer passed. Ben breathed easier.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "\"They say it is because after women come, they want first thing a\n thousand vacuum cleaners for dust. What is vacuum cleaner,\nmonsieur\n?\"\n\n\n Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy.", "\"Who is he?\"\n\n\n She sat on the chair beside him.\n\n\n \"My husband,\" she said softly." ], [ "Then, for a single absurd second, Ben was seized with terror—just as,\n a moment before, he'd been overwhelmed with anger.", "Ben stared at the photo for a long time. At length, he slipped into\n restless sleep. Images of faces and echoes of words spun through his\n brain.", "Until this instant, Ben had suppressed his anger. Now, suddenly and\n without warning, it welled up into savage fury.", "And towering above him was a red-bearded man whose great hands reached\n down and beckoned to him. Ben crawled through the night on hands and", "Again, its face would be a pop-eyed mask of surprise as Ben's fist\n thudded into its jaw. More often, the face would be frozen in the", "He awoke still screaming....\n\n\n A night without darkness passed. Ben lay waiting for Maggie's return, a\n question already formed in his mind.", "For an instant, Ben's mind rose above the haunting vision of the dead\n man. He thought,\nWhat are they doing here, these Martians? Here, in", "\"You're sure?\" the voice persisted.\n\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Ben managed to say.\n\n\n \"I have no antidote. You may die.\"", "unblinking. They certainly didn't look like telepaths, as Ben had heard\n they were, but the thought sent a fresh rivulet of fear down his spine.", "His body was buried now—probably in the silent gray wastes outside\n Luna City. But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a\n part of Ben as sight in his eyes.", "Ben winced. How did this kid know he wanted to sit in the shadows?\n Frowning, he sat down—he and the dead man.\n\n\n He listened to the lonely rhythms of the four-piece Martian orchestra.", "A new thought, cloaked in sudden fear, entered his murky consciousness.\n \"Tell me, will—will I be well again? Will I be able to walk?\"\n\n\n He lay back then, panting, exhausted.", "\"I'm American,\" Ben muttered.", "Each whiteness became brighter and closer, like shrinking spokes of a\n wheel with Ben as their focal point.", "The boy grabbed his hand. Because Ben could think of no reason for\n resisting, he followed. They plunged into shifting layers of smoke and", "against the stone booths.\nKeep walking\n, Ben told himself.\nYou look the same as anyone else\n here. Keep walking. Look straight ahead.", "\"They say it is because after women come, they want first thing a\n thousand vacuum cleaners for dust. What is vacuum cleaner,\nmonsieur\n?\"\n\n\n Ben raised his hand as if to strike the boy.", "So\n, Ben reflected,\nyou can take a beer-and-pretzels tale seriously.\n You can hide for a couple of days, get rid of your uniform, change your", "undisturbed. They stood unmoving, their staring eyes shifting lazily in\n Ben's direction.", "Ben shook his head.\nHe thought,\nI don't want your Martian wench. I don't want your opium" ] ]

[ "Why did Judy spent a week with her grandmother for a week during summer?", "Who did Judy give credit for warning the people in town that a flood was coming?", "Why would the trip Judy had taken with her grandparents to the fountain have likely felt longer than when she was traveling with Lois and Lorraine?", "Why did Judy start crying in the attic of her grandparents home?", "What did Judy fall asleep on the summer when she was fourteen?", "What was Judy's grandmother delivering on the day that they took their wagon ride?", "Of the three, who seems to keep holding secrets in more than the others?", "Why did Lorraine duck her head when another car passed by the group on their way to the fountain?", "Why did Lois decide to turn the car around?" ]

[ [ "So that her parents could take a vacation. ", "So that her grandmother would have an opportunity to spent time with her. ", "So that her father, a doctor, could travel out of the country for work. ", "So that she could solve mysteries that were filed away in her grandmother's attic. " ], [ "Her brother, Horace. ", "Her sister, Lois. ", "Herself, due to her mystery solving ability. ", "Her sister, Lorraine." ], [ "Lorraine was speeding through the roads to the fountain.", "Her grandparents were traveling by wagon. ", "She had napped in the car, causing the ride to feel shorter. ", "She had napped in the wagon, causing the ride to feel longer. " ], [ "She was trying to cry to get tears for the fountain of wishes. ", "She was lonely with no friends. ", "She was sad that her parents wouldn't let her come on their vacation. ", "She was afraid of the attic. " ], [ "A hammock", "A flying carpet", "A wagon", "A car " ], [ "Pies that she had baked. ", "Magic carpets", "Old magazines that she had collected for years.", "Hooked rugs" ], [ "Lois", "All three equally", "Judy ", "Lorraine" ], [ "She had recently forged checks and people were looking for her. ", "She was afraid someone would report that they were trespassing. ", "She feared that they were going to collide and she was covering her face from impact. ", "She knew who the new owner of the estate was and didn't want to be seen. " ], [ "There were two approaching dark-coated figures. ", "She didn't want her license plate visible from the road. ", "She was going to park facing out in case they had to make a quick exit. ", "She feared the other car they had almost swiped would return and call the police. " ] ]

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[ [ "was a precious memory. Every summer Dr. Bolton\n and his wife relived it. And every summer Judy\n went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "that?”\n“I think now it was just to tease me. He did stop\n and wait for me after a while,” Judy remembered.\n “The rugs were gone. Grandma must have delivered", "he spent the summer Judy was remembering in Farringdon\n where the Farringdon-Petts had their turreted\n mansion, while she had to suffer the heat and", "The trip was a short one. In twenty minutes they\n had covered the distance that had seemed such a\n long way to Judy when she was riding in her grandfather’s\n wagon.", "exclaimed. “If I could find it I’d wish—”\nA step had sounded on the stairs. Judy remembered\n it distinctly. She had turned to see her grandmother", "that her parents left her every summer while they\n went off on a vacation by themselves. What did they\n think she would do?\n“You’ll have plenty to read,” her father had told", "vacation much more than a schoolgirl who had too\n little to do. He and Judy’s mother usually went to\n the beach hotel where they had honeymooned. It", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "summer Judy found the picture of a fountain and\n spilled tears on it she had no kitten. She had nothing,\n she confessed, not even a friend. It had helped to", "can stand the heat.”\nJudy went, not to look over the old magazines so\n much as to escape to a place where she could have a\n good cry. It was the summer before her fifteenth", "and Judy hadn’t noticed her old eyes twinkling\n behind her glasses. “What do you propose to do with\n yourself this time?”", "scolded and fussed and tried to pretend she wasn’t\n glad to have her.\n“You here again?” she had greeted her that summer,", "“Maybe not, but we can pretend we think they do,\n can’t we?” Judy replied a little uncertainly.\nShe was beginning to suspect that Lorraine knew", "Lorraine reminded her.\n“Didn’t I?” asked Judy. “I’d forgotten a lot of it,\n but it’s beginning to come back now. I do remember", "“Read,” Judy had told her. “Mom and Dad say\n you have a whole stack of old magazines—”\n“In the attic. Go up and look them over if you", "“Very well,” Judy agreed. “What shall we talk\n about?”\n“You,” Lois said, “and all the mysteries you’ve\n solved. Maybe you were mistaken about a thing or", "“Of course,” agreed Judy. She put the magazine\n back in its place under the eaves and turned eagerly\n to her friends. “I do remember a road turning off", "“Oh, Judy! Don’t keep us in suspense any\n longer. What did you wish?”\n“Patience,” Judy said with a smile. “I’m coming\n to that.”" ], [ "warned people that the flood was coming. I was off\n chasing a shadow.”\n“A vanishing shadow,” Lois said with a sigh.\n “What you did wasn’t easy, Judy.”", "the Roulsville flood,” declared Judy. “After that\n things started happening so fast that I completely\n forgot about the fountain. Honestly, Lois, I don’t", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "“That,” declared Judy, “was my brother Horace,\n not me. He was the hero without even meaning to\n be. He was the one who rode through town and", "“It didn’t need to be as hard as it was,” Judy confessed.\n “I know now that keeping that promise not\n to talk about the dam was a great big mistake and", "her. “Weren’t you crying on my picture up\n there in the attic?”\n“Then you—you\nare\nthe fountain!” Judy remembered", "“He was!” Judy’s friends both chorused in surprise,\n and Lois asked, “Why would he do a thing like\n that?”", "all those mysteries. I met you when the whole\n valley below the big Roulsville dam was threatened\n by flood and you solved that—”", "“Before I met you,” Judy said, thinking back,\n “there were plenty of them I couldn’t explain. There\n was one I used to call the spirit of the fountain, but", "Lorraine reminded her.\n“Didn’t I?” asked Judy. “I’d forgotten a lot of it,\n but it’s beginning to come back now. I do remember", "“Very well,” Judy agreed. “What shall we talk\n about?”\n“You,” Lois said, “and all the mysteries you’ve\n solved. Maybe you were mistaken about a thing or", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "“I certainly would,” Judy replied enthusiastically.\n “Do you recognize it, too?”\n“I think so,” Lois answered after studying a little\n more closely the picture they had found. “It looks", "“That’s the unsolved mystery,” Judy replied.\n “There weren’t any of them impossible.”\nAnd she went on to tell them how, the very next", "noise came from the floor above.\n“Come on. There’s nothing up here to be afraid\n of,” Judy urged her friends.", "Judy did not notice the fear in her eyes as she replied\n airily, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I wished for lots\n of friends and a sister, and I wished I could marry a", "“Of course,” agreed Judy. She put the magazine\n back in its place under the eaves and turned eagerly\n to her friends. “I do remember a road turning off", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "First, she told her friends, she had to think of a\n wise wish. There had been so much she wanted in\n those early days before the flood. Dora Scott had", "that?”\n“I think now it was just to tease me. He did stop\n and wait for me after a while,” Judy remembered.\n “The rugs were gone. Grandma must have delivered" ], [ "The trip was a short one. In twenty minutes they\n had covered the distance that had seemed such a\n long way to Judy when she was riding in her grandfather’s\n wagon.", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "show you.”\nLois and Lorraine had finished their dessert while\n Judy was telling them the story of the fountain.\n Somehow, she wasn’t hungry for hers. She had", "sure it isn’t now. Let’s go,” Lorraine said suddenly\n to Lois. Judy knew she was suggesting a fast trip home.\n But, apparently, Lois did not understand it that way.", "the Roulsville flood,” declared Judy. “After that\n things started happening so fast that I completely\n forgot about the fountain. Honestly, Lois, I don’t", "day, her grandparents had taken her to a fountain\n exactly like the one in the picture. It was in the center\n of a deep, circular pool with steps leading up to it.", "“A fountain with tears for water. How strange!”\n she remembered saying aloud.\nJudy had never seen a real fountain. The thrill of", "wagon, grandparents—all had disappeared.”\n“How could they?” asked Lois.\n“Anyway,” Lorraine began, “you had a chance to\n see how beautiful everything was before—”", "Beside the steps were smaller fountains with the\n water spurting from the mouths of stone lions. Judy\n had stared at them a moment and then climbed the\n steps to the pool.", "Lorraine reminded her.\n“Didn’t I?” asked Judy. “I’d forgotten a lot of it,\n but it’s beginning to come back now. I do remember", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "tell me?” asked Lois. “We always used to go places\n together.”\n“It wasn’t important,” Lorraine replied evasively.\n “I was just out for a drive.”", "The Haunted Fountain\nCHAPTER I\nAn Unsolved Mystery\n“Tell Judy about it,” begged Lois. “Please, Lorraine,", "“Maybe not, but we can pretend we think they do,\n can’t we?” Judy replied a little uncertainly.\nShe was beginning to suspect that Lorraine knew", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "was a precious memory. Every summer Dr. Bolton\n and his wife relived it. And every summer Judy\n went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who", "“I certainly would,” Judy replied enthusiastically.\n “Do you recognize it, too?”\n“I think so,” Lois answered after studying a little\n more closely the picture they had found. “It looks", "yourself, most of them aren’t so impossible.”\n“Were they?” asked Lois.\nShe and Lorraine had listened to this much of what\n Judy was telling them without interruption.", "like the fountain on the Brandt estate.”\n“The department store Brandts?” Judy questioned.\n “Then my grandparents must have driven old Fanny\n all the way to Farringdon.”", "more.”\n“Wasn’t there anything more you wanted?” Lois\n asked.\n“Of course,” replied Judy. “There were lots more" ], [ "her. “Weren’t you crying on my picture up\n there in the attic?”\n“Then you—you\nare\nthe fountain!” Judy remembered", "“Now he thinks he’s a kitten,” laughed Judy.\n Pausing at still another door that led to the darker\n part of the attic, she turned and said mysteriously,", "removed. But there was still a door closing off the\n narrower stairs that led to the attic. Blackberry\n reached it first and yowled for Judy to open it.", "exclaimed. “If I could find it I’d wish—”\nA step had sounded on the stairs. Judy remembered\n it distinctly. She had turned to see her grandmother", "“Maybe not, but I’m beginning to get the shivers,”\n confessed Lois as she followed Judy to the sewing\n room at the top of the last flight of stairs.", "show up the spooks?”\n“I didn’t say the attic was haunted.”\nJudy was almost sorry she had mentioned it. She", "“Read,” Judy had told her. “Mom and Dad say\n you have a whole stack of old magazines—”\n“In the attic. Go up and look them over if you", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "that?”\n“I think now it was just to tease me. He did stop\n and wait for me after a while,” Judy remembered.\n “The rugs were gone. Grandma must have delivered", "“You have?” asked Judy. “Then maybe you’ve\n seen the one I’ve been telling you about. I think the\n picture of it is still in the attic. Come on up and I’ll", "surely come true,” the voice had repeated.\n“But what is there to cry about?”\n“You found plenty to cry about back at your\n grandmother’s house,” the mysterious voice had reminded", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "can stand the heat.”\nJudy went, not to look over the old magazines so\n much as to escape to a place where she could have a\n good cry. It was the summer before her fifteenth", "noise came from the floor above.\n“Come on. There’s nothing up here to be afraid\n of,” Judy urged her friends.", "The trip was a short one. In twenty minutes they\n had covered the distance that had seemed such a\n long way to Judy when she was riding in her grandfather’s\n wagon.", "was a precious memory. Every summer Dr. Bolton\n and his wife relived it. And every summer Judy\n went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who", "Judy continued. “All sorts of little cupids and gnomes\n peered out at me from unexpected places. I was\n actually scared by the time I reached the old tower.", "“A fountain with tears for water. How strange!”\n she remembered saying aloud.\nJudy had never seen a real fountain. The thrill of", "summer Judy found the picture of a fountain and\n spilled tears on it she had no kitten. She had nothing,\n she confessed, not even a friend. It had helped to", "the cat bounding ahead of them. In modernizing her\n grandparents’ house to suit her own and Peter’s\n tastes, Judy had seen to it that the old stair door was" ], [ "summer Judy found the picture of a fountain and\n spilled tears on it she had no kitten. She had nothing,\n she confessed, not even a friend. It had helped to", "can stand the heat.”\nJudy went, not to look over the old magazines so\n much as to escape to a place where she could have a\n good cry. It was the summer before her fifteenth", "he spent the summer Judy was remembering in Farringdon\n where the Farringdon-Petts had their turreted\n mansion, while she had to suffer the heat and", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "was a precious memory. Every summer Dr. Bolton\n and his wife relived it. And every summer Judy\n went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "had been a dream.”\n“A hammock?” Lois questioned. “Are you sure it\n wasn’t a flying carpet?”\n“No, it was a hammock all right,” Judy assured", "“Read,” Judy had told her. “Mom and Dad say\n you have a whole stack of old magazines—”\n“In the attic. Go up and look them over if you", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "“Of course,” agreed Judy. She put the magazine\n back in its place under the eaves and turned eagerly\n to her friends. “I do remember a road turning off", "Lorraine reminded her.\n“Didn’t I?” asked Judy. “I’d forgotten a lot of it,\n but it’s beginning to come back now. I do remember", "noise came from the floor above.\n“Come on. There’s nothing up here to be afraid\n of,” Judy urged her friends.", "came and spilled over on one of the magazines. As\n Judy wiped it away she noticed that it had fallen\n on a picture of a fountain.", "exclaimed. “If I could find it I’d wish—”\nA step had sounded on the stairs. Judy remembered\n it distinctly. She had turned to see her grandmother", "true that easily she’d be living in a castle. But would\n she?” Judy wondered. “When I first remember this\n house she was still burning kerosene lamps like those", "that?”\n“I think now it was just to tease me. He did stop\n and wait for me after a while,” Judy remembered.\n “The rugs were gone. Grandma must have delivered", "Beside the steps were smaller fountains with the\n water spurting from the mouths of stone lions. Judy\n had stared at them a moment and then climbed the\n steps to the pool.", "removed. But there was still a door closing off the\n narrower stairs that led to the attic. Blackberry\n reached it first and yowled for Judy to open it.", "that her parents left her every summer while they\n went off on a vacation by themselves. What did they\n think she would do?\n“You’ll have plenty to read,” her father had told", "her. “Weren’t you crying on my picture up\n there in the attic?”\n“Then you—you\nare\nthe fountain!” Judy remembered" ], [ "The trip was a short one. In twenty minutes they\n had covered the distance that had seemed such a\n long way to Judy when she was riding in her grandfather’s\n wagon.", "that?”\n“I think now it was just to tease me. He did stop\n and wait for me after a while,” Judy remembered.\n “The rugs were gone. Grandma must have delivered", "wagon.\n“I’ve been thinking about it,” she said, “and I’ve\n just about figured out how it happened. I didn’t\n think my grandparents knew the Brandts well enough", "to pay them a visit, though. We must have looked\n queer driving up to a beautiful estate in Grandpa’s\n old farm wagon. I do remember that Grandma had", "was a precious memory. Every summer Dr. Bolton\n and his wife relived it. And every summer Judy\n went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who", "exclaimed. “If I could find it I’d wish—”\nA step had sounded on the stairs. Judy remembered\n it distinctly. She had turned to see her grandmother", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "Lois laughed at this, but Judy was serious as she\n answered, “I was still little girl enough to think so\n at the time. I wandered around, growing very", "wagon, grandparents—all had disappeared.”\n“How could they?” asked Lois.\n“Anyway,” Lorraine began, “you had a chance to\n see how beautiful everything was before—”", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "“Oh, Judy! Don’t keep us in suspense any\n longer. What did you wish?”\n“Patience,” Judy said with a smile. “I’m coming\n to that.”", "There wasn’t time to explore it. Just then I heard\n the rumble of my grandfather’s wagon and knew he\n was driving off without me.”", "like the fountain on the Brandt estate.”\n“The department store Brandts?” Judy questioned.\n “Then my grandparents must have driven old Fanny\n all the way to Farringdon.”", "“That,” declared Judy, “was my brother Horace,\n not me. He was the hero without even meaning to\n be. He was the one who rode through town and", "“Of course,” agreed Judy. She put the magazine\n back in its place under the eaves and turned eagerly\n to her friends. “I do remember a road turning off", "“It looks grim all right,” agreed Judy. “I wonder\n what it is.”\n“I suppose it’s nothing but an old water tower. It", "and Judy hadn’t noticed her old eyes twinkling\n behind her glasses. “What do you propose to do with\n yourself this time?”", "more.”\n“Wasn’t there anything more you wanted?” Lois\n asked.\n“Of course,” replied Judy. “There were lots more", "“That’s the unsolved mystery,” Judy replied.\n “There weren’t any of them impossible.”\nAnd she went on to tell them how, the very next", "you see on that high shelf by the window. I think\n she and Grandpa like the way they lived without\n any modern conveniences or anything.”" ], [ "of ours, don’t you?” asked Lorraine.\n“I don’t know what to think. You’re the one who\n seems to know the answers, but you’re not telling.", "Lorraine’s hand under the table. “Don’t you think\n sisters should tell each other their problems, Judy?”\n“Honey and I always do,” she replied “but then", "“Don’t you trust him now?” Judy asked.\nAfterwards she was sorry for the interruption. Lois\n and Judy both questioned Lorraine, but that was all", "“Well, you know what your grandmother said\n about wishes, don’t you?” Lorraine asked. “If you\n let people know about them instead of muttering", "“Oh, Judy! Don’t keep us in suspense any\n longer. What did you wish?”\n“Patience,” Judy said with a smile. “I’m coming\n to that.”", "Now Judy did remember. It was something she\n would have preferred to forget. She liked to think\n she was a good judge of character, and she had taken", "“Every one of them,” Judy agreed, “even the one\n about the sister. You see, it wasn’t a baby sister I\n wanted. It was a sister near my own age. That", "most of his hair.\n“What’s the matter with you two?” asked Lois\n when the car had passed. “Aren’t you a little old for\n playing hide and seek?”", "“Maybe not, but we can pretend we think they do,\n can’t we?” Judy replied a little uncertainly.\nShe was beginning to suspect that Lorraine knew", "“That’s the unsolved mystery,” Judy replied.\n “There weren’t any of them impossible.”\nAnd she went on to tell them how, the very next", "yourself, most of them aren’t so impossible.”\n“Were they?” asked Lois.\nShe and Lorraine had listened to this much of what\n Judy was telling them without interruption.", "seemed impossible at the time, but the future did\n hold a sister for me.”\n“It held one for me, too,” Lois said, squeezing", "wasn’t in the mood for digging up old mysteries,\n but Lois and Lorraine insisted. It all began, she finally\n told them, the summer before they met. Horace", "more about the Brandt estate than she was telling.\nLois kept on driving along the narrow, gravelly\n road. Soon there were more evergreens and a hedge", "“Yes, yes. Go on,” entreated Lois. “I didn’t dream\n you’d kept anything that exciting a secret. Why didn’t\n you try to solve the mystery?”", "and to hear her say in her usual abrupt fashion,\n “Enchanted fountain, indeed! If you let people\n know your wishes instead of muttering them to", "“Not quite all the way,” Lorraine objected. “The\n Brandts own that stretch of woods just before you\n come into the city. You’ve passed it lots of times.”", "think of others that my wishes started to come true.”\n“But what were they?” Lois insisted.\nLorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful.", "her, laughing. “It was hung between two trees in a\n beautiful garden all enclosed in rose trellises thick\n with roses. Did I tell you it was June?”\n“All the year around?”", "“Now he thinks he’s a kitten,” laughed Judy.\n Pausing at still another door that led to the darker\n part of the attic, she turned and said mysteriously," ], [ "As Lois swerved to avoid the oncoming car, Lorraine\n ducked her head. She kept herself hidden behind\n Judy until the car had passed. The man driving", "in Lorraine’s face as she gazed at a picture of one of\n the fountains and then said in a tight little voice, “It\n is. It’s the very same one.”", "strangest thing of all was the fountain itself.”\n“Why?” asked Lorraine. “Do you still think it was\n enchanted?”", "tell me?” asked Lois. “We always used to go places\n together.”\n“It wasn’t important,” Lorraine replied evasively.\n “I was just out for a drive.”", "“Not quite all the way,” Lorraine objected. “The\n Brandts own that stretch of woods just before you\n come into the city. You’ve passed it lots of times.”", "sure it isn’t now. Let’s go,” Lorraine said suddenly\n to Lois. Judy knew she was suggesting a fast trip home.\n But, apparently, Lois did not understand it that way.", "the way to the house which, she said, was just over\n the hilltop. They were to park the car where no\n one would see it and follow the path to the fountain.", "show you.”\nLois and Lorraine had finished their dessert while\n Judy was telling them the story of the fountain.\n Somehow, she wasn’t hungry for hers. She had", "suggested daringly. “Come on!” she urged her friends\n as Lois parked the car in a cleared place beside the\n road. “Who’s going to stop us? And who wants to", "If she did, she pretended not to.\n“Where?” she asked. “To the fountain? I’d love\n to, wouldn’t you, Judy?”", "most of his hair.\n“What’s the matter with you two?” asked Lois\n when the car had passed. “Aren’t you a little old for\n playing hide and seek?”", "for a friend when I met you, Lois. It did seem\n impossible for us to be friends at first, didn’t it? Lorraine\n was your friend.”", "“Maybe not, but we can pretend we think they do,\n can’t we?” Judy replied a little uncertainly.\nShe was beginning to suspect that Lorraine knew", "Again Lois laughed. But Lorraine said abruptly,\n “Let’s not talk about rose gardens in June. It’s a long\n way from June to December.”", "Lorraine was not too enthusiastic about the proposed\n trip to the Brandt estate. Finally she agreed to\n it under one condition. They were not to drive all", "“I did make trouble for you,” Lorraine remembered.\n “It was all because of my foolish jealousy.”\n“It was nothing compared to the trouble caused by", "“There’s the tower!” Lorraine exclaimed. “I can\n see it over to the left. It looks like something out of\n Grimm’s Fairy Tales, doesn’t it?”", "could have cost lives. I should have told Arthur.”\n“Please,” Lorraine said, a pained expression clouding\n her pretty face, “let’s not talk about him now.”", "explore a gloomy old tower, anyway? Let’s look for\n the fountain.”\n“Do you think we should?” Lorraine asked. “It", "looks as if we’re planning a crime,” Lois said as they\n started off in the blue car she was driving.\nIt was a neat little car, not too conspicuous, and" ], [ "As Lois swerved to avoid the oncoming car, Lorraine\n ducked her head. She kept herself hidden behind\n Judy until the car had passed. The man driving", "suggested daringly. “Come on!” she urged her friends\n as Lois parked the car in a cleared place beside the\n road. “Who’s going to stop us? And who wants to", "looks as if we’re planning a crime,” Lois said as they\n started off in the blue car she was driving.\nIt was a neat little car, not too conspicuous, and", "tell me?” asked Lois. “We always used to go places\n together.”\n“It wasn’t important,” Lorraine replied evasively.\n “I was just out for a drive.”", "estates without an invitation. That’s all.”\n“I’d better turn the car around,” Lois decided,\n “in case we have to leave in a hurry. I don’t expect", "Lois said impatiently. “Are we going to look\n for it, or aren’t we?”\n“Of course we are. That’s what we came for. I", "most of his hair.\n“What’s the matter with you two?” asked Lois\n when the car had passed. “Aren’t you a little old for\n playing hide and seek?”", "sure it isn’t now. Let’s go,” Lorraine said suddenly\n to Lois. Judy knew she was suggesting a fast trip home.\n But, apparently, Lois did not understand it that way.", "“Yes, yes. Go on,” entreated Lois. “I didn’t dream\n you’d kept anything that exciting a secret. Why didn’t\n you try to solve the mystery?”", "think of others that my wishes started to come true.”\n“But what were they?” Lois insisted.\nLorraine seemed unusually quiet and thoughtful.", "said in a mysterious whisper.\nCHAPTER II\nIf Wishes Came True\n“Did you?” Lois interrupted the story to ask excitedly.", "“If wishes came true I’d like to turn it back a little\n myself,” Lorraine began. “It would be nice if things\n were the way they used to be when I trusted\n Arthur—”", "But then she didn’t even know Lois. She had no\n idea so many thrilling adventures awaited her. There\n seemed to be nothing—nothing—and so the tears", "took?”\n“Why don’t we take it ourselves and find out?”\n Lois suggested.\nCHAPTER III\nA Strange Encounter", "“Very well,” Judy agreed. “What shall we talk\n about?”\n“You,” Lois said, “and all the mysteries you’ve\n solved. Maybe you were mistaken about a thing or", "“I certainly would,” Judy replied enthusiastically.\n “Do you recognize it, too?”\n“I think so,” Lois answered after studying a little\n more closely the picture they had found. “It looks", "“He’ll remember he’s a cat fast enough if there\n are any mice up there,” Lois said with a giggle.\nLeaving the table, they all started upstairs with", "wagon, grandparents—all had disappeared.”\n“How could they?” asked Lois.\n“Anyway,” Lorraine began, “you had a chance to\n see how beautiful everything was before—”", "for a friend when I met you, Lois. It did seem\n impossible for us to be friends at first, didn’t it? Lorraine\n was your friend.”", "yourself, most of them aren’t so impossible.”\n“Were they?” asked Lois.\nShe and Lorraine had listened to this much of what\n Judy was telling them without interruption." ] ]

[ "Why are they hunting the farn beast?", "How does Ri feel about Extrone?", "How does Mia feel about Extrone?", "Why are Ri and Mia afraid of Extrone?", "How does Lin feel about Extrone?", "If Mia is wealthy enough to buy half the planet why is he Extrone's guide?", "Who is Extrone?", "Why doesn't Extrone shoot the farn beasts?", "Why isn't Extrone afraid of the aliens?" ]

[ [ "This is a vacation hunting trip for Extrone.", "They are hunting the farn beasts because farn beasts are dangerous.", "Farn beasts are dangerous creatures that must be eliminated.", "Farn beasts are delicious." ], [ "Ri thinks Extrone is the kind of ruler the system needs.", "Ri hates Extrone and is planning on killing him at the first opportunity.", "Ri is frightened that Extrone is going to kill him.", "Ri is frightened of Extrone, but he doesn't think Extrone will kill him." ], [ "Mia is frightened of Extrone, but he doesn't think Extrone will kill him.", "Mia hates Extrone and is planning on killing him at the first opportunity.", "Mia is frightened that Extrone is going to kill him.", "Mia thinks Extrone is the kind of ruler the system needs." ], [ "Extrone is a ruthless and powerful overlord.", "Extrone is an evil, hulking demon.", "Extrone has immense power and can kill them with just a look.", "Extrone is four times their size." ], [ "Mia is frightened of Extrone, but he doesn't think Extrone will kill him.", "Lin hates Extrone and is planning on killing him at the first opportunity.", "Lin thinks Extrone is the kind of ruler the system needs.", "Lin is frightened that Extrone is going to kill him." ], [ "Extrone threatened to kill Mia's family if Mia didn't act as his guide.", "Extrone found out Mia had hunted farn beasts previously and demanded Mia act as his guide.", "Extrone kidnapped Mia, and is forcing Mia to act as his guide.", "Extrone is the sovereign, everyone must do as Extrone commands." ], [ "Extrone is the leader of the Ninth Fleet.", "Extrone is an evil warlord.", "Extrone is the ruler of this system.", "Extrone is the leader of the rebellion." ], [ "Extrone wants to watch the farn beasts kill Ri.", "Extrone wants to capture the farn beasts alive.", "Extrone doesn't shoot as he is paralyzed with fear at the sight of the farn beasts.", "Extrone doesn't shoot because he is afraid he will hit Ri instead of the farn beasts." ], [ "Extrone believes the aliens are inferior and incapable of launching a successful attack against him.", "Extrone is confident his armed forces will destroy the aliens before they are able to attack him.", "Extrone believes himself to be untouchable.", "The Ninth Fleet is the most decorated and undefeated force. They can protect Extrone from the aliens." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Killing?\"\n\n\n \"Hunting,\" Extrone repeated harshly.\nThe farn beast coughed. Another answered. They were very near, and\n there was a noise of crackling underbrush.", "\"... It's the only thing I know anything about. The farn beast, as I\n was saying, sir, is the particular enemy of men. Or if you like, of\n aliens. Sir.\"", "This time, the coughing roar was more distant, but distinct.\n\n\n \"It is!\" Ri said. \"It's a farn beast, all right!\"", "\"We ... located signs of the farn beast, sir. To the east.\"\n\n\n Extrone nodded. After a moment he said, \"You killed one, I believe, on\nyour\ntrip?\"", "The lead farn beast sighted Ri. It lowered its head.\n\n\n \"Look!\" Extrone cried excitedly. \"Here it comes!\"\n\n\n Ri began to scream again.", "him\n. And besides,\n why would he want to do that? It wouldn't do any good to shoot us. Too\n many people already know about the farn beasts. You said that yourself.\"", "\"But it's not only the killing. It's the waiting, too.\"\n\n\n The farn beast coughed again; nearer.\n\n\n \"It's a different one,\" Lin said.", "\"You were, I believe, the first ever to kill a farn beast?\" he said.", "\"We don't want to get too near,\" Ri said after toiling through the\n forest for many minutes. \"Without guns, we don't want to get near\n enough for the farn beast to charge us.\"", "\"Perhaps I'm envious of your reputation as a hunter. You see, I have\n never killed a farn beast. In fact, I haven't\nseen\na farn beast.\"", "Extrone nodded genially. \"The farn beast hunter, eh?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "\"You will scream,\" Extrone instructed. With his rifle, he pointed\n across the water hole. \"The farn beast will come from this direction, I\n imagine.\"\n\n\n Ri was almost slobbering in fear.", "Lin waited.\n\n\n \"Now I can spit on them, which pleases me.\"\n\n\n \"The farn beasts are dangerous, sir,\" Lin said.", "\"I wish to God I'd never heard of a farn beast,\" Ri said. \"At least,", "\"All right,\" Extrone said, annoyed. \"I'll be careful.\"\n\n\n In the distance, a farn beast coughed.", "The farn beast, its tiny eyes red with hate, stepped out on the bank,\n swinging its head wildly, its nostrils flaring in anger. It coughed.", "The farn beast, somewhere beyond a ragged clump of bushes, coughed.\n Extrone clenched the blast rifle convulsively.\n\n\n The farn beast coughed again, more distant this time.", "The farn beast plunged into the water, which was shallow, and, throwing\n a sheet of it to either side, headed across toward Ri.\n\n\n \"Watch! Watch!\" Extrone cried gleefully.", "\"We didn't have a chance,\" Mia objected. \"Everybody and his brother had\n heard the rumor that farn beasts were somewhere around here. It wasn't\n our fault Extrone found out.\"", "And to Mia, \"God almighty, he was getting mad.\" He ran a hand under his\n collar. \"It's a good thing that farn beast sounded off when it did. I'd" ], [ "\"Yes, sir.\nKnow\nyou and love you, sir,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Get out!\" Extrone said.\n\"It's frightening,\" Ri said, \"to be that close to him.\"", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Ri said. Suddenly he threw back his head. \"Listen!\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said.", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "Ri shifted. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone held back the flap of the tent. \"Won't you come in?\" he asked\n without any politeness whatever.", "\"Let me hear you scream,\" Extrone said.\n\n\n Ri moaned weakly.", "\"You will scream,\" Extrone instructed. With his rifle, he pointed\n across the water hole. \"The farn beast will come from this direction, I\n imagine.\"\n\n\n Ri was almost slobbering in fear.", "Ri had stopped screaming; he was huddled against the tree, fearfully\n eying the forest across from the watering hole.\n\n\n Extrone began to tremble with excitement. \"Here they come!\"", "Ri rubbed his hands along his thighs; he sighed, a tiny sound,\n ineffectual. He followed Lin beyond an outcropping of shale to where\n Extrone was seated, petting his rifle.", "\"You two scout ahead,\" Extrone said. \"See if you can pick up some\n tracks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" Ri said, and instantly the two of them readjusted their\n shoulder straps and started off.", "\"Of\ncourse\nyou will,\" Extrone said genially. \"Get me a rope, Lin. A\n good, long, strong rope.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" Ri asked, terrified.", "\"You'll have to do better than that.\" Extrone inclined his head toward\n a bearer, who used something Ri couldn't see.\nRi screamed.", "\"Of course,\" Extrone said dryly. \"Like all of my subjects,\" he waved\n his hand in a broad gesture, \"the highest as well as the lowest slave,\n know me and love me. I know your intentions were the best.\"", "Extrone smiled, almost pointed teeth showing through the beard. \"I'm\n glad we won't have to cross the ridge.\"\n\n\n Ri wiped his forehead on the back of his sleeve. \"Yes, sir.\"", "Ri was greenish. \"You ... you....\"\n\n\n Extrone turned to Lin. \"Tie one end around his waist.\"", "The lead farn beast sighted Ri. It lowered its head.\n\n\n \"Look!\" Extrone cried excitedly. \"Here it comes!\"\n\n\n Ri began to scream again.", "Looking down, Extrone said, \"Scream!\" Then, to Lin, \"You feel the\n excitement? It's always in the air like this at a hunt.\"\n\n\n \"I feel it,\" Lin said.", "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"" ], [ "There was perspiration on Ri's upper lip.\n\n\n \"\nI\ndidn't tell Extrone, if that's what you're thinking,\" Mia said.", "\"Of course,\" Extrone said dryly. \"Like all of my subjects,\" he waved\n his hand in a broad gesture, \"the highest as well as the lowest slave,\n know me and love me. I know your intentions were the best.\"", "\"Yes, sir.\nKnow\nyou and love you, sir,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Get out!\" Extrone said.\n\"It's frightening,\" Ri said, \"to be that close to him.\"", "Looking down, Extrone said, \"Scream!\" Then, to Lin, \"You feel the\n excitement? It's always in the air like this at a hunt.\"\n\n\n \"I feel it,\" Lin said.", "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"", "\"We didn't have a chance,\" Mia objected. \"Everybody and his brother had\n heard the rumor that farn beasts were somewhere around here. It wasn't\n our fault Extrone found out.\"", "\"It makes you think,\" Mia added. He twitched. \"I'm afraid. I'm afraid", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "Mia shook perspiration out of his eyes. \"We should have shot our pilot,\n too. That was our mistake. The pilot must have been the one who told\n Extrone we'd hunted this area.\"", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "He crossed to Mia, who, along with him, had been pressed into Extrone's\n party as guides. Once more, Ri addressed the bearers, \"Be quick, now!\"", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "\"Let me hear you scream,\" Extrone said.\n\n\n Ri moaned weakly.", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "\"Damn,\" Extrone muttered. His face twisted in anger. \"It better be\n important.\" He took the head-set and mike and nodded to the bearer. The\n bearer twiddled the dials.", "Extrone pursed his lips. \"It wouldn't have been very considerate of you\n to—But, still, you gained valuable experience. I'm glad you agreed to\n come along as my guide.\"", "\"You're wrong. He's not like that. I know you're wrong.\"\n\n\n Mia smiled twistedly. \"How many has he already killed? How can we even\n guess?\"", "\"Extrone. Eh?... Oh, you got their ship. Well, why in hell bother\n me?... All right, so they found out I was here. You got them, didn't\n you?\"", "Extrone's eyes lit with passion.\n\n\n Lin's face was red with heat and grimy with sweat. \"There were two, I\n think.\"" ], [ "\"Yes, sir.\nKnow\nyou and love you, sir,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Get out!\" Extrone said.\n\"It's frightening,\" Ri said, \"to be that close to him.\"", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "Ri glanced nervously around the tent, his sharp eyes avoiding Extrone's\n glittering ones. \"Few people have seen them, sir.\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "There was perspiration on Ri's upper lip.\n\n\n \"\nI\ndidn't tell Extrone, if that's what you're thinking,\" Mia said.", "\"You will scream,\" Extrone instructed. With his rifle, he pointed\n across the water hole. \"The farn beast will come from this direction, I\n imagine.\"\n\n\n Ri was almost slobbering in fear.", "Ri had stopped screaming; he was huddled against the tree, fearfully\n eying the forest across from the watering hole.\n\n\n Extrone began to tremble with excitement. \"Here they come!\"", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Ri said. Suddenly he threw back his head. \"Listen!\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said.", "He crossed to Mia, who, along with him, had been pressed into Extrone's\n party as guides. Once more, Ri addressed the bearers, \"Be quick, now!\"", "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"", "\"Of\ncourse\nyou will,\" Extrone said genially. \"Get me a rope, Lin. A\n good, long, strong rope.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" Ri asked, terrified.", "\"We didn't have a chance,\" Mia objected. \"Everybody and his brother had\n heard the rumor that farn beasts were somewhere around here. It wasn't\n our fault Extrone found out.\"", "The lead farn beast sighted Ri. It lowered its head.\n\n\n \"Look!\" Extrone cried excitedly. \"Here it comes!\"\n\n\n Ri began to scream again.", "\"You'll have to do better than that.\" Extrone inclined his head toward\n a bearer, who used something Ri couldn't see.\nRi screamed.", "\"No,\" Ri said stubbornly.\n\n\n \"He can say anything,\" Mia insisted. \"He can make people believe\n anything. Whatever he says. There's no way to check on it.\"", "\"You two scout ahead,\" Extrone said. \"See if you can pick up some\n tracks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" Ri said, and instantly the two of them readjusted their\n shoulder straps and started off.", "Mia glanced suspiciously around him at the shadows. \"You begin to\n understand a lot of things, after seeing him.\"\n\n\n Ri picked nervously at the cover of his sleeping bag.", "\"Let me hear you scream,\" Extrone said.\n\n\n Ri moaned weakly.", "\"It makes you think,\" Mia added. He twitched. \"I'm afraid. I'm afraid" ], [ "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"", "Looking down, Extrone said, \"Scream!\" Then, to Lin, \"You feel the\n excitement? It's always in the air like this at a hunt.\"\n\n\n \"I feel it,\" Lin said.", "\"You understand?\" Extrone said. \"How it is to wait, knowing in just a\n minute something is going to come out of the forest, and you're going\n to kill it?\"\n\n\n \"I know,\" Lin said.", "Extrone ate hugely, with none of the delicacy sometimes affected in his\n conversational gestures. When he had finished, he washed his mouth with\n water and spat on the ground.\n\n\n \"Lin!\" he said.", "Extrone laughed. \"This is enough.\" He gestured with the rifle and stood\n up.\n\n\n \"I wish you had let me bring a gun along, sir,\" Lin said.", "Extrone's eyes lit with passion.\n\n\n Lin's face was red with heat and grimy with sweat. \"There were two, I\n think.\"", "Extrone's eyes narrowed, and he began to pet the gun stock with quick,\n jerky movements. Lin licked his lips, keeping his eyes on Extrone's", "Lin shifted, staring toward the forest.\n\n\n \"I've always liked to hunt,\" Extrone said. \"More than anything else, I\n think.\"", "Extrone laughed nervously. \"He must have heard.\"\n\n\n \"We're lucky to rouse one so fast,\" Lin said.", "\"See that you keep it up that way,\" Extrone said. \"That's the way I\n want you to sound.\" He turned toward Lin. \"We can climb this tree, I\n think.\"", "Lin smiled, his eyes suddenly afire with the excitement of the hunt.\nFour hours later, they were well into the scrub forest. Extrone walked", "\"They're moving away,\" Lin said.\n\n\n \"Damn!\" Extrone said.", "Extrone dug his boot cleats into the tree, braced himself. \"I like\n this. There's more excitement in waiting like this than in anything I\n know.\"\n\n\n Lin nodded.", "\"Of\ncourse\nyou will,\" Extrone said genially. \"Get me a rope, Lin. A\n good, long, strong rope.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" Ri asked, terrified.", "Extrone pushed the table away. He smacked his lips wetly. \"Very\n ludicrous, Lin. Have you noticed that I have two businessmen for", "Lin, returning to the column, threaded his way among reclining\n bearers. He stopped before Extrone and tossed his hair out of his eyes.", "Ri rubbed his hands along his thighs; he sighed, a tiny sound,\n ineffectual. He followed Lin beyond an outcropping of shale to where\n Extrone was seated, petting his rifle.", "\"Yes, sir. That's him. That's him, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone aimed carefully and fired, full charge, then lowered the rifle\n and said, \"Here comes Lin with the rope, I see.\"", "Lin spat toward the ground. \"People should hunt because they have to.\n For food. For safety.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" Extrone argued. \"People should hunt for the love of hunting.\"", "They went a good distance through the forest, Extrone becoming more\n alert with each additional foot. Finally, Lin stopped him with a\n restraining hand. \"They may be quite a way ahead. Hadn't we ought to\n bring up the column?\"" ], [ "it. I could buy half this planet, and he makes me his guide—at less\n than I pay my secretary.\"", "then, I wouldn't be one of his guides. Why didn't he hire somebody\n else?\"\nMia looked at his companion. He spat. \"What hurts most, he pays us for", "Extrone's lip twisted in wry amusement. \"If I had waited until it was\n safe for me to hunt on an alien planet, I would not have been able to\n find such an illustrious guide.\"", "He crossed to Mia, who, along with him, had been pressed into Extrone's\n party as guides. Once more, Ri addressed the bearers, \"Be quick, now!\"", "\"We didn't have a chance,\" Mia objected. \"Everybody and his brother had\n heard the rumor that farn beasts were somewhere around here. It wasn't\n our fault Extrone found out.\"", "Mia shook perspiration out of his eyes. \"We should have shot our pilot,\n too. That was our mistake. The pilot must have been the one who told\n Extrone we'd hunted this area.\"", "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "Extrone pursed his lips. \"It wouldn't have been very considerate of you\n to—But, still, you gained valuable experience. I'm glad you agreed to\n come along as my guide.\"", "\"So?\" Extrone mocked.\n\n\n \"We thought you ought to return to a safer planet, sir. Until we could\n locate and destroy it.\"", "\"Of course,\" Extrone said dryly. \"Like all of my subjects,\" he waved\n his hand in a broad gesture, \"the highest as well as the lowest slave,\n know me and love me. I know your intentions were the best.\"", "\"Extrone. Eh?... Oh, you got their ship. Well, why in hell bother\n me?... All right, so they found out I was here. You got them, didn't\n you?\"", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "\"... I'm flattered, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Of course,\" Extrone said. \"But you should have spoken to me about it,\n when you discovered the farn beast in our own system.\"", "\"You two scout ahead,\" Extrone said. \"See if you can pick up some\n tracks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" Ri said, and instantly the two of them readjusted their\n shoulder straps and started off.", "\"After Extrone said he'd hunt farn beasts, even if it meant going to\n the alien system? Listen, you don't know.... Wait a minute.\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "Mia glanced nervously over his shoulder. \"It's that damned pilot's\n fault for setting us down on this side. I told him it was the other\n side. I told him so.\"\n\n\n Ri shrugged hopelessly.", "There was perspiration on Ri's upper lip.\n\n\n \"\nI\ndidn't tell Extrone, if that's what you're thinking,\" Mia said.", "Extrone cut off our trade with the aliens. Partly to keep them from\n learning that he was getting ready to invade them, but more to keep\n them from exposing\nhim", "\"Of course you did,\" Extrone said, lazily tracing the crease of his\n sleeve with his forefinger. \"I imagine these are the only farn beasts\n in our system.\"" ], [ "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"Of course,\" Extrone said dryly. \"Like all of my subjects,\" he waved\n his hand in a broad gesture, \"the highest as well as the lowest slave,\n know me and love me. I know your intentions were the best.\"", "\"You don't seem to see what I mean,\" Extrone said. \"\nWe\nwon't be\n the—ah—the bait.\"\n\n\n \"Oh?\"", "\"Extrone. Eh?... Oh, you got their ship. Well, why in hell bother\n me?... All right, so they found out I was here. You got them, didn't\n you?\"", "Extrone stared at them for a space. Then, indifferently, he turned\n away, in the direction of a resting bearer. \"You!\" he said. \"Hey! Bring", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "\"Sir?\" Ri said, hurrying toward him in the gathering darkness.\n\n\n \"Eh?\" Extrone said, turning, startled. \"Oh, you. Well?\"", "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "\"Yes, sir.\nKnow\nyou and love you, sir,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Get out!\" Extrone said.\n\"It's frightening,\" Ri said, \"to be that close to him.\"", "Extrone ate hugely, with none of the delicacy sometimes affected in his\n conversational gestures. When he had finished, he washed his mouth with\n water and spat on the ground.\n\n\n \"Lin!\" he said.", "Ri squirmed, his face pale. \"We do indeed love you, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone bent forward. \"\nKnow\nme and love me.\"", "\"What in hell do you want?\" Extrone asked.\n\n\n They stopped a respectful distance away. \"Sir....\" one began.", "\"Of\ncourse\nyou will,\" Extrone said genially. \"Get me a rope, Lin. A\n good, long, strong rope.\"\n\n\n \"What are you going to do?\" Ri asked, terrified.", "\"Hey!\" Extrone shouted. \"You, down there. There are two coming. Now\n let's hear you really scream!\"", "\"You will scream,\" Extrone instructed. With his rifle, he pointed\n across the water hole. \"The farn beast will come from this direction, I\n imagine.\"\n\n\n Ri was almost slobbering in fear.", "\"Damn,\" Extrone muttered. His face twisted in anger. \"It better be\n important.\" He took the head-set and mike and nodded to the bearer. The\n bearer twiddled the dials.", "Extrone nodded genially. \"The farn beast hunter, eh?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "\"He's good bait,\" Extrone said. \"He's fat enough and he knows how to\n scream good.\"", "\"You'll be safe,\" Extrone said, studying his face with amusement. \"I'll\n shoot the animal before it reaches you.\"" ], [ "\"Killing?\"\n\n\n \"Hunting,\" Extrone repeated harshly.\nThe farn beast coughed. Another answered. They were very near, and\n there was a noise of crackling underbrush.", "him\n. And besides,\n why would he want to do that? It wouldn't do any good to shoot us. Too\n many people already know about the farn beasts. You said that yourself.\"", "Still Extrone did not lift his blast rifle. He was laughing. Lin\n waited, frozen, his eyes staring at the farn beast in fascination.", "\"All right,\" Extrone said, annoyed. \"I'll be careful.\"\n\n\n In the distance, a farn beast coughed.", "\"You will scream,\" Extrone instructed. With his rifle, he pointed\n across the water hole. \"The farn beast will come from this direction, I\n imagine.\"\n\n\n Ri was almost slobbering in fear.", "\"Of course you did,\" Extrone said, lazily tracing the crease of his\n sleeve with his forefinger. \"I imagine these are the only farn beasts\n in our system.\"", "\"After Extrone said he'd hunt farn beasts, even if it meant going to\n the alien system? Listen, you don't know.... Wait a minute.\"", "\"We didn't have a chance,\" Mia objected. \"Everybody and his brother had\n heard the rumor that farn beasts were somewhere around here. It wasn't\n our fault Extrone found out.\"", "\"You'll be safe,\" Extrone said, studying his face with amusement. \"I'll\n shoot the animal before it reaches you.\"", "The lead farn beast sighted Ri. It lowered its head.\n\n\n \"Look!\" Extrone cried excitedly. \"Here it comes!\"\n\n\n Ri began to scream again.", "\"... It's the only thing I know anything about. The farn beast, as I\n was saying, sir, is the particular enemy of men. Or if you like, of\n aliens. Sir.\"", "\"We don't want to get too near,\" Ri said after toiling through the\n forest for many minutes. \"Without guns, we don't want to get near\n enough for the farn beast to charge us.\"", "Extrone nodded genially. \"The farn beast hunter, eh?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "\"... I'm flattered, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Of course,\" Extrone said. \"But you should have spoken to me about it,\n when you discovered the farn beast in our own system.\"", "\"We ... located signs of the farn beast, sir. To the east.\"\n\n\n Extrone nodded. After a moment he said, \"You killed one, I believe, on\nyour\ntrip?\"", "The farn beast, somewhere beyond a ragged clump of bushes, coughed.\n Extrone clenched the blast rifle convulsively.\n\n\n The farn beast coughed again, more distant this time.", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "Lin waited.\n\n\n \"Now I can spit on them, which pleases me.\"\n\n\n \"The farn beasts are dangerous, sir,\" Lin said.", "\"Wait,\" Extrone said. \"Let's see what they do.\" He had not moved\n the rifle. He was tense, bent forward, his eyes slitted, his breath\n beginning to sound like an asthmatic pump.", "Extrone's lip twisted in wry amusement. \"If I had waited until it was\n safe for me to hunt on an alien planet, I would not have been able to\n find such an illustrious guide.\"" ], [ "\"Damned few people would dare go as far as you do,\" Extrone said. \"But\n you're afraid of me, too, in your own way, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Lin shrugged. \"Maybe.\"", "\"Oh?\" Extrone questioned mildly. \"I wouldn't say that. I understand\n that the aliens hunt them quite extensively ... on some of their\n planets.\"\n\n\n \"I meant in our system, sir.\"", "Extrone's lip twisted in wry amusement. \"If I had waited until it was\n safe for me to hunt on an alien planet, I would not have been able to\n find such an illustrious guide.\"", "\"Extrone. Eh?... Oh, you got their ship. Well, why in hell bother\n me?... All right, so they found out I was here. You got them, didn't\n you?\"", "Extrone cut off our trade with the aliens. Partly to keep them from\n learning that he was getting ready to invade them, but more to keep\n them from exposing\nhim", "Ri waited uneasily, not answering.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Extrone said, \"I imagine they are. It would have been a shame if\n you had killed the last one. Don't you think so?\"", "\"There's not enough difference between us to matter, sir. Of tearing an\n alien to pieces, sir.\"\n\n\n Extrone laughed harshly. \"It's 'sir' whenever you contradict me?\"", "Still Extrone did not lift his blast rifle. He was laughing. Lin\n waited, frozen, his eyes staring at the farn beast in fascination.", "\"You don't seem to see what I mean,\" Extrone said. \"\nWe\nwon't be\n the—ah—the bait.\"\n\n\n \"Oh?\"", "\"After Extrone said he'd hunt farn beasts, even if it meant going to\n the alien system? Listen, you don't know.... Wait a minute.\"", "\"They have very long, sharp fangs, and, when enraged, are capable of\n tearing a man—\"\n\n\n \"An alien?\" Extrone corrected.", "\"Of course you did,\" Extrone said, lazily tracing the crease of his\n sleeve with his forefinger. \"I imagine these are the only farn beasts\n in our system.\"", "\"Yes, sir.\nKnow\nyou and love you, sir,\" Ri said.\n\n\n \"Get out!\" Extrone said.\n\"It's frightening,\" Ri said, \"to be that close to him.\"", "Extrone plucked at his right ear lobe, half closing his eyes. \"You'll\n lose a fleet before you'll dare let anything happen to me, gentlemen.\n I'm quite safe here, I think.\"", "\"You'll be safe,\" Extrone said, studying his face with amusement. \"I'll\n shoot the animal before it reaches you.\"", "\"No, sir. No, because....\"\n\n\n Extrone was smiling innocently. \"Good. I want you to do something for\n me.\"", "\"What in hell do you want?\" Extrone asked.\n\n\n They stopped a respectful distance away. \"Sir....\" one began.", "Extrone said, \"Which one is he?\"\n\n\n \"That one. Right over there.\"\n\n\n \"The one with his back to me?\"", "\"So?\" Extrone mocked.\n\n\n \"We thought you ought to return to a safer planet, sir. Until we could\n locate and destroy it.\"", "Extrone toyed with his beard. \"About a year ago, gentlemen, there was\n an alien ship around here then, wasn't there? And you destroyed it,\n didn't you?\"" ] ]

[ "Who is the most hated celebrity of 1999?", "What was the best movie of 1999?", "Who died in 1999?", "What does Charrerbox think is the most important thing that happened in 1999?", "Where does Chatterbox think world policing was effective?", "What does the Dalai Lama think is the most important thing in the world?", "What caused increased attention to the Women's World Cup in Soccer?", "What did Kurt Schmoke try to do in 1988?", "Who was the most shameless in 1999?" ]

[ [ "Larry Flynt", "Donald Trump", "Bob Livingston", "Linda Tripp" ], [ "All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go", "The Red Violin", "There's Something About Mary", "The Road Not Taken" ], [ "Jim Landau", "Mel Torme", "Susan Hoechstetter", "Thomas Harris" ], [ "The Senate endorsed nuclear proliferation.", "More than half of US homes had a personal computer.", "Susan Lucci finally won an Emmy.", "A sitting president was accused of rape." ], [ "Haiti", "Kosovo", "Bosnia", "Rwanda" ], [ "Happiness", "Impermanence", "Mindfulness", "Meditation" ], [ "Sports bras", "Cheating", "Trans players", "Steroid use" ], [ "He tried to get elected as governor of Texas.", "He tried to impeach Clinton.", "He tried to win the Stanley Cup.", "He tried to end drug prohibition." ], [ "Stanley Kubrick", "Arlen Specter", "JFK Jr.", "Bill Clinton" ] ]

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[ [ "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "In 1999, more than", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "--Jim Chapin \n\n \n\n 3. Worst/Best Films of 1999", "--Mike Gebert \n\n \n\n 7 . Children Behaving Badly in 1999", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "5. Rest in Peace in 1999: \n\n \n\n Stanley Kubrick (multiple sources)", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "15. Annals of Justice in 1999 \n\n \n\n Matthew Shepard: the despicable defense .", "By now, it should be clear that Chatterbox isn't much good at year-in-review journalism. Fortunately, Chatterbox's readers are very good at it. He will now turn this survey over to them.", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "2. Most Foolishly Ignored Parts of the World in 1999" ], [ "--Jim Chapin \n\n \n\n 3. Worst/Best Films of 1999", "Felicia replies: \n\n \n\n Oops ... well then, the best of '99 was The Red Violin --lyrical, magical, musical, wonderful!", "In 1999, more than", "--Mike Gebert \n\n \n\n 7 . Children Behaving Badly in 1999", "bad movies, etc., for 1999--a year likely to get", "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "5. Rest in Peace in 1999: \n\n \n\n Stanley Kubrick (multiple sources)", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "6. 1999: The Road Not Taken", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "There's Something About Mary" ], [ "In 1999, more than", "5. Rest in Peace in 1999: \n\n \n\n Stanley Kubrick (multiple sources)", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "6. 1999: The Road Not Taken", "--Mike Gebert \n\n \n\n 7 . Children Behaving Badly in 1999", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "--Jim Chapin \n\n \n\n 3. Worst/Best Films of 1999", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "15. Annals of Justice in 1999 \n\n \n\n Matthew Shepard: the despicable defense .", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "9. A Big Shot Calls for Decriminalizing Drug Use in 1999" ], [ "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "In 1999, more than", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "By now, it should be clear that Chatterbox isn't much good at year-in-review journalism. Fortunately, Chatterbox's readers are very good at it. He will now turn this survey over to them.", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "10. Don't Worry in 1999 \n\n \n\n The Dalai Lama proclaimed that most important thing in the world is to be happy.", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "When Chatterbox invited", "--Jim Chapin \n\n \n\n 3. Worst/Best Films of 1999", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "--Mike Gebert \n\n \n\n 7 . Children Behaving Badly in 1999", "--Tom Horton \n\n \n\n 13. Policing the World Is Shown To Work in 1999", "12. Another Overlooked Foreign-Policy Event in 1999 \n\n \n\n Presidential primary elections for the first time ever in Mexico." ], [ "When Chatterbox invited", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "response was overwhelming. Chatterbox had promised to publish his official", "--Tom Horton \n\n \n\n 13. Policing the World Is Shown To Work in 1999", "Although Chatterbox previously stated that he wouldn't include opinions he", "Chatterbox has solid information or opinions to the contrary, he", "scene. [ Chatterbox interjects: Didn't people get assaulted and", "By now, it should be clear that Chatterbox isn't much good at year-in-review journalism. Fortunately, Chatterbox's readers are very good at it. He will now turn this survey over to them.", "Chatterbox interjects: Yes, but the evidence was shaky--something", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "slipped Chatterbox's mind until several indignant readers wrote in to", "--Henry Cohen \n\n \n\n Chatterbox interjects: Didn't Baltimore Mayor Kurt Schmoke do the same thing 11 years ago?", "he disagreed with, that standard proved too confining. Where Chatterbox", "[Chatterbox didn't have the heart to add that he thought There's Something About Mary was pretty funny, especially the joke about \"the franks or the beans.\"]", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "polled. The paper noted that this achievement far eclipsed the", "Japan bombed Pearl Harbor in Dec. 1941. Also, Chatterbox", "Mrs. Whozit [ Chatterbox interjects : her name was Anne Sheafe Miller], the first person ever to be saved by penicillin (Blair Bolles)", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "had cited polls with \"amazing results\"--a remark that was widely" ], [ "10. Don't Worry in 1999 \n\n \n\n The Dalai Lama proclaimed that most important thing in the world is to be happy.", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "( Disclaimer: Although", "says he must deal with China, because \"you can't ignore", "year.\" However, this one singular achievement must be considered in", "2. Most Foolishly Ignored Parts of the World in 1999", "to be. Reader Dan Crist (who finds Chatterbox's habit", "Harris book brilliantly takes us deeper into the mind of", "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "--Tom Horton \n\n \n\n 13. Policing the World Is Shown To Work in 1999", "Several were done in the name of God or love", "to discuss the subject, and thereby brings closer the day", "proved wrong and immediately forgotten. This year, the obvious one", "[Chatterbox didn't have the heart to add that he thought There's Something About Mary was pretty funny, especially the joke about \"the franks or the beans.\"]", "By now, it should be clear that Chatterbox isn't much good at year-in-review journalism. Fortunately, Chatterbox's readers are very good at it. He will now turn this survey over to them.", "Seattle are making the World Trade Organization's meeting there a", "When Chatterbox invited", "A sitting president was accused of rape. \n\n --Ananda Gupta", "in past years. In fact, by winning three of the", "ignore a billion people with nuclear weapons,\" but his own" ], [ "Public interest and media attention to the women's World Cup in soccer. \n\n --Tom Horton", "--Margaret Taylor \n\n \n\n 11. The Athletic Bra Seen 'Round the World in 1999", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "polled. The paper noted that this achievement far eclipsed the", "in past years. In fact, by winning three of the", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "In 1999, more than", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "--Tom Horton \n\n \n\n 13. Policing the World Is Shown To Work in 1999", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "Seattle are making the World Trade Organization's meeting there a", "about the moment it was realized, and started lobbying for", "response was overwhelming. Chatterbox had promised to publish his official", "Century\" (so called by me to reflect the amazing growth", "who play the \"National Pastime,\" are truly an amazing story.", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "year.\" However, this one singular achievement must be considered in" ], [ "--Henry Cohen \n\n \n\n Chatterbox interjects: Didn't Baltimore Mayor Kurt Schmoke do the same thing 11 years ago?", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "to help the inner city instead of to ruin black", "Gary Johnson came out for ending drug prohibition. Though this", "left office, was also accused of having once committed rape.", "Shafer wrote in this column, Ronald Reagan, after he left", "about the moment it was realized, and started lobbying for", "9. A Big Shot Calls for Decriminalizing Drug Use in 1999", "A sitting president was accused of rape. \n\n --Ananda Gupta", "--Tom Horton \n\n \n\n 13. Policing the World Is Shown To Work in 1999", "history on Dec. 19, 1998. (That same news-filled day,", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "rape. The evidence there was shaky, too.", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "Sen. Arlen Specter, citing Scottish law, finds Clinton \"not proven\" on the impeachment charges. \n\n --Andrew Solovay", "Chatterbox (moonlighting as \"Today's Papers\" columnist) observed not", "These followed Haiti, Bosnia, and Rwanda as places where the West delayed sending in troops because of alarmist predictions. \n\n --Jerry Skurnik", "-- Felicia, Menlo Park, Cal. \n\n \n\n Chatterbox replies:", "of his electoral success next year. A new Thomas Harris", "When Chatterbox invited" ], [ "In 1999, more than", "[Chatterbox hasn't seen it.] \n\n 4. Most Shameless (and Unsuccessful) Attempt To Have It Both Ways in 1999 :", "Here are 20 important things that happened in 1999: \n\n 1. Most Hated Celebrity--Ever?", "You've got the wrong year. That was 1998 .", "--Mike Gebert \n\n \n\n 7 . Children Behaving Badly in 1999", "17. The Most Important Thing of All That Happened in 1999", "Eleven-Twelfths of 1999 In Review", "--Josh Pollack \n\n \n\n 20. Unremarked Natural Disaster in 1999", "18. All Dolled Up and Nowhere To Go in 1999 \n\n \n\n General Pinochet", "of society. The 1999 win is possibly the most unique.", "1999 represented the team's 25th championship of the", "--Jim Chapin \n\n \n\n 3. Worst/Best Films of 1999", "the century together. Of course, as the 1999 World Series", "Times reported on Nov. 10, 1999, that a new", "15. Annals of Justice in 1999 \n\n \n\n Matthew Shepard: the despicable defense .", "5. Rest in Peace in 1999: \n\n \n\n Stanley Kubrick (multiple sources)", "2. Most Foolishly Ignored Parts of the World in 1999", "significant event of 1999 that, for some bizarre reason, slipped", "10. Don't Worry in 1999 \n\n \n\n The Dalai Lama proclaimed that most important thing in the world is to be happy.", "bad movies, etc., for 1999--a year likely to get" ] ]

[ "Why does Infield don a lightning rod at the beginning of the story?", "Why did Mrs. Price carry around a baby?", "Why did Morgan turn on the lights at Infield & Morgan when Reggie entered?", "Why was Infield opposed to a world comprised completely of the Cured?", "Why does Price believe it is important for everyone in the world to be Cured?", "Why did Davies attach himself to Infield outside of Infield & Morgan?", "Why does Morgan believe Henry Infield is an idealist?", "Why does Reggie wear glasses?", "Why does Price have a Cure for alcoholism?" ]

[ [ "He wants to infiltrate the fraternal club for the Cured in order to prevent Price's authoritarian rule, so he must blend in.", "It will protect him against lightning strikes and is meant as a Cure for his astraphobia.", "He wants to know what it feels like to be a Cured, and therefore he pretends to have a fear of thunder.", "He is tired of working as a psychiatrist at Infield & Morgan and wants to seek out new opportunities in the world of the Cured." ], [ "The baby was a mechanized half-human robot that functioned as Mrs. Price's Cure for the trauma she experienced after accidentally killing her real child.", "It made her feel matronly, which was a kind of Cure for the trauma she had experienced as a child. ", "The baby was the child she had with her husband, George Price.", "It was a doll that functioned as her Cure for the trauma experienced after the death of her baby whose passing was as a result of Mr. Price's drinking." ], [ "The room was too dark, and he wanted to see who had entered his business so suddenly in the middle of a bad storm.", "He wanted to surprise Reggie with his presence so that he could dismantle Reggie's Cure easier. ", "Because he was sensitive to sound, Morgan's Cure was wearing ear protection. So he had to turn on the lights in order to read Reggie's lips.", "In his shock at the news of Infield's death, Morgan turned on the light so that he could see Reggie and make sure he was telling him the truth." ], [ "He was completely against the genocidal notions of Georgie in reference to his solution for handling the Incompletes.", "As one of the Normals, Infield had an interest in maintaining a society that balanced those who had Cures with those who did not.", "The Cures gave the individuals who had them abilities almost like superpowers, and Infield worried that a demagogue like Georgie would harness them for his own rise to power.", "He felt it was a slippery slope that would lead to the need for more and more Cures and, ultimately, a general lack of independence." ], [ "He believes untreated, repressed fears may arise at any time and manifest as violence towards others.", "As a former psychiatrist, he believes it is essential for everyone to address their deep-seated issues, and pairing Cures with appropriate psychiatric therapy is the only way to do that.", "He is a demagogical psychopath who wants to take advantage of people's fears and use them to gain control over society. ", "He is an idealist who believes that humanity can be perfected by the use of scientific and mechanical Cures." ], [ "He was afraid of heights and falling over, so he had affixed himself to Infield in order to calm his fear.", "He was attempting to catch Infield after he ran away from the fraternal club for the Cured.", "He was afraid of the rain and lightning, and the cables helped him to feel more secure.", "He had been aiming for George Price, whom he was trying to kill as punishment for knocking him to the ground earlier." ], [ "Infield has a vision of the world that includes complete and total Cures for everyone who has a phobia of anything.", "Infield is skeptical that Cures cause limited interference like Morgan claims. He believes they will drive people to insanity.", "Infield calls Morgan out for knowingly developing Cures that do not work and are sometimes only 23% effective.", "Infield does not believe that human beings should be subject to the kinds of human experimentation of which Morgan seems to take no issue." ], [ "He wants to study passages from the Bible in order to honor his deceased father.", "He is forced to read passages from the Bible or else his father will die.", "If he doesn't study biblical scriptures, then he will die and go to Hell (according to his father).", "It is his Cure for bad eyesight and also allows him to study the Bible, which is his favorite book." ], [ "His alcoholism led him to destructive behavior in the past, including the death of his and Mrs. Price's only child.", "Although he is not an alcoholic, Price wants to demonstrate his kinship with other people with Cures so that they are more likely to follow him.", "Although he is not an alcoholic, he has a trauma-related aversion to drinking. The Cure is self-imposed.", "He spends too much time at the Club drinking, despite Reggie's willingness to help him through the problem." ] ]

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[ [ "Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high\n overhead, but he did need some kind of lightning rod. Price (who was", "Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The\n gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it\n leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants", "Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a\n thin knife. Infield reached toward it more in fascination than fear. He", "Running down the streets that were tunnels of shining tar, running into\n the knifing ice bristles of the rain, Henry Infield realized that he\n was very frightened of the lightning.", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "\"I'll show you.\" He took off the circlet with the lightning rod and\n yanked at the wire running down into his collar. The new-old excitement", "Morgan took his foot off the chair behind the desk and sat down.\n \"Suppose they were soaked through and you were standing on a metal\n plate—steps or a manhole cover—what good would your lightning rod do\n you then?\"", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "There is no action without a reason, he knew from the old neglected\n books. He had had a latent fear of lightning when he chose the\n lightning rod Cure. He could have picked a safety belt or foetic gyro\n just as well.", "The lightning hit him first.\nReggie squinted under the bandage at the lettering on the door that", "sporting a Mom-voice hearing aid and was afraid of raising her ire. He\n cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. \"My name's Infield.\"", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved\n past their table. He wore a safety belt. It was the man Price had", "lightning rod, his face changing when he realized it must be some kind\n of Cure. \"Pardon me,\" he said warmly.", "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"", "thinking that you did have to have quite a bit of light to read lips.\n The thunder, naturally, was what had killed Infield. Loud noise—any", "A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was\n unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. He sounded out the", "Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, \"Uncouple it, Davies! Can't you see the\n guy's got a lightning rod? You're grounding him!", "\"You're damned right!\" Infield slammed the door behind him.\nThe cool air of the street was a relief. Infield stepped into the main", "Infield felt cold inside. After a time, he found that the roaring was\n not just in his head. It was thundering outside. He was getting sick." ], [ "\"It's slippery,\" Davies whimpered. \"I might fall.\"\n\n\n Mrs. Price cuddled her rag doll. \"I can't leave the baby and she\n mustn't get wet.\"", "one hand, brushing off rain drops with the other. He stopped beside\n Price and glared. Price leaned back. The chair creaked. Mrs. Price kept\n cooing to the doll.", "Price wiped the sweat off his palms. Infield sat and thought. Mrs.\n Price cooed to the rag doll, unmindful of either of them now.", "Mrs. Price screamed. \"The Cure! If you get that much liquor in his\n system, it will kill him!\" She rocked the rag doll in her arms, trying\n to soothe it, and stared in horror.", "half-humorously, it was surprising to see a Normal—an \"Incomplete.\"\n But then he noticed something about the baby she carried. The Cure had", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "It's just an excuse for not drinking. All of this is just because a\n while back something happened to the baby here—\" she adjusted the\n doll's blanket—\"when he was drinking. Just drinking, not drunk.", "\"Price,\" the other answered absently. \"George Price. I suppose they\n have liquor at the Club. We can have a\ndrink\nthere, I guess.\"", "\"Perhaps you don't see how it could be done,\" Price said. \"I'll\n explain.\"", "Expertly, Davies moved forward and looped the loose lines around\n Price's head and shoulders and then around his feet. He crouched beside\n Price and shoved the bottle into the gasping mouth and poured.", "\"I don't remember what happened to the baby—it wasn't important.\n But George has been brooding about it ever since. I guess he thinks", "Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved\n past their table. He wore a safety belt. It was the man Price had", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "\"Let him go, Reggie,\" Price choked out, getting to his feet. \"I'm not\n dead.\" He wiped his hand across his mouth.", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "Reggie's heavy hand sat a straight bourbon down before Price and\n another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without\n comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat.\n\n\n \"George, drink it.\"", "floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released\n all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward,\n dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind", "\"You made me fall,\" Davies accused.\n\n\n Price shrugged. \"You were unconscious. You never knew it.\"" ], [ "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"", "said INFIELD & MORGAN and opened the door. He ran across the room to\n the man sitting at the desk, reading by the swivel light.", "Before Infield could move, Reggie came and set both drinks on a little\n circular tray. He moved away. \"I knew it. That's all he did, just look\n at the drink. Makes me laugh.\"", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "Morgan stared into his bright desk light without blinking. \"This is\n quite a shock to me. Would you mind leaving? I'll come over to your\n place and you can tell me about it later.\"", "managed to get all his fingers around two of Reggie's. He jerked and\n the knife fell into Infield's palm. The psychiatrist pulled himself", "Reggie's heavy hand sat a straight bourbon down before Price and\n another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without\n comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat.\n\n\n \"George, drink it.\"", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a\n thin knife. Infield reached toward it more in fascination than fear. He", "The lightning hit him first.\nReggie squinted under the bandage at the lettering on the door that", "Reggie went away. Price kept dissecting the tobacco and paper. Infield\n cleared his throat and again reminded himself against such obvious", "\"You're damned right!\" Infield slammed the door behind him.\nThe cool air of the street was a relief. Infield stepped into the main", "Davies went to the bar in the back. \"Gimme a bottle,\" he demanded of a\n vacant-eyed Reggie. He came back toward them, carrying the bottle in", "Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high\n overhead, but he did need some kind of lightning rod. Price (who was", "The man's face paled so fast, Infield thought for an instant that he\n was going to faint. \"All right. I'll risk it.\" He touched the side of\n his face away from the psychiatrist.", "Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell\n over sideways on the floor. Fear and hate mingled in his eyes as he\n looked up at Infield.", "Running down the streets that were tunnels of shining tar, running into\n the knifing ice bristles of the rain, Henry Infield realized that he\n was very frightened of the lightning.", "thinking that you did have to have quite a bit of light to read lips.\n The thunder, naturally, was what had killed Infield. Loud noise—any", "sporting a Mom-voice hearing aid and was afraid of raising her ire. He\n cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. \"My name's Infield.\"", "Reggie went out. \"Yes, sir. He was struck by lightning, struck dead. He\n must have been crazy to leave his Cure....\" The door closed." ], [ "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded.", "and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are\n Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes—\nmust be dealt with\n.\"", "He could picture an entirely Cured world and he didn't like the view.\n Every Cure cut down on the mental and physical abilities of the patient\n as it was, whether Morgan and the others admitted it or not. But if", "\"I forgot. You haven't been one of us long. The Incompletes is a truer\n name for the so-called Normals. Have you ever thought of just how\n dangerous these people are, Mr. Infield?\"", "the world as represented by these four Cured people. \"I'm afraid I'm\n for\nless\nCures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that", "They were all looking at Infield. Somehow he felt this represented a\n critical point in history. It was up to him which turn the world took,", "your office for a Cure and you turn them away. Suppose you and the\n other Cured psychiatrists give\neverybody\nwho comes to you a Cure?\"", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "A Cure was a last resort, dope for a malignancy case, euthanasia for\n the hopeless. Enforced Cures would be a curse for the individual and\n the race.", "It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield\n for anything. He had been one of those condemned Normals, more to be", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "\"Frankly, no,\" Infield said, realizing it was not the right thing to\n say but tiring of constant pretense.", "Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing\n out. A chance to study a pseudo-culture of the \"Cured\" developed in", "noise—that would do it every time. Too bad Infield had never really\n stopped being one of the Incompletes. Dangerous people. He would have\n to deal with them.", "\"You were explaining,\" the psychiatrist said. \"You were going to tell\n me how you were going to Cure the Incompletes.\"", "Infield gestured vaguely. \"A psychiatrist wouldn't hand out Cures\n unless they were absolutely necessary.\"", "The other glanced around the street. He moistened his lips and spoke\n slowly. \"Do you think you might be interested in joining a fraternal\n organization of the Cured?\"", "Infield sighed. At least this device kept the man on his feet, doing\n some kind of useful work instead of rotting in a padded cell with a", "But Infield let himself relax. How could anyone force a mechanical\n relief for neurotic or psychopathic symptoms on someone who didn't\n want or need it?" ], [ "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "the world as represented by these four Cured people. \"I'm afraid I'm\n for\nless\nCures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that", "Price was the type of man who could spread his ideas throughout the\n ranks of the Cured—if indeed the plot was not already universal,\n imposed upon many ill minds.", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "\"You can't! Nobody can!\" Price screamed after him. He turned to the\n others. \"If he reveals us, the Cause is lost. We've got to stop him\nfor good\n. We've got to go after him.\"", "and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are\n Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes—\nmust be dealt with\n.\"", "Price leaned forward. \"There is one phobia that is so wide-spread, a\n Cure is not even thought of—hypochondria. Hundreds of people come to", "\"That taste of liquor didn't kill you, Price. Nothing terrible\n happened. You could find some way to get rid of that Cure.\"", "right behind him, gaining) had been right. No one could discard a Cure.\n He watched the lightning play its light on the blade of his Cure and he\n knew that Price was going to kill him in the next moment.", "He could picture an entirely Cured world and he didn't like the view.\n Every Cure cut down on the mental and physical abilities of the patient\n as it was, whether Morgan and the others admitted it or not. But if", "\"Perhaps you don't see how it could be done,\" Price said. \"I'll\n explain.\"", "affectations. \"You were telling me about some organization of the\n Cured,\" he said as a reminder.\nPrice looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He", "psychiatrists are sensitive about wearing Cures themselves, but it is a\n mark of honor of the completely sane man. You should be proud of your\n Cure and eager to Cure others.\nVery", "your office for a Cure and you turn them away. Suppose you and the\n other Cured psychiatrists give\neverybody\nwho comes to you a Cure?\"", "Mrs. Price screamed. \"The Cure! If you get that much liquor in his\n system, it will kill him!\" She rocked the rag doll in her arms, trying\n to soothe it, and stared in horror.", "cure anything. Eventually the savage dies—just as all those sick\n savages out in the street will die unless we can cure the disease, not\n only the indications.\"", "\"I did,\" Price said. \"I used to be a psychiatrist. I was always good\n in shop. This is a pretty effective mechanism, if I say so myself. It", "A Cure was a last resort, dope for a malignancy case, euthanasia for\n the hopeless. Enforced Cures would be a curse for the individual and\n the race.", "Infield nodded. Price was a demagogue, young, handsome, dynamic,\n likable, impassioned with his cause, and convinced that it was his", "\"It's a cure for alcoholism,\" Price told him. \"It runs a constant blood\n check to see that the alcohol level doesn't go over the sobriety limit.\"\n\n\n \"What happens if you take one too many?\"" ], [ "called Davies, the one who had fastened one of his safety lines to\n Infield in the street.", "Davies released his lines and drew them in. He got up precariously.\n \"I'm going to kill you,\" he said, glaring at Infield. \"You made me fall\n worse than Georgie did. I'm really going to kill you.\"", "floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released\n all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward,\n dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind", "magnetic suction dart dropped away from Infield like a thing that had\n been alive and now was killed. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief.\nAfter breathing deeply for a few moments, he looked up to see Davies", "Infield wasn't a large man, but he had pressed two hundred and fifty\n many times in gym. He grabbed Davies' belt with both hands and lifted\n him about six inches off the floor.", "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"", "Suddenly, Davies triggered his safety belt. At close range, before\n the lines could fan out in a radius, all the lines in front attached\n themselves to Price, the ones at each side clung to their table and the", "Davies went to the bar in the back. \"Gimme a bottle,\" he demanded of a\n vacant-eyed Reggie. He came back toward them, carrying the bottle in", "Expertly, Davies moved forward and looped the loose lines around\n Price's head and shoulders and then around his feet. He crouched beside\n Price and shoved the bottle into the gasping mouth and poured.", "sporting a Mom-voice hearing aid and was afraid of raising her ire. He\n cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. \"My name's Infield.\"", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "said INFIELD & MORGAN and opened the door. He ran across the room to\n the man sitting at the desk, reading by the swivel light.", "\"You made me fall,\" Davies accused.\n\n\n Price shrugged. \"You were unconscious. You never knew it.\"", "The other turned to Infield. \"He was unconscious on his feet,\" he\n explained. \"He never knew he fell.\"", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "\"I could drop you,\" the psychiatrist said.\n\n\n \"No!\" Davies begged weakly. \"Please!\"", "\"This isn't the first time you've pulled something like this, Davies,\"\n he said. \"You weren't too scared to release that cable. You just don't\n care about other people's feelings. This is\nofficial\n.\"", "Infield sighed. At least this device kept the man on his feet, doing\n some kind of useful work instead of rotting in a padded cell with a", "managed to get all his fingers around two of Reggie's. He jerked and\n the knife fell into Infield's palm. The psychiatrist pulled himself", "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded." ], [ "Morgan shrugged helplessly. \"You're an idealist.\"", "Morgan shook his thick head, ruffling his thinning red hair. \"I dunno,\n Henry, but staying on our side is a pretty good way to keep sane and\n that's quite an accomplishment these days.\"", "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"", "Morgan said, \"You can't do it, Henry. You're crossing the line. The\n people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. If", "Morgan shifted his ponderous weight uneasily. \"Now, Henry, it's no good\n to talk like that. We psychiatrists can't turn back the clock. There", "Morgan smiled. \"You know, Henry, not all of our Cures are so—so—not\n all are like that. Those Cures for mother complexes aren't even", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "Infield nodded. Price was a demagogue, young, handsome, dynamic,\n likable, impassioned with his cause, and convinced that it was his", "Running down the streets that were tunnels of shining tar, running into\n the knifing ice bristles of the rain, Henry Infield realized that he\n was very frightened of the lightning.", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "Of course he didn't, Infield knew. Why should he? It was useless to\n learn his Bible lessons to save his father, because it was obvious his", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The\n gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it\n leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants", "said INFIELD & MORGAN and opened the door. He ran across the room to\n the man sitting at the desk, reading by the swivel light.", "They were all looking at Infield. Somehow he felt this represented a\n critical point in history. It was up to him which turn the world took,", "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded.", "The other turned to Infield. \"He was unconscious on his feet,\" he\n explained. \"He never knew he fell.\"", "\"I forgot. You haven't been one of us long. The Incompletes is a truer\n name for the so-called Normals. Have you ever thought of just how\n dangerous these people are, Mr. Infield?\"", "sporting a Mom-voice hearing aid and was afraid of raising her ire. He\n cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. \"My name's Infield.\"", "divine destiny. He was a psychopathic egotist and a dangerous man.\n Doubly dangerous to Infield because, even though he was one of the few\n people who still read books from the old days of therapy to recognize" ], [ "Price lit a cigarette with unsteady hands. \"Reggie is studying biblical\n text. Cute gadget. His contact lenses are made up of a lot of layers", "A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was\n unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. He sounded out the", "Before Infield could move, Reggie came and set both drinks on a little\n circular tray. He moved away. \"I knew it. That's all he did, just look\n at the drink. Makes me laugh.\"", "Reggie's heavy hand sat a straight bourbon down before Price and\n another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without\n comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat.\n\n\n \"George, drink it.\"", "\"What'll you have, Georgie?\" Reggie asked.\n\n\n The young man snubbed out his cigarette viciously. \"Bourbon. Straight.\"", "Reggie smiled—a toothy, vacant, comedy-relief smile. \"Fine. The Good\n Book says a little wine is good for a man, or something like that. I\n don't remember exactly.\"", "The lightning hit him first.\nReggie squinted under the bandage at the lettering on the door that", "Davies went to the bar in the back. \"Gimme a bottle,\" he demanded of a\n vacant-eyed Reggie. He came back toward them, carrying the bottle in", "erect by holding to Reggie's arm. Staggering to his feet, he remembered\n what he must do and slashed at the waiter's head. A gash streaked", "you look funny when you're looking at drinks. Honest, Georgie, I want\n to laugh when I think of the way you look at a glass with a drink in\n it.\" He did laugh.", "\"Let him go, Reggie,\" Price choked out, getting to his feet. \"I'm not\n dead.\" He wiped his hand across his mouth.", "managed to get all his fingers around two of Reggie's. He jerked and\n the knife fell into Infield's palm. The psychiatrist pulled himself", "Reggie went away. Price kept dissecting the tobacco and paper. Infield\n cleared his throat and again reminded himself against such obvious", "of polarized glass. Every time he blinks, the amount of polarization\n changes and a new page appears. His father once told him that if he\n didn't study his Bible and pray for him, his old dad would die.\"", "The small man looked out the large window, blinking myopically at the\n brassy sunlight. \"That's just it, Clyde. There is a line between us,", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "Reggie went out. \"Yes, sir. He was struck by lightning, struck dead. He\n must have been crazy to leave his Cure....\" The door closed.", "\"Well, there's no liquor out there and you can study your text in the\n lightning flashes, Reggie. Come on.\"", "Reggie said, \"We shall make a sacrifice.\"", "Davies backed off in terror, right into the arms of Reggie. The waiter\n closed his huge hands on the acrophobe's shoulders." ], [ "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "\"That taste of liquor didn't kill you, Price. Nothing terrible\n happened. You could find some way to get rid of that Cure.\"", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "\"It's a cure for alcoholism,\" Price told him. \"It runs a constant blood\n check to see that the alcohol level doesn't go over the sobriety limit.\"\n\n\n \"What happens if you take one too many?\"", "Mrs. Price screamed. \"The Cure! If you get that much liquor in his\n system, it will kill him!\" She rocked the rag doll in her arms, trying\n to soothe it, and stared in horror.", "the world as represented by these four Cured people. \"I'm afraid I'm\n for\nless\nCures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that", "Price was the type of man who could spread his ideas throughout the\n ranks of the Cured—if indeed the plot was not already universal,\n imposed upon many ill minds.", "\"Price,\" the other answered absently. \"George Price. I suppose they\n have liquor at the Club. We can have a\ndrink\nthere, I guess.\"", "affectations. \"You were telling me about some organization of the\n Cured,\" he said as a reminder.\nPrice looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "Price probably would never get crazed enough for liquor to kill\n himself, Infield knew. The threat of death would keep him constantly", "Reggie's heavy hand sat a straight bourbon down before Price and\n another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without\n comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat.\n\n\n \"George, drink it.\"", "Price leaned forward. \"There is one phobia that is so wide-spread, a\n Cure is not even thought of—hypochondria. Hundreds of people come to", "\"I did,\" Price said. \"I used to be a psychiatrist. I was always good\n in shop. This is a pretty effective mechanism, if I say so myself. It", "\"Perhaps you don't see how it could be done,\" Price said. \"I'll\n explain.\"", "right behind him, gaining) had been right. No one could discard a Cure.\n He watched the lightning play its light on the blade of his Cure and he\n knew that Price was going to kill him in the next moment.", "Price set the direction and Infield fell in at his side. \"Look, if you\n don't drink, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. It was just a suggestion.\"", "Expertly, Davies moved forward and looped the loose lines around\n Price's head and shoulders and then around his feet. He crouched beside\n Price and shoved the bottle into the gasping mouth and poured.", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "\"You can't! Nobody can!\" Price screamed after him. He turned to the\n others. \"If he reveals us, the Cause is lost. We've got to stop him\nfor good\n. We've got to go after him.\"" ] ]

[ "What traits best describe Caswell?", "What is the relationship between Caswell and the protagonist?", "What is the relationship between Caswell and the protagonist like?", "What traits best describe the protagonist?", "What was the initial goal of the protagonist?", "How good is Caswell at his job?", "What did Caswell's theories help predict?", "What was an error in Caswell's theories (in reference to how they were applied)?", "What traits best describe Searles?" ]

[ [ "Athletic and generous", "Charismatic and fair", "Confident and smart", "Confident and handsome" ], [ "They're coworkers", "One is the other's boss", "They're old friends", "They're brothers" ], [ "They don't know each other too well but they get to know each other better", "They barely tolerate each other", "They don't know each other too well but dislike each other", "They respect each other greatly" ], [ "Pragmatic and entertaining", "Smart and handsome", "Curious and pragmatic", "Socially inept and smart" ], [ "To collect more money", "To increase his personal reputation", "To improve his institution's reputation", "To befriend his colleague" ], [ "He's good at his job but not enough people know it", "He's incompetent", "He's known as the best in the world", "He's respected by his students but never by his fellow staff" ], [ "How to collect the most money for personal gain as fast as possible", "How to fundraise the most money for an institution as fast as possible", "How to expand an organization and increase its power", "How to win an election while creating as few political promises as possible" ], [ "Their experiment assumed that only men would be interested in the test at hand", "Their experiment assumed that only women would be interested in the test at hand", "Their experiment was using too small a sample size", "Their experiment was using too large an initial sample size" ], [ "Empathetic and beautiful", "Resourceful and dilligent", "Original and bold", "Intelligent and original" ] ]

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[ [ "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "I pointed out to Caswell the member I thought would be the natural\n leader, a tall, well-built woman in a green suit, with conscious", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "sense to see where his bread was buttered. A businessman is constantly\n dealing with organizations, including his own, and finding them either\n inert, cantankerous, or both. Caswell's formula could be a handle to", "Circle. \"Today we have guests.\" She signaled for us to rise, and we\n stood up, bowing to polite applause and smiles. \"Professor Caswell, and" ], [ "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "Circle. \"Today we have guests.\" She signaled for us to rise, and we\n stood up, bowing to polite applause and smiles. \"Professor Caswell, and", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "And what if Caswell asked me what I had found out in the meantime? I\n didn't want to tell him anything until I had talked it over with that\n woman Searles first.", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "I pointed out to Caswell the member I thought would be the natural\n leader, a tall, well-built woman in a green suit, with conscious" ], [ "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "Circle. \"Today we have guests.\" She signaled for us to rise, and we\n stood up, bowing to polite applause and smiles. \"Professor Caswell, and", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "And what if Caswell asked me what I had found out in the meantime? I\n didn't want to tell him anything until I had talked it over with that\n woman Searles first.", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "sense to see where his bread was buttered. A businessman is constantly\n dealing with organizations, including his own, and finding them either\n inert, cantankerous, or both. Caswell's formula could be a handle to" ], [ "I looked up. The speaker, with a clear, determined voice and conscious,\n forceful gestures, had entered the homestretch of her speech, an appeal\n to the civic pride of all citizens of Watashaw.", "He glared at me, his white hair bristling and his nostrils dilated\n like a war horse about to whinny. I can say one thing for them—these", "He sat down on the edge of his desk thoughtfully, apparently recovering\n from the shock of being asked to produce something solid for his\n position, and ran his eyes over the titles of the books that lined his\n office walls.", "through the first slow move to fire him. His professional pride would\n be shattered, sunk without a trace. I remembered what he said about\n shooting himself. It had seemed funny to both of us at the time,", "While I was waiting for the phone to be answered, I took a piece of\n graph paper and ruled it off into six sections, one for each month.\n After the phone had rung in the distance for a long time, a servant\n answered with a bored drawl:", "He was deep in the symbology of human motives and the equations of\n human behavior in groups. After running through a few different", "He was becoming flushed with the pleasure of explaining his subject.\n \"All through the ages, it has been a matter of wonder and dismay", "He began to tap the corner of his book absently on the desk, watching\n me. \"Fundamental research doesn't show immediate effects, Mr. Halloway,\n but its value is recognized.\"", "He looked away from me thoughtfully, picked up the book and began to\n tap it on the desk again. It had some unreadable title and his name on", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "I went into the quiet outer air and got into my car with my skin\n prickling. Even as I drove away, I could hear them. They were singing\n some kind of organization song with the tune of \"Marching through\n Georgia.\"", "But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to hear what he was\n going to do for a demonstration.\nAt lunch, three days later, while we were waiting for our order, he\n opened a small notebook. \"Ever hear of feedback effects?\"", "Five minutes later, I was in my car, heading for Watashaw, driving\n considerably faster than my usual speed and keeping a careful watch for", "I shook hands and left him standing there, sure of his place in the\n progress of science and the respect of his colleagues, yet seething\n inside because I, the president and dean, had boorishly demanded that\n he produce something tangible.", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "He bit off each word with great restraint: \"Sociology is the study of\n social institutions, Mr. Halloway.\"", "flowery oration on their enterprise, charity, and civic spirit. He\n had been made an honorary member. If he allowed himself to be made a\nfull", "I pointed out to Caswell the member I thought would be the natural\n leader, a tall, well-built woman in a green suit, with conscious", "She was cheering with the crowd, her eyes sparkling. \"I don't know,\"\n she answered between cheers. \"I only joined two days ago. Isn't it\n wonderful?\"", "I finally recognized Mrs. Searles, as an answering sudden blast of\n sound half deafened me. The crowd was chanting at the top of its lungs:\n \"Recruit! Recruit!\"" ], [ "While I was waiting for the phone to be answered, I took a piece of\n graph paper and ruled it off into six sections, one for each month.\n After the phone had rung in the distance for a long time, a servant\n answered with a bored drawl:", "Five minutes later, I was in my car, heading for Watashaw, driving\n considerably faster than my usual speed and keeping a careful watch for", "through the first slow move to fire him. His professional pride would\n be shattered, sunk without a trace. I remembered what he said about\n shooting himself. It had seemed funny to both of us at the time,", "I looked up. The speaker, with a clear, determined voice and conscious,\n forceful gestures, had entered the homestretch of her speech, an appeal\n to the civic pride of all citizens of Watashaw.", "I shook hands and left him standing there, sure of his place in the\n progress of science and the respect of his colleagues, yet seething\n inside because I, the president and dean, had boorishly demanded that\n he produce something tangible.", "I went into the quiet outer air and got into my car with my skin\n prickling. Even as I drove away, I could hear them. They were singing\n some kind of organization song with the tune of \"Marching through\n Georgia.\"", "He sat down on the edge of his desk thoughtfully, apparently recovering\n from the shock of being asked to produce something solid for his\n position, and ran his eyes over the titles of the books that lined his\n office walls.", "The tall woman on the platform had been making a driving, forceful\n speech about some plans for rebuilding Watashaw's slum section. It\n began to penetrate my mind dimly as I glanced down at the bulletin in\n my hands.", "That was as good an answer as any. We got together and had lunch in a\n bar, if you can call it lunch. The movement we started will expand by", "to see to it that the university made money. I had a job to do, and I\n meant to do it.", "He looked away from me thoughtfully, picked up the book and began to\n tap it on the desk again. It had some unreadable title and his name on", "We left the diagram of organization and our typed copy of the new\n bylaws with her and went off soberly, as befitted two social science\n experimenters. We didn't start laughing until our car passed the town\n limits and began the climb for University Heights.", "I finally recognized Mrs. Searles, as an answering sudden blast of\n sound half deafened me. The crowd was chanting at the top of its lungs:\n \"Recruit! Recruit!\"", "out a few that would have made the organization too complicated, and\n finally worked out an idyllically simple and deadly little organization\n setup where joining had all the temptation of buying a sweepstakes", "it in gold letters. I got the distinct impression again that he was\n repressing an urge to hit me with it.", "of the small profits of membership fees and honorary promotions. It\n was becoming an openly profitable business. Membership was rising more\n rapidly now.", "He spoke quietly. \"All right, I'll give you a demonstration. Are you\n willing to wait six months?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly, if you can show me something at the end of that time.\"", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "We sat down to another ripple of applause and slightly wider smiles,\n and then the meeting of the Watashaw Sewing Circle began. In five\n minutes I began to feel sleepy.", "But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to hear what he was\n going to do for a demonstration.\nAt lunch, three days later, while we were waiting for our order, he\n opened a small notebook. \"Ever hear of feedback effects?\"" ], [ "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "He answered somewhat disinterestedly, \"I've been busy working with\n students on their research papers and marking tests—not following the\n Watashaw business at all, I'm afraid. You say the demonstration went\n well and you're satisfied?\"", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "And what if Caswell asked me what I had found out in the meantime? I\n didn't want to tell him anything until I had talked it over with that\n woman Searles first.", "If Caswell's equations meant anything at all, we had given that sewing\n circle more growth drives than the Roman Empire." ], [ "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "If Caswell's equations meant anything at all, we had given that sewing\n circle more growth drives than the Roman Empire.", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "doubted that his theory could work. And he was using its success to\n rub my nose in the realization that I had been wrong. A man with a\n string of degrees after his name is just as human as anyone else. I had", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "Next day, after calling Mrs. Searles, I placed some red stars on my\n graph for the first three months. They made a nice curve, rising more\n steeply as it reached the fourth month. They had picked up their first", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked." ], [ "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "If Caswell's equations meant anything at all, we had given that sewing\n circle more growth drives than the Roman Empire.", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "doubted that his theory could work. And he was using its success to\n rub my nose in the realization that I had been wrong. A man with a\n string of degrees after his name is just as human as anyone else. I had", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "sense to see where his bread was buttered. A businessman is constantly\n dealing with organizations, including his own, and finding them either\n inert, cantankerous, or both. Caswell's formula could be a handle to", "\"That's theory,\" I said. \"How about proof?\"\n\n\n \"My equations are already being used in the study of limited-size\n Federal corporations. Washington—\"", "'furtherance of research into human ills,' he meant that the money\n should go to research fellowships for postgraduate biologists at the\n university, rather than to a medical foundation.\"" ], [ "\"Mrs. Searles' residence.\"\n\n\n I picked up a red gummed star and licked it.\n\n\n \"Mrs. Searles, please.\"", "I finally recognized Mrs. Searles, as an answering sudden blast of\n sound half deafened me. The crowd was chanting at the top of its lungs:\n \"Recruit! Recruit!\"", "Mrs. Searles stood still at the speaker's table and behind her,\n seated in a row of chairs, was a group that was probably the board of", "\"Searles. Mrs. George Searles.\"\n\n\n \"Would that change the results?\"", "And what if Caswell asked me what I had found out in the meantime? I\n didn't want to tell him anything until I had talked it over with that\n woman Searles first.", "He glared at me, his white hair bristling and his nostrils dilated\n like a war horse about to whinny. I can say one thing for them—these", "I called back. \"This is Professor Smith,\" I said, giving the alias I\n had used before. \"I called a few minutes ago. When did you say Mrs.\n Searles will return?\"", "Next day, after calling Mrs. Searles, I placed some red stars on my\n graph for the first three months. They made a nice curve, rising more\n steeply as it reached the fourth month. They had picked up their first", "He sat down on the edge of his desk thoughtfully, apparently recovering\n from the shock of being asked to produce something solid for his\n position, and ran his eyes over the titles of the books that lined his\n office walls.", "The group with Mrs. Searles was probably holding a shrunken and almost\n memberless meeting somewhere in an upper room.", "through the first slow move to fire him. His professional pride would\n be shattered, sunk without a trace. I remembered what he said about\n shooting himself. It had seemed funny to both of us at the time,", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "I shook hands and left him standing there, sure of his place in the\n progress of science and the respect of his colleagues, yet seething\n inside because I, the president and dean, had boorishly demanded that\n he produce something tangible.", "I had to talk to Mrs. Searles. Perhaps there was some outside reason\n why the club had disbanded. Perhaps it had not just died.", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "He began to tap the corner of his book absently on the desk, watching\n me. \"Fundamental research doesn't show immediate effects, Mr. Halloway,\n but its value is recognized.\"", "I went into the quiet outer air and got into my car with my skin\n prickling. Even as I drove away, I could hear them. They were singing\n some kind of organization song with the tune of \"Marching through\n Georgia.\"", "There were only about thirty people there, and it was a small room, not\n the halls of Congress, but they discussed their business of collecting\n and repairing second hand clothing for charity with the same endless\n boring parliamentary formality.", "While I was waiting for the phone to be answered, I took a piece of\n graph paper and ruled it off into six sections, one for each month.\n After the phone had rung in the distance for a long time, a servant\n answered with a bored drawl:" ] ]

[ "Why didn't Bradley mop up her cell?", "Why was Bradley in the Jug?", "Which of the following didn't O'Leary agree with?", "What seems to be a reason for many being sent to prison?", "What are the tangler fields?", "How did the Block O guards feel about their position?", "Why did Sauer and Flock yell so much?", "Why was O'Leary sharing his concerns with the warden?", "Why was the warden so annoyed with O'Leary?" ]

[ [ "she wanted Mathias to do it for her", "she wanted to start a riot", "she didn't deserve to be in the Jug", "she didn't understand the slang in the command" ], [ "she didn't understand the people she was supposed to be working with", "she wanted to be part of the Civil Service group instead of the laborer group", "she caused a fight in the lunch room", "she believed people should be able to choose their path in life" ], [ "rules are meant to be followed", "the Jug was running as smoothly as it could", "he was meant to be part of the Civil Service group", "having specializations was good for civilization" ], [ "petty theft and small crimes", "rioting over the rules imposed by the government", "conspiracy theorizing", "people resenting the jobs they're assigned" ], [ "a type of uniform meant to keep the inmates secure", "electronic fields in Block O that identify inmates", "replacement for guards in Block O", "electronic fields near the floor to stop prisoners" ], [ "that they could have far worse jobs if they quit", "that it was a fitting position for people like them", "that it wasn't worth it to stay in the job", "honored to be given that role" ], [ "to scare the new Block O prisoners", "they were angry at the system they were a part of", "they were trying to distract the guards ", "they wanted to make Bradley cry" ], [ "he was frustrated with the lack of help he was getting", "he was mad that inmates were playing together", "he was hoping to stop a potential riot", "he thought the prison had a terrible smell" ], [ "O'Leary didn't understand the class system as well as he should", "O'Leary was interrupting his breakfast", "O'Leary was trying to take his job from him", "O'Leary was bothering him with non-warden problems" ] ]

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[ [ "He said patiently: \"Bradley, the rules are you have to mop out your\n cell. If you didn't understand what Mathias was talking about, you\n should have asked her. Now I'm warning you, the next time—\"", "He demanded: \"Why wouldn't you mop out your cell?\"\n\n\n The girl lifted her head angrily and took a step forward. The block\n guard, Sodaro, growled warningly: \"Watch it, auntie!\"", "Sue-Ann Bradley looked carefully at the floor and paid them no\n attention. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the", "Inmate Bradley seemed to be on the verge of tears. She said tautly: \"I\n don't care. I don't care!\"", "He didn't have to untie her and practically stand over her while\n she attended to various personal matters, as he did with the male\n prisoners. It was not much to be grateful for, but Sue-Ann Bradley was", "But today she put a woman named Bradley on report. Why? Because she\n told Bradley to mop up in wipe talk and Bradley didn't understand. Now\n Mathias wouldn't—\"", "He was still yelling. Sue-Ann Bradley, in the cell across from him,\n thought that maybe, after all, the man was really in pain. Maybe the", "The block guard guffawed. \"Wipe talk—that's what she was telling you\n to do. Cap'n, you know what's funny about this? This Bradley is—\"", "up, sister!' And then, ten minutes later, she called the guards and\n told them I refused to mop.\"", "It never occurred to Sue-Ann Bradley that it might not be senseless,\n because noise hides noise. But then she hadn't been a prisoner very\n long.\nIII", "She burst out: \"I never got a chance! That old witch Mathias never told\n me I was supposed to mop up. She banged on the door and said, 'Slush", "Sue-Ann Bradley heard them before she reached the Greensleeves. She\n was in a detachment of three unfortunates like herself, convoyed by an", "The guard peered genially into her cell. \"You're okay, auntie.\" She\n proudly ignored him as he slogged deliberately away on his rounds.", "Bradley was a little slow getting off the edge of the steel-slat\n bed—nobody had warned her that the eddy currents in the tangler fields", "It was the only thing to do—for her own sake as much as for his. He\n had managed, by strength of will, not to hear that she had omitted", "However, he was wrong. Sue-Ann's shoulders were shaking, but not from\n tears. Sue-Ann Bradley had got a good look at Sauer and at Flock as she", "Sue-Ann Bradley's weeping now was genuine. She simply could not help\n it. The crazy yowling of the hard-timers, Sauer and Flock, was getting", "And her name, he saw, was Sue-Ann Bradley, Detainee No. WFA-656R.", "things, that the orderly had been leaning on his broom until he'd\n noticed the captain coming by. Of course, there wasn't much to\n sweep—the spray machines and sweeperdozers had been over the", "All the same, he stared after her as she left. He handed the rap sheet\n to Sodaro and said absently: \"Too bad a kid like her has to be here.\n What's she in for?\"" ], [ "its inmates as the Jug—and if he hadn't been able to detect the scent\n of trouble brewing a cell-block away, he would never have survived to\n reach his captaincy.", "He said patiently: \"Bradley, the rules are you have to mop out your\n cell. If you didn't understand what Mathias was talking about, you\n should have asked her. Now I'm warning you, the next time—\"", "He was still yelling. Sue-Ann Bradley, in the cell across from him,\n thought that maybe, after all, the man was really in pain. Maybe the", "Godfrey Schluckebier was the almighty Caesar of ten thousand inmates in\n the Jug, but privately he was a fussy old man trying to hold onto the", "in another year or so, he would go back to his life with his status\n restored, a mechanic on the outside as he had been inside, and he\n certainly would never risk coming back to the Jug by trying to pass as", "Sue-Ann Bradley looked carefully at the floor and paid them no\n attention. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the", "The block guard guffawed. \"Wipe talk—that's what she was telling you\n to do. Cap'n, you know what's funny about this? This Bradley is—\"", "Sue-Ann Bradley heard them before she reached the Greensleeves. She\n was in a detachment of three unfortunates like herself, convoyed by an", "It never occurred to Sue-Ann Bradley that it might not be senseless,\n because noise hides noise. But then she hadn't been a prisoner very\n long.\nIII", "However, he was wrong. Sue-Ann's shoulders were shaking, but not from\n tears. Sue-Ann Bradley had got a good look at Sauer and at Flock as she", "But the declassed cons of the Jug were the dregs of every class; and\n once they spread, the neat compartmentation of society was pierced. The\n breakout would mean riot on a bigger scale than any prison had ever\n known.", "He didn't have to untie her and practically stand over her while\n she attended to various personal matters, as he did with the male\n prisoners. It was not much to be grateful for, but Sue-Ann Bradley was", "Sue-Ann Bradley's weeping now was genuine. She simply could not help\n it. The crazy yowling of the hard-timers, Sauer and Flock, was getting", "Bradley was a little slow getting off the edge of the steel-slat\n bed—nobody had warned her that the eddy currents in the tangler fields", "trouble in the wipe quarters. The Jug! The governor himself had called\n them out; they were to fly interdicting missions at such-and-such\n levels on such-and-such flight circuits around the prison.", "Inmate Bradley seemed to be on the verge of tears. She said tautly: \"I\n don't care. I don't care!\"", "But today she put a woman named Bradley on report. Why? Because she\n told Bradley to mop up in wipe talk and Bradley didn't understand. Now\n Mathias wouldn't—\"", "inhabitants wore, it was called the Greensleeves. It was a community of\n its own, an enclave within the larger city-state that was the Jug. And", "And her name, he saw, was Sue-Ann Bradley, Detainee No. WFA-656R.", "It reached to police precinct houses and TV newsrooms and highway\n checkpoints, and from there it filtered into the homes and lives of the\n nineteen million persons that lived within a few dozen miles of the Jug." ], [ "\"Well, then,\" he said at last. \"You just remember what I've told you\n tonight, O'Leary, and we'll get along fine. 'Specialization is the—'\n Oh, curse the thing.\"", "His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his\n nostrils. It was the smell of trouble. He hadn't found what the trouble", "\"O'Leary,\" he said faintly, \"my mistake.\"\n\n\n And he hung up—more or less by accident; the handset dropped from his\n fingers.", ": \"Detainees will be permitted\n to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings.\" And O'Leary\n was a man who lived by the book.", "\"It isn't,\" the warden said positively. \"Don't borrow trouble with\n all your supposing, O'Leary.\" He sipped the remains of his coffee,", "The warden raised his hand. \"Please, O'Leary, don't bother me about\n that kind of stuff.\" He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He poured", "O'Leary choked back his temper. \"Warden, I'm telling you that there's\n trouble coming up. I smell the signs.\"", "The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: \"O'Leary, what\n did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball\n in the yard. That's what recreation periods are for.\"", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "\"Evening.\"\nO'Leary noted, with the part of his mind that always noted those", "O'Leary snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was\n that for the warden to talk to him?", "The outside guard said sourly: \"A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary\n knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. It gets the others all\n riled up.\"", "O'Leary shook his head. \"Let her talk, Sodaro.\" It said in the\nCivil\n Service Guide to Prison Administration", "O'Leary stopped her. \"That's enough! Three days in Block O!\"", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "Captain O'Leary took a long drink of water from the fountain marked\n \"Civil Service.\" But it didn't wash the taste out of his mouth, the\n smell from his nose.", "yard, wondering about her. She'd had every advantage—decent Civil\n Service parents, a good education, everything a girl could wish for. If\n anything, she had had a better environment than O'Leary himself, and", "O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "\"I smell trouble,\" said O'Leary to the warden.", "\"O'Leary, you're a guard captain, right? And I'm your warden. You have" ], [ "laborers—\"wipes,\" for short—or, at any rate, they had been once.\n They had spent so much time in prisons that it was sometimes hard even", "It never occurred to Sue-Ann Bradley that it might not be senseless,\n because noise hides noise. But then she hadn't been a prisoner very\n long.\nIII", "But the declassed cons of the Jug were the dregs of every class; and\n once they spread, the neat compartmentation of society was pierced. The\n breakout would mean riot on a bigger scale than any prison had ever\n known.", "your job, keeping the inmates in line, and I have mine. Now your job is\n just as important as my job,\" he said piously. \"\nEverybody's\njob is", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden", "actuated the tangler fields on the floors of the cells. The prison\n rules were humanitarian, even for the dregs that inhabited the\n Greensleeves. Ten minutes out of every two hours, even the worst case", "The warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated,\n and picked up the long-distance phone. He said sadly to the prison", "Because five minutes before, he was in his cell, with the rest of the\n hard-timers of the Greensleeves.", "The prison below them was washed with light—from the guard posts on\n the walls, from the cell blocks themselves, from the mobile lights of\n the guard squadrons surrounding the walls.", "The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: \"O'Leary, what\n did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball\n in the yard. That's what recreation periods are for.\"", "cobblestones of the yard twice already that day. But it was an inmate's\n job to keep busy. And it was a guard captain's job to notice when they\n didn't.", "was yet, but he would. That was his business. He was a captain of\n guards in Estates-General Correctional Institution—better known to", "He demanded: \"Why wouldn't you mop out your cell?\"\n\n\n The girl lifted her head angrily and took a step forward. The block\n guard, Sodaro, growled warningly: \"Watch it, auntie!\"", "The person on the other end of the phone was calling from Cell Block O.", "operator: \"Get me the governor—fast.\"\nRiot!\nThe word spread out from the prison on seven-league boots.", "Godfrey Schluckebier was the almighty Caesar of ten thousand inmates in\n the Jug, but privately he was a fussy old man trying to hold onto the", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "He frowned at the rap sheet, trying to figure out what got a girl like\n her into a place like this. And, what was more important, why she\n couldn't adjust herself to it, now that she was in.", "He was partly right. He would be right in the middle of it—for every\n man, woman and child in the city-state would be right in the middle of", "the prison jeep. Lazy, sure. Undependable, certainly. But he kept the\n cars going—and, O'Leary thought approvingly, when his sentence was up" ], [ "against the electronic drag of the field, to do any harm. But it was a\n rule that, even in Block O, you didn't leave the tangler fields on all", "tanglefoot electronic fields that swamped the floor of the block\n corridor and of each individual cell. While the fields were on, you\n could ignore the prisoners—they simply could not move fast enough,", "Sue-Ann walked bravely forward through the opened gate—and fell flat\n on her face. It was her first experience of a tanglefoot field. It was\n like walking through molasses.", "actuated the tangler fields on the floors of the cells. The prison\n rules were humanitarian, even for the dregs that inhabited the\n Greensleeves. Ten minutes out of every two hours, even the worst case", "Bradley was a little slow getting off the edge of the steel-slat\n bed—nobody had warned her that the eddy currents in the tangler fields", "The inside guard finished putting the new prisoners away and turned off\n the tangler field once more. He licked his lips. \"Say, you want to take\n a turn in here for a while?\"", "pretty good at snowshoeing through the tangler field. He was a little\n vain about it, even; at times he had been known to boast of his ability\n to make the rounds in two minutes, every time.", "it had been made out of a bed-spring, ripped loose from its frame God\n knows how, hidden inside the greensleeved jacket God knows how—filed,\n filed to sharpness over endless hours.", "the backs of her thighs gingerly—and slowly, slowly, for the eddy\n currents did not permit you to move fast. It was like pushing against\n rubber; the faster you tried to move, the greater the resistance.", "for them to remember what they really were, outside. Sauer was a big,\n grinning redhead with eyes like a water moccasin. Flock was a lithe", "But it wasn't the tears that held the guard; it was the shining,\n smoking thing, now poised at his throat. A shiv! It looked as though", "things, that the orderly had been leaning on his broom until he'd\n noticed the captain coming by. Of course, there wasn't much to\n sweep—the spray machines and sweeperdozers had been over the", "He looked at the viewscreen at last with a look of pure horror.\n Whatever he saw on it, it did not reassure him. His eyes opened like\n clamshells in a steamer.", "inhabitants wore, it was called the Greensleeves. It was a community of\n its own, an enclave within the larger city-state that was the Jug. And", "Sue-Ann Bradley looked carefully at the floor and paid them no\n attention. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the", "The inside deck guard of Block O looked nervously at the outside deck\n guard. The outside guard looked impassively back—after all, he was on\n the outside.", "No wonder Flock moaned—the eddy currents in the shiv were slowly\n cooking his hand; and the blister against his abdomen, where the shiv", "\"Oh, you think so?\" shrieked Flock. \"Jeez, I wish you hadn't said that,\n Sauer. You got me scared! I'm so scared, I'm gonna have to yell!\"", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden", "yours\n. You see?\" And he folded his hands and\n smiled like a civil-service Buddha." ], [ "The inside deck guard of Block O looked nervously at the outside deck\n guard. The outside guard looked impassively back—after all, he was on\n the outside.", "company.\" He laughed coarsely and abandoned his charges to the Block O\n guards.", "get all the way around Block O and the inmates complained like crazy if\n he didn't make sure they all got the most possible free time. He was", "against the electronic drag of the field, to do any harm. But it was a\n rule that, even in Block O, you didn't leave the tangler fields on all", "irritable guard, climbing the steel steps toward Block O from the floor\n below, when she heard the yelling.", "Block O in Estates-General Correctional Institution was the\n disciplinary block, and because of the green straitjackets its", "were the ones who might actually accomplish something. They took up\n their picket posts on the prison perimeter, a pilot and two bombardiers\n in each 'copter, stone-faced, staring grimly alert at the prison below.", "The outside guard said sourly: \"A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary\n knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. It gets the others all\n riled up.\"", "O'Leary stopped her. \"That's enough! Three days in Block O!\"", "The block guard guffawed. \"Wipe talk—that's what she was telling you\n to do. Cap'n, you know what's funny about this? This Bradley is—\"", "The inside guard muttered: \"Wipe rats! They're getting on my nerves.\"\n\n\n The outside guard shrugged.", "The guard looked at him doubtfully. It could be a trick, maybe.\n Couldn't it? But he could see Flock's face and the agony in it was real", "The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: \"O'Leary, what\n did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball\n in the yard. That's what recreation periods are for.\"", "It was Flock on the phone to the warden—Flock with his eyes still\n streaming tears, Flock with Sauer standing right behind him, menacing\n the two bound deck guards.", "and she claimed the same business—said she didn't understand when the\n other one asked her to move along.\" He added virtuously: \"The guard", "Sue-Ann Bradley looked carefully at the floor and paid them no\n attention. The outside guard pulled the switch that turned on the", "\"Uh-uh.\" The outside guard shook his head.", "The inside guard finished putting the new prisoners away and turned off\n the tangler field once more. He licked his lips. \"Say, you want to take\n a turn in here for a while?\"", "cobblestones of the yard twice already that day. But it was an inmate's\n job to keep busy. And it was a guard captain's job to notice when they\n didn't.", "\"Evening, Cap'n.\" A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and\n touched his cap as O'Leary passed by." ], [ "\"Oh, you think so?\" shrieked Flock. \"Jeez, I wish you hadn't said that,\n Sauer. You got me scared! I'm so scared, I'm gonna have to yell!\"", "\"Owoo-o-o,\" screamed Sauer from one end of the cell block and\n \"Yow-w-w!\" shrieked Flock at the other.", "Sauer stopped yelling for a moment. \"Hey, Flock!\"\n\n\n \"What do you want, Sauer?\" called Flock from his own cell.", "Sauer shoved Flock out of the way. \"Hey, Warden!\" he said, and the\n voice was a cheerful bray, though the serpent eyes were cold and", "\"Ee-ee-ee!\" screamed Sauer in a shrill falsetto. \"I'm scared!\" Then he", "It was Flock on the phone to the warden—Flock with his eyes still\n streaming tears, Flock with Sauer standing right behind him, menacing\n the two bound deck guards.", "passed them by and she was fighting off an almost uncontrollable urge\n to retch.\nSauer and Flock were what are called prison wolves. They were", "Sue-Ann Bradley's weeping now was genuine. She simply could not help\n it. The crazy yowling of the hard-timers, Sauer and Flock, was getting", "for them to remember what they really were, outside. Sauer was a big,\n grinning redhead with eyes like a water moccasin. Flock was a lithe", "However, he was wrong. Sue-Ann's shoulders were shaking, but not from\n tears. Sue-Ann Bradley had got a good look at Sauer and at Flock as she", "\"We got a lady with us! Maybe we ought to cut out this yelling so\n as not to disturb the lady!\" He screeched with howling, maniacal", "But did they have to scream so?\n\n\n The senseless yelling was driving her crazy. She abandoned herself to\n weeping and she didn't even care who heard her any more. Senseless!", "that\n Sauer and Flock still had enough spirit to struggle against the vicious\n system—", "He was still yelling. Sue-Ann Bradley, in the cell across from him,\n thought that maybe, after all, the man was really in pain. Maybe the", "\"The whole bloody thing's going to blow up!\" a helicopter bombardier\n yelled bitterly to his pilot, above the flutter and roar of the", "like any other community, it had its leading citizens ... two of them.\n Their names were Sauer and Flock.", "\"You're yellow,\" the inside guard said moodily. \"Ah, I don't know why I\n don't quit this lousy job. Hey, you! Pipe down or I'll come in and beat\n your head off!\"", "enough. And Flock was gasping, through real tears: \"Cramps. I—I—\"", "His name was Flock.", "laughter. \"Anyway, if we don't cut this out, they'll get us in trouble,\n Flock!\"" ], [ "O'Leary choked back his temper. \"Warden, I'm telling you that there's\n trouble coming up. I smell the signs.\"", "The warden raised his hand. \"Please, O'Leary, don't bother me about\n that kind of stuff.\" He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He poured", "The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: \"O'Leary, what\n did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball\n in the yard. That's what recreation periods are for.\"", "\"I smell trouble,\" said O'Leary to the warden.", "\"It isn't,\" the warden said positively. \"Don't borrow trouble with\n all your supposing, O'Leary.\" He sipped the remains of his coffee,", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "\"O'Leary, you're a guard captain, right? And I'm your warden. You have", ": \"Detainees will be permitted\n to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings.\" And O'Leary\n was a man who lived by the book.", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "O'Leary snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was\n that for the warden to talk to him?", "The warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated,\n and picked up the long-distance phone. He said sadly to the prison", "O'Leary shook his head. \"Let her talk, Sodaro.\" It said in the\nCivil\n Service Guide to Prison Administration", "His phone was ringing. The warden picked it up irritably.\n\n\n That was the trouble with those pale blue tablets, thought O'Leary;\n they gave you a lift, but they put you on edge.", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden", "\"Evening, Cap'n.\" A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and\n touched his cap as O'Leary passed by.", "The outside guard said sourly: \"A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary\n knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. It gets the others all\n riled up.\"", "His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his\n nostrils. It was the smell of trouble. He hadn't found what the trouble", "\"Trouble?\nWhat\ntrouble?\"\n\n\n O'Leary shrugged. \"Different things. You know Lafon, from Block A? This\n afternoon, he was playing ball with the laundry orderlies in the yard.\"", "\"O'Leary,\" he said faintly, \"my mistake.\"\n\n\n And he hung up—more or less by accident; the handset dropped from his\n fingers." ], [ "The warden, faintly relieved, faintly annoyed, scolded: \"O'Leary, what\n did you want to worry me for? There's nothing wrong with playing ball\n in the yard. That's what recreation periods are for.\"", "O'Leary snapped erect, abruptly angry. Pass! What the devil way was\n that for the warden to talk to him?", "The warden raised his hand. \"Please, O'Leary, don't bother me about\n that kind of stuff.\" He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He poured", "O'Leary choked back his temper. \"Warden, I'm telling you that there's\n trouble coming up. I smell the signs.\"", "\"I smell trouble,\" said O'Leary to the warden.", "And he snapped the connection.\n\n\n O'Leary said: \"Warden, I told you I smelled trouble!\"", "The outside guard said sourly: \"A woman, for God's sake. Now O'Leary\n knows I hate it when there's a woman in here. It gets the others all\n riled up.\"", "\"It isn't,\" the warden said positively. \"Don't borrow trouble with\n all your supposing, O'Leary.\" He sipped the remains of his coffee,", "O'Leary hesitated, frowning. How could you explain to the warden that\n it didn't\nsmell\nright?", "His phone was ringing. The warden picked it up irritably.\n\n\n That was the trouble with those pale blue tablets, thought O'Leary;\n they gave you a lift, but they put you on edge.", "\"O'Leary, you're a guard captain, right? And I'm your warden. You have", "\"Excuse the expression, O'Leary,\" the warden said anxiously. \"I mean,\n after all, 'Specialization is the goal of civilization,' right?\" He was", "The warden lifted his head, glared, started feebly to speak, hesitated,\n and picked up the long-distance phone. He said sadly to the prison", "\"Well, then,\" he said at last. \"You just remember what I've told you\n tonight, O'Leary, and we'll get along fine. 'Specialization is the—'\n Oh, curse the thing.\"", "His name was Liam O'Leary and there was something stinking in his\n nostrils. It was the smell of trouble. He hadn't found what the trouble", "O'Leary stopped her. \"That's enough! Three days in Block O!\"", ": \"Detainees will be permitted\n to speak in their own behalf in disciplinary proceedings.\" And O'Leary\n was a man who lived by the book.", "\"Trouble? Trouble?\" Warden Schluckebier clutched his throat and his\n little round eyes looked terrified—as perhaps they should have. Warden", "\"Evening, Cap'n.\" A bleary old inmate orderly stood up straight and\n touched his cap as O'Leary passed by.", "Sauer shoved Flock out of the way. \"Hey, Warden!\" he said, and the\n voice was a cheerful bray, though the serpent eyes were cold and" ] ]

[ "How did Jery feel when he first encountered the security men?", "How did Baxter feel when he first met Jery?", "What does Jery do best?", "Why is the Brain so effective?", "Why were the Space Scouts sent on their mission?", "How did Jery act differently with Anders?", "How did Jery feel when going to Baxter's office the second time?", "What will happen next to Jery?" ]

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[ [ "without absolutely guaranteeing them anything, when the two security\n men came to get me. I didn't quite believe it at first, when I looked", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the", "Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in\n any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains", "There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy\n the ride, wherever we were going.\n\"\nYou\nare Jery Delvin?\"", "\"You will be informed,\" said the man again. I had to let it go at that.\n Security men were not hired for their loquaciousness. They had a car", "Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his\n highhanded treatment of my emotions. \"How nice!\" I said icily. \"Now if\n I only knew the problem!\"", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "\"Jery Delvin,\" he read, musingly and dispassionately. \"Five foot eleven\n inches tall, brown hair, slate-gray eyes. Citizen. Honest, sober,\n civic-minded, slightly antisocial....\"", "He turned, saw me, and hurriedly spat the butt out onto the cement\n floor. \"Yes, sir!\" he said loudly, throwing me a quivering salute. His\n eyes were a bit wild as they took me in.", "myself out at that airfield. I was brusque, highhanded, austere, almost\n malevolent with the pilot. And I'm ordinarily on the shy side, as a\n matter of fact.\"", "I opened my mouth, but one of the security men cut in.\n\n\n \"You will be informed,\" he said to Marge.", "\"Why, yes, I did, sir. But how did you—?\"\n\n\n \"No matter, Anders. That'll be all.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" He saluted sharply and started off.", "\"Uh-huh!\" I said, smiling. Anders just stared at me.\n\n\n I turned to the storage lockers. \"Let's see this junk they were\n suddenly deprived of.\"", "\"... Yes,\" I said, some terrified portion of my mind waiting\n masochistically for them to draw their collapsers and reduce me to a\n heap of hot protons.", "\"Jery Delvin?\" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in\n his brusque baritone.", "\"Thank you, sir,\" he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid\n position, but his face looking happier. \"See, I was supposed to pilot", "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "Then, with something like a look of relief on his blunt face, he\n snatched up a brochure from his kidney-shaped desktop and his eyes\n raced over the lettering on its face.", "2\nI stared at him, nonplussed. He'd spoken with evidence of utmost\n candor, and the Chief of Interplanetary Security was not one to be" ], [ "\"What a gesture!\" Baxter went on, hardly speaking directly to me at\n all. \"Inter-nation harmony! Good will! If these mere boys can get", "Baxter cupped his slightly jowled cheeks in his hands and propped his\n elbows on the desktop, suddenly slipping out of his high position to", "\"You have my sympathy, son,\" Baxter said, not unkindly.\n\n\n \"Thank you, sir. It hasn't been easy.\"", "Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay\n overrode his erstwhile genial features.", "\"Uh-huh,\" Baxter grunted laconically. \"It amuses you, does it?\" The\n smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of\n his narrowing eyes.", "Baxter blinked, then lost some of his scowl. \"Yes, of course;\" Baxter\n murmured, lighting up a cigar. He blew a plume of blue smoke toward the", "Baxter smiled. \"No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any\n committee or bureau or any other faction to do the picking. Hell, that", "There was a silence, during which I breathed uneasily, and a bit too\n loudly. Baxter seemed to be trying to say something.", "Baxter cleared his throat loudly. \"I understand, at last. Hence your\n slight antisocial rating. You avoid women in order to keep your job.\"", "4\n\"Strange,\" I remarked to Chief Baxter when I was seated once again in\n his office, opposite his newly replaced desk. \"I hardly acted like", "I sat back, feeling much better. \"That's right, sir.\"\n\n\n Then Baxter frowned again. \"But what's this about girls?\"", "my holster, I was a sight to strike even honest citizens into quick\n examinations of conscience. I felt a little silly, but the outfit was\n Baxter's idea.", "Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched.\n \"When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we\n had to submit the problem to the Brain.\"", "Baxter eyed me balefully, then skimmed the brochure through the air in\n my direction. I caught it just short of the carpet.", "\"Just a bit,\" Baxter said.\n\n\n I took a deep breath and tried again.", "Baxter pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment,\n then sighed, grinned wryly, and waggled an index finger at an empty\n plastic contour chair.", "Baxter looked me square in the eye. \"Damned if I know!\"\n2", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "\"The hell it is!\" Baxter snapped. \"Good grief, man, why'd you think the\n Amnesty was created in the first place?\"", "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the" ], [ "Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in\n any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains", "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without\n consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made\n accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of", "There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy\n the ride, wherever we were going.\n\"\nYou\nare Jery Delvin?\"", "\"Jery Delvin,\" he read, musingly and dispassionately. \"Five foot eleven\n inches tall, brown hair, slate-gray eyes. Citizen. Honest, sober,\n civic-minded, slightly antisocial....\"", "Baxter smiled. \"No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any\n committee or bureau or any other faction to do the picking. Hell, that", "\"It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young,\n Jery Delvin, and even the finest history course available these days", "I raised my eyebrows. \"Really? I'd be interested in seeing this junk,\n Anders.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, sir. Right this way, sir. Watch out for these rungs, they're\n slippery.\"", "Oddly enough, it worked out, and he now does nothing else. He says,\n \"I'd like to say I do this for fulfillment, or for cash, or because", "He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. \"Yes, sir,\" he said,\n after a minute. \"Even twice that, with no trouble, but—\" He caught", "tapped the medallion gently \"—in existence, Jery. So we couldn't have\n such a situation!\"", "\"Well, in my job—See, I've got this gift. I'm a spotter.\"\n\n\n \"A what?\"", "\"Jery Delvin?\" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in\n his brusque baritone.", "\"Why, yes, I did, sir. But how did you—?\"\n\n\n \"No matter, Anders. That'll be all.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" He saluted sharply and started off.", "Baxter cleared his throat loudly. \"I understand, at last. Hence your\n slight antisocial rating. You avoid women in order to keep your job.\"", "\"Thank you, sir,\" he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid\n position, but his face looking happier. \"See, I was supposed to pilot", "\"Uh-huh,\" Baxter grunted laconically. \"It amuses you, does it?\" The\n smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of\n his narrowing eyes.", "I let this sink in, then asked, \"What made you ask for a man in\n the first place, sir? I've always understood that your own staff\n represented some of the finest minds—\"" ], [ "would have put us right back where we'd been before. No, we left it up\n to the Brain. We'd find ourselves in a tight situation, and the Brain", "to make. IC had none to make. Damn it all to hell!\" He brought a meaty\n fist down on the desktop. \"No one has an explanation! All we know is\n that the Brain always picks the right man.\"", "Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched.\n \"When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we\n had to submit the problem to the Brain.\"", "unprecedented in the history of the Brain or the Amnesty.\" He grinned,\n suddenly. \"Besides, it can't happen. There's only one of these—\" he", "Baxter nodded. \"The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the\n situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray.\"", "\"Believe me, I wish I knew,\" he sighed. \"You were chosen, from all\n the inhabitants of this planet, and all the inhabitants of the Earth\n Colonies, by the Brain.\"", "the Brain. It reached a certain length, then was automatically sheared\n off within the intercom, and the sheet fell gently to the desktop.", "\"That, in a nutshell is our problem. We coded and fed to the Brain\n every shred of information at our disposal; the ages of the children,", "\"And you finally had to resort to the Brain, and it gave you my name,\n but no reason for it?\"", "the thing was out of my hands. Baxter had the information I'd come\n up with, and it had been coded and fed to the Brain. As soon as the", "\"Ah,\" said Baxter, grinning. \"I begin to. And your job is to test these\n ads, before they reach the public. What fools you for five seconds will\n fool the average consumer indefinitely.\"", "Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in\n any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "I had a sudden thought. \"Say, what happens if two men are selected by\n the Brain? Who has authority over whom?\"", "for instance, and all their physical attributes, and where they were\n last seen, and what they were wearing. Hell, everything! The machine\n took the factors, weighed them, popped them through its billions of", "I started back for Interplanetary Security, and my second—and I hoped,\n last—interview with Chief Baxter. I had a slight inkling why the Brain", "I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. \"Now you mention\n it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have\n about, the way people jump when they see it.\"", "\"Hold it, son. Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. We asked for no man.\n We asked for a solution to an important problem. And your name was what\n we got. You, son, are the solution.\"", ". At the moment, I was the most\n influential human being in the known universe.", "\"It's the Amnesty that does it,\" he said, gesturing toward the disc. It\n lay on his desk, now, along with the collapser. I felt, with the new" ], [ "After a moment, he found his voice. \"To go on, Delvin. Do you recall\n what happened to the Space Scouts last week?\"", "\"Because it's not true, Delvin,\" he said. His voice was suddenly old\n and tired, and very much in keeping with his snowy hair. \"You see, the\n Space Scouts have vanished.\"", "ceiling, then continued. \"You've heard, of course, of the Space Scouts?\"", "had chosen me; because, in the affair of the missing Space Scouts, my\n infallible talent for spotting the True within the Apparent had come\n through nicely. I had found a very interesting clinker.", "\"You understand,\" said Baxter suddenly, \"that you're to say nothing\n whatever about the disappearance of the Space Scouts until this office\n makes the news public? You know what would happen if this thing should\n leak!\"", "I nodded. \"Like the old-time Boy Scouts, only with rocket-names for\n their various troops in place of the old animal names.\"", "\"You were telling about how this gesture, the WG sending these kids\n off for an extraterrestrial romp, will cement relations between those", "the kids back here from Mars when their trip was done, and—\" He gave\n a helpless shrug. \"I dunno, sir. I got 'em all aboard, made sure they", "But when he got to Mars to find out why fifteen boys had vanished from\n a spaceship in mid-space, he found out that even his quick mind needed", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "\"They disappeared from a spaceship? While in space?\"\n\n\n Baxter nodded.\n\n\n \"But that's impossible,\" I said, shaking my head against this\n disconcerting thought.", "\"Believe me, I wish I knew,\" he sighed. \"You were chosen, from all\n the inhabitants of this planet, and all the inhabitants of the Earth\n Colonies, by the Brain.\"", "nations who have remained hostile despite the unification of all\n governments on Earth. Personally, I think it was a pretty good idea,\n myself. Everybody likes kids. Take this jam we were trying to push.", "together and travel the voids of space, then so can everyone else! Why\n should there be tensions between the various nations comprising the\n World Government, when there's none between these fine lads, one from", "were secure in the takeoff racks, and then I set my coordinates for\n Earth and took off. Just a run-of-the-mill takeoff, sir.\"", "Interplanetary Security. We've limited the shifts to four hours per man\n per day. Otherwise, they'd all be gibbering by now!\"", "\"Mars, you mean,\" I said.\n\n\n \"No, to the spaceship\nPhobos II\n. The one they were returning to Earth\n in when they disappeared.\"", "\"And when did you notice they were missing?\" I asked, looking at the\n metallic bulk of the ship and wondering what alien force could snatch\n fifteen fair-sized young boys through its impervious hull without\n leaving a trace.", "\"Well, sure, sir!\" said Anders. \"Otherwise, we'd all be swimming in our\n own sweat after a ten-hour trip across space!\"", "I started back for Interplanetary Security, and my second—and I hoped,\n last—interview with Chief Baxter. I had a slight inkling why the Brain" ], [ "\"Anders?\" I said, approaching to within five feet of him before\n halting, to get the best psychological effect from my appearance.", "\"Why, yes, I did, sir. But how did you—?\"\n\n\n \"No matter, Anders. That'll be all.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" He saluted sharply and started off.", "\"Uh-huh!\" I said, smiling. Anders just stared at me.\n\n\n I turned to the storage lockers. \"Let's see this junk they were\n suddenly deprived of.\"", "I raised my eyebrows. \"Really? I'd be interested in seeing this junk,\n Anders.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, sir. Right this way, sir. Watch out for these rungs, they're\n slippery.\"", "\"I don't really have any details,\" I said, and waited for him to take\n his cue. As an afterthought, to help him talk, I added, \"At ease, by\n the way, Anders.\"", "Anders, after a puzzled frown, obediently threw open the doors of\n the riveted tiers of metal boxes along the rear wall; the wall next", "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the", "\"Well, sure, sir!\" said Anders. \"Otherwise, we'd all be swimming in our\n own sweat after a ten-hour trip across space!\"", "Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in\n any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains", "Anders, shaking his head, moved into the pilot's section and looked at\n a dial there. \"Full, sir. But that's because I didn't drink very much,", "\"So you searched,\" I said.\n\n\n Anders nodded sorrowfully. \"Not a trace of 'em, sir. Just some of their\n junk left in their storage lockers.\"", "\"It's all right, Anders. You've been a tremendous help. Just one thing.\n When you left Mars, you took off from the night side, didn't you?\"", "I trailed Anders through the ship, from the pilot's compartment—a\n bewildering mass of dials, switches, signal lights and wire—through", "I ascended the retractable metal rungs that jutted from a point\n between the tailfins to the open airlock, twenty feet over ground\n level, and followed Anders inside the ship.", "There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy\n the ride, wherever we were going.\n\"\nYou\nare Jery Delvin?\"", "myself out at that airfield. I was brusque, highhanded, austere, almost\n malevolent with the pilot. And I'm ordinarily on the shy side, as a\n matter of fact.\"", "\"Jery Delvin,\" he read, musingly and dispassionately. \"Five foot eleven\n inches tall, brown hair, slate-gray eyes. Citizen. Honest, sober,\n civic-minded, slightly antisocial....\"", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "Anders, hopelessly lost, could only nod wearily.\n\n\n \"Would it hold—\" I did some quick mental arithmetic—\"let's say, about\n twenty-four extra cubic feet?\"" ], [ "Baxter cupped his slightly jowled cheeks in his hands and propped his\n elbows on the desktop, suddenly slipping out of his high position to", "There was a silence, during which I breathed uneasily, and a bit too\n loudly. Baxter seemed to be trying to say something.", "I started back for Interplanetary Security, and my second—and I hoped,\n last—interview with Chief Baxter. I had a slight inkling why the Brain", "4\n\"Strange,\" I remarked to Chief Baxter when I was seated once again in\n his office, opposite his newly replaced desk. \"I hardly acted like", "\"Uh-huh,\" Baxter grunted laconically. \"It amuses you, does it?\" The\n smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of\n his narrowing eyes.", "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the", "Baxter blinked, then lost some of his scowl. \"Yes, of course;\" Baxter\n murmured, lighting up a cigar. He blew a plume of blue smoke toward the", "\"Just a bit,\" Baxter said.\n\n\n I took a deep breath and tried again.", "I sat back, feeling much better. \"That's right, sir.\"\n\n\n Then Baxter frowned again. \"But what's this about girls?\"", "\"You have my sympathy, son,\" Baxter said, not unkindly.\n\n\n \"Thank you, sir. It hasn't been easy.\"", "Baxter pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment,\n then sighed, grinned wryly, and waggled an index finger at an empty\n plastic contour chair.", "Baxter cleared his throat loudly. \"I understand, at last. Hence your\n slight antisocial rating. You avoid women in order to keep your job.\"", "Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay\n overrode his erstwhile genial features.", "He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. \"Yes, sir,\" he said,\n after a minute. \"Even twice that, with no trouble, but—\" He caught", "Baxter eyed me balefully, then skimmed the brochure through the air in\n my direction. I caught it just short of the carpet.", "my holster, I was a sight to strike even honest citizens into quick\n examinations of conscience. I felt a little silly, but the outfit was\n Baxter's idea.", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "I had a horrible suspicion. \"Not again?\" I said softly.\n\n\n Baxter swore under his breath. Then he reached across the desktop and\n tossed me the Amnesty.", "Baxter smiled. \"No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any\n committee or bureau or any other faction to do the picking. Hell, that", "Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched.\n \"When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we\n had to submit the problem to the Brain.\"" ], [ "time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery\n had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the", "There was nothing for me to do but sweat it out and to try and enjoy\n the ride, wherever we were going.\n\"\nYou\nare Jery Delvin?\"", "Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in\n any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains", "\"It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young,\n Jery Delvin, and even the finest history course available these days", "in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security\n told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's\n greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental", "\"Jery Delvin,\" he read, musingly and dispassionately. \"Five foot eleven\n inches tall, brown hair, slate-gray eyes. Citizen. Honest, sober,\n civic-minded, slightly antisocial....\"", "He looked at me for a long moment, then picked up that brochure again,\n and said, without referring to it, \"Jery Delvin, five foot eleven\n inches tall—\"", "was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without\n consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made\n accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of", "I raised my eyebrows. \"Really? I'd be interested in seeing this junk,\n Anders.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, sir. Right this way, sir. Watch out for these rungs, they're\n slippery.\"", "end of the whole puzzle of THE SECRET MARTIANS—with Jery as the first\n to go!", "\"Uh-huh!\" I said, smiling. Anders just stared at me.\n\n\n I turned to the storage lockers. \"Let's see this junk they were\n suddenly deprived of.\"", "Baxter smiled. \"No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any\n committee or bureau or any other faction to do the picking. Hell, that", "\"\nW-Will\nI be back?\" I asked desperately, as we waited for the\n elevator. \"At all? Am I under arrest? What's up, anyhow?\"", "\"Thank you, sir,\" he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid\n position, but his face looking happier. \"See, I was supposed to pilot", "He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. \"Yes, sir,\" he said,\n after a minute. \"Even twice that, with no trouble, but—\" He caught", "tapped the medallion gently \"—in existence, Jery. So we couldn't have\n such a situation!\"", "\"Jery Delvin?\" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in\n his brusque baritone.", "After a moment, he found his voice. \"To go on, Delvin. Do you recall\n what happened to the Space Scouts last week?\"", "\"You will be informed,\" said the man again. I had to let it go at that.\n Security men were not hired for their loquaciousness. They had a car", "I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. \"Now you mention\n it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have\n about, the way people jump when they see it.\"" ] ]

[ "What didn't William get accused of as a young boy?", "What was the one thing William admitted to doing?", "Which word doesn't describe Partridge?", "Which word best describes William?", "Did William kill the man?", "Once William received the money from Partridge, what didn't he decide to do?", "Who didn't William say strange things to?", "Is it likely for William to have a normal life in the future?", "Did Partridge's attempt to help William atone for his sins help?", "What should probably happen to William?" ]

[ [ "lying to his parents", "wetting the bed", "calling his mother names", "stealing from his parents" ], [ "stealing while at school", "stealing from the church", "doing drugs", "lying to people" ], [ "suspicious", "compassionate", "patient", "sympathetic" ], [ "careful", "manipulative", "innocent", "troubled" ], [ "no - he watched the men do it, but William thought it was the spirits", "yes, though he doesn't remember", "yes - he used the pipe and killed the man", "no - the two men did it when William's back was turned" ], [ "research the murder", "clean himself up", "eat his fill", "make a better future for himself" ], [ "a man at the restaurant", "his father", "the librarian", "Partridge" ], [ "yes - he knows how to take care of himself", "no - he will probably waste all of his money", "yes, if he ignores the jabberwocks", "no - he seems to have a lot of demons that will impact his life" ], [ "yes - everything that happened to William after that was positive", "yes - William will improve his life because of the help", "no - William spent it all immediately", "no - William is still hearing, seeing, and saying things" ], [ "he should find out who killed the man", "he should find a job with the labor union", "he should try to reconnect with his parents", "he should seek professional help" ] ]

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[ [ "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "Because they were real, I talked about them as if they were real, and\n I almost earned a bunk in the home for retarded children until I got\n smart enough to keep the beasts to myself.", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "The first thing I can remember, the start of all this, was when I was\n four or five somebody was soiling my bed for me. I absolutely was not", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "on my ninth birthday. The trouble came from the notes written in my\n awkward hand that she found, calling her names I didn't understand.\n Sometimes there were drawings. I didn't write those notes or make those", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "\"William Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "It was the size of a small boy, like the small boy who looked like me\n that they used to destroy when I was locked up with them in the dark.", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "I suppose I was to blame anyway. If I hadn't been alive, if I hadn't\n been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "My trouble there was that I was always being framed for stealing. I\n didn't take any of those things they located in my bunk. Stealing", "had done to the young boy. It was sort of nostalgic watching them, but\n I really got bored with all that violence and killing and killing the\n same kill over and over. Like watching the Saturday night string of", "\"Punished for a sin? But, Brother, I've always had it like this, as\n long as I can remember. What kind of a sin could I have committed when\n I was fresh out of my crib?\"", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "\"People are always watching me, Brother,\" I said. \"So now they do it\n even when they aren't around. I should have known it would come to\n that.\"", "My mother and father must have been glad when I was sent away to reform\n school after my thirteenth birthday party, the one no one came to." ], [ "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"William Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "When he began his talk with \"You got your health, don't you?\" it\n touched those spots inside me. That was when I did it.", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "I suppose I was to blame anyway. If I hadn't been alive, if I hadn't\n been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see", "succeed, man\"? No, he had to use that one line. You wouldn't blame me.\n Not if you believe me.", "and somebody building a fix in one of the booths. I could see charred\n matches dropping down on the floor next to his tennis shoes, and even a\n few grains of white stuff. But he managed to hold still enough to keep", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew.", "\"I don't know,\" I confessed. \"I certainly haven't done anything that\n bad in\nthis\nlife.\"", "lying.\nOne day, to prove me a liar, he opened and closed the door a few times\n from outside. The light winked off and on, off and on, always shining", "I winked. \"It was just a bet for me to say that to you. I won two\n bucks. Half of it is yours.\" I held out the bill to him.", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "\"Perhaps this will help in your atonement,\" he said.\n\n\n I crumpled it into my pocket fast. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, I'm\n pretty sure he hadn't noticed it was a twenty.", "They sighed. I think they hated to do it, but I was bucking the system." ], [ "Partridge prodded me with his bony fingers as if making sure I was\n substantial. \"Come. Let's sit down, if you can remove your fist from\n the money box.\"", "\"Remarkable,\" Partridge finally said when I got so hoarse I had to take\n a break. \"One is almost—\nalmost", "As long as it stalled off the cops, I'd talk to Partridge.", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "\"I believe you,\" Partridge said, surprised at himself.", "myself, rolling sailors and the like. Who had the price of a bottle?\nPartridge didn't seem to notice me, but I knew that was an act. I knew", "\"I've got something better than a conscience,\" I told him.\nBrother Partridge regarded me solemnly. \"There must be something", "\"This,\" Brother Partridge said, \"is one of the most profound\n experiences of my life.\"", "Partridge's. Let's see, it was daylight outside again, so this was the\n day after Thanksgiving. But it had only been sixteen or twenty hours\n since I had slept. That was enough.", "While keeping a lookout for Partridge and somebody stepping out of the\n kitchen for a pull on a bottle, I spotted the clock for the first", "knotted hair. Partridge was supposed to think I was just a bum. As\n an inspiration, I hugged my chest to make him think I was some wino", "After some time Sister Partridge bustled in and snapped on the overhead\n lights and I kept talking. The brother still hadn't used the phone to\n call the cops.", "\"I may be able to help you,\" Brother Partridge said, \"if you have faith\n and a conscience.\"", "My head hinged until it lined my eyes up with Brother Partridge. The\n pipe hung heavy in my pocket, but he was too far from me.", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "They passed me, every one of them, and marched out of the meeting\n room into the kitchen. Even Partridge made his way down from the", "the things I wanted.\nIt was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's\n mission on Durbin Street.", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew." ], [ "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "\"William Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "\"Remarkable,\" Partridge finally said when I got so hoarse I had to take\n a break. \"One is almost—\nalmost", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew.", "and somebody building a fix in one of the booths. I could see charred\n matches dropping down on the floor next to his tennis shoes, and even a\n few grains of white stuff. But he managed to hold still enough to keep", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "I was alone, marking time behind the closed half of double doors. One\n good breath and I raced past the open door and flattened myself to the", "holding it so stiff, staring out through the glass. More than that, I\n could feel the jabberwocks staring at me. You know how it is. You can", "succeed, man\"? No, he had to use that one line. You wouldn't blame me.\n Not if you believe me.", "Except this was a man, scaled down to child's size. He had sort of an\n ugly, worried, tired, stupid look and he wore a shiny suit with a piece", "\"I\nalways\nget apprehended somehow, Brother,\" I said. \"I'm pretty\n special.\"\n\n\n \"Your name?\"", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "As I passed the counterman's friend on his stool, my voice said, \"I\n think you're yellow.\"\n\n\n He turned slowly, his jaw moving further away from his brain.", "Partridge prodded me with his bony fingers as if making sure I was\n substantial. \"Come. Let's sit down, if you can remove your fist from\n the money box.\"" ], [ "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "It didn't take me long to find the story. The victim was a big man,\n because the story was on the second page of the Nov. 4 edition.", "There was a big man in a heavy wool overcoat and gray homburg spread on\n a damp centerfold from the\nNews\n. There was a pick-up slip from the\n warehouse under the fingers of one hand, and somebody had beaten his\n brains out.", "succeed, man\"? No, he had to use that one line. You wouldn't blame me.\n Not if you believe me.", "dead behind the store last night. His skull had been crushed by a\n vicious beating with a heavy implement, Coroner McClain announced in", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "When he began his talk with \"You got your health, don't you?\" it\n touched those spots inside me. That was when I did it.", "I suppose I was to blame anyway. If I hadn't been alive, if I hadn't\n been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew.", "\"William Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "I was a man, not a monkey. I knew why I couldn't get my hand out. But I\n couldn't lose that money, especially that century bill. Calm, I ordered", "I was alone, marking time behind the closed half of double doors. One\n good breath and I raced past the open door and flattened myself to the", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried." ], [ "Partridge prodded me with his bony fingers as if making sure I was\n substantial. \"Come. Let's sit down, if you can remove your fist from\n the money box.\"", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "As long as it stalled off the cops, I'd talk to Partridge.", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "\"I believe you,\" Partridge said, surprised at himself.", "myself, rolling sailors and the like. Who had the price of a bottle?\nPartridge didn't seem to notice me, but I knew that was an act. I knew", "After some time Sister Partridge bustled in and snapped on the overhead\n lights and I kept talking. The brother still hadn't used the phone to\n call the cops.", "\"I've got something better than a conscience,\" I told him.\nBrother Partridge regarded me solemnly. \"There must be something", "My head hinged until it lined my eyes up with Brother Partridge. The\n pipe hung heavy in my pocket, but he was too far from me.", "I was a man, not a monkey. I knew why I couldn't get my hand out. But I\n couldn't lose that money, especially that century bill. Calm, I ordered", "the things I wanted.\nIt was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's\n mission on Durbin Street.", "\"Perhaps this will help in your atonement,\" he said.\n\n\n I crumpled it into my pocket fast. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, I'm\n pretty sure he hadn't noticed it was a twenty.", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "Partridge's. Let's see, it was daylight outside again, so this was the\n day after Thanksgiving. But it had only been sixteen or twenty hours\n since I had slept. That was enough.", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "He ambled over to the money box on the wall. He tapped the bottom\n lightly and a box with no top slid out of the slightly larger box. He\n reached in, fished out the bill and presented it to me.", "\"I may be able to help you,\" Brother Partridge said, \"if you have faith\n and a conscience.\"", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "His paw closed over the money and punched me on the biceps. Too hard.\n He winked back. \"It's okay.\"" ], [ "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "I didn't say it, but I was used to my voice independently saying\n things. Her neck got to flaming, but she walked stiffly ahead. She", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "holding it so stiff, staring out through the glass. More than that, I\n could feel the jabberwocks staring at me. You know how it is. You can", "Because they were real, I talked about them as if they were real, and\n I almost earned a bunk in the home for retarded children until I got\n smart enough to keep the beasts to myself.", "everybody\ncould hear but which I didn't say. It wasn't any worse to\n be the\nonly\none who could hear other things I never said. I was as", "didn't say anything. She must be awful mad, I decided. But then I got\n the idea she was flushed with pleasure. I'm pretty ugly and I looked", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "\"Remarkable,\" Partridge finally said when I got so hoarse I had to take\n a break. \"One is almost—\nalmost", "Partridge prodded me with his bony fingers as if making sure I was\n substantial. \"Come. Let's sit down, if you can remove your fist from\n the money box.\"", "\"People are always watching me, Brother,\" I said. \"So now they do it\n even when they aren't around. I should have known it would come to\n that.\"", "As I passed the counterman's friend on his stool, my voice said, \"I\n think you're yellow.\"\n\n\n He turned slowly, his jaw moving further away from his brain.", "It was my voice, but it didn't come from me. There were no words, no\n feeling of words in my throat. It just came out of the air the way it\n always did.", "wall. Crockery was ringing and men were slurping inside. No one had\n paid any attention to me. That was pretty odd. People usually watch my" ], [ "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "\"And you think I'm being punished for something I did in a previous\n life?\"\n\n\n He looked at me in disbelief. \"What else could it be?\"", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "and somebody building a fix in one of the booths. I could see charred\n matches dropping down on the floor next to his tennis shoes, and even a\n few grains of white stuff. But he managed to hold still enough to keep", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew.", "holding it so stiff, staring out through the glass. More than that, I\n could feel the jabberwocks staring at me. You know how it is. You can", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "succeed, man\"? No, he had to use that one line. You wouldn't blame me.\n Not if you believe me.", "I suppose I was to blame anyway. If I hadn't been alive, if I hadn't\n been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see", "The pipe was suddenly a weight I wanted off me. I would try robbing\n a collection box, knowing positively that I would get caught, but I", "\"Perhaps this will help in your atonement,\" he said.\n\n\n I crumpled it into my pocket fast. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, I'm\n pretty sure he hadn't noticed it was a twenty.", "\"People are always watching me, Brother,\" I said. \"So now they do it\n even when they aren't around. I should have known it would come to\n that.\"", "I was alone, marking time behind the closed half of double doors. One\n good breath and I raced past the open door and flattened myself to the", "The first thing I can remember, the start of all this, was when I was\n four or five somebody was soiling my bed for me. I absolutely was not" ], [ "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "\"I may be able to help you,\" Brother Partridge said, \"if you have faith\n and a conscience.\"", "Partridge prodded me with his bony fingers as if making sure I was\n substantial. \"Come. Let's sit down, if you can remove your fist from\n the money box.\"", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "when I got out of the reformatory and the one when I tried to steal\n Brother Partridge's money, I killed a man.", "\"I've got something better than a conscience,\" I told him.\nBrother Partridge regarded me solemnly. \"There must be something", "\"Perhaps this will help in your atonement,\" he said.\n\n\n I crumpled it into my pocket fast. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, I'm\n pretty sure he hadn't noticed it was a twenty.", "As long as it stalled off the cops, I'd talk to Partridge.", "\"I believe you,\" Partridge said, surprised at himself.", "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "After some time Sister Partridge bustled in and snapped on the overhead\n lights and I kept talking. The brother still hadn't used the phone to\n call the cops.", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "\"Brothers,\" Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a\n beaming smile, \"you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup", "myself, rolling sailors and the like. Who had the price of a bottle?\nPartridge didn't seem to notice me, but I knew that was an act. I knew", "\"This,\" Brother Partridge said, \"is one of the most profound\n experiences of my life.\"", "the things I wanted.\nIt was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's\n mission on Durbin Street.", "\"Remarkable,\" Partridge finally said when I got so hoarse I had to take\n a break. \"One is almost—\nalmost", "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "My head hinged until it lined my eyes up with Brother Partridge. The\n pipe hung heavy in my pocket, but he was too far from me.", "Partridge's. Let's see, it was daylight outside again, so this was the\n day after Thanksgiving. But it had only been sixteen or twenty hours\n since I had slept. That was enough." ], [ "almost\n—reminded of Job. William, you are\n being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure.\"", "\"William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will\n lift from you.\"", "the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for\n looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling\n Brother Partridge about the accident, or murder, or whatever had", "\"Of course you have, William! Say you don't remember. Say you don't\n want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!\"", "Then lying there, bleeding to myself, I heard them talking. I heard\n noises like\nmake an example of him\nand\ndo something permanent\nand I\n squirmed away across the rubbish like a polite mouse.", "I suppose I was to blame anyway. If I hadn't been alive, if I hadn't\n been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see", "And then the bill seemed to lie there, heavy, a lead weight. It would\n have been different if I had managed to get it out of the box myself.\n You know how it is.", "\"William, all I can tell you is that time means nothing in Heaven. Do\n you deny the transmigration of souls?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" I said, \"I've had no personal experience—\"", "\"Perhaps this will help in your atonement,\" he said.\n\n\n I crumpled it into my pocket fast. Not meaning to sound ungrateful, I'm\n pretty sure he hadn't noticed it was a twenty.", "succeed, man\"? No, he had to use that one line. You wouldn't blame me.\n Not if you believe me.", "\"William Hagle.\" No sense lying. I had been booked and printed before.", "The pipe was suddenly a weight I wanted off me. I would try robbing\n a collection box, knowing positively that I would get caught, but I", "\"And you think I'm being punished for something I did in a previous\n life?\"\n\n\n He looked at me in disbelief. \"What else could it be?\"", "When he began his talk with \"You got your health, don't you?\" it\n touched those spots inside me. That was when I did it.", "didn't say anything. She must be awful mad, I decided. But then I got\n the idea she was flushed with pleasure. I'm pretty ugly and I looked", "\"People are always watching me, Brother,\" I said. \"So now they do it\n even when they aren't around. I should have known it would come to\n that.\"", "It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I\n shook off the dizziness of it. \"By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going\n to give it a try!\" I cried.", "They were real to me. They never touched me, but they had a little boy.\n He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to\n him.", "Fats hit me high. Long-legs hit me low. I blew cracker crumbs into\n their faces. After that, I just let them go. I know how to take a\n beating. That's one thing I knew.", "\"Punished for a sin? But, Brother, I've always had it like this, as\n long as I can remember. What kind of a sin could I have committed when\n I was fresh out of my crib?\"" ] ]

[ "Who is the least lovable character in The Thin Red Line?", "What wouldn't the author say of Malick?", "How doesn't the author feel about Bill Clinton?", "Which would the author say of both directors?", "When discussing these films, which word best describes the author?", "What isn't true about A Civil Action?", "Why did the author discuss the movies in this text?", "What does the author seem to like to see in movies?" ]

[ [ "Private Bell", "Lieutenant Colonel Tall", "Captain Staros", "Seargant Welsh" ], [ "he knows how to bring out the beauty amongst war", "he told a well-rounded story of war", "he's a philosophical thinker", "he did more than just make a war movie" ], [ "he's a self-serving person", "no one can capture his personality in film", "he knows when to quit", "he's a corrupt politician" ], [ "they missed a key component in their films", "there were times when the movies were unclear", "the films portrayed the real characters poorly", "the visual imagery was done well" ], [ "vague", "optimistic", "knowledgeable ", "biased" ], [ "it is weaker than the book at times", "the actors portray the character emotions well", "the protagonists win at the end of the film", "Beatrice and Grace were financially impacted because of the film" ], [ "they're all based on real-world events", "they're all meant to improve our views on historical events", "they all had famous, excellent actors", "they're all well-written by famous screenwriters" ], [ "movies that stay true to the books and original scripts", "movies that dig deeper into life's realities", "unpredictability in the story line", "movies that show the good in people" ] ]

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[ "What isn't something that Harshorne-Logan has?", "What is the time warp typically used for?", "What wasn't strange about the dress purchased?", "Which word least describes Mrs. Burnett?", "What wasn't abnormal in the detective kit?", "What didn't Ann receive from Hartshorne-Logan?", "What theme could be taken from this story?" ]

[ [ "doorbells", "strong liquor", "a time machine", "vacuum cleaner bags" ], [ "to visit deceased family members", "to look into the future to discover inventions", "to fix mistakes made recently by the company", "to revisit holiday parties" ], [ "it spoke to Sally ", "it wouldn't come off", "it made Sally levitate", "it changed colors" ], [ "neighborly", "serious", "irritable", "elderly" ], [ "the white powder", "the toy gun", "the Detectolite", "the flashlight" ], [ "a letter regarding money owed", "a package with incorrect items", "a response to her complaint letter", "a manky" ], [ "don't try to change the past", "it's important to try new things", "people can't be trusted", "there's a solution to every problem" ] ]

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

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

[ [ "Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This\n poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!\"\nMilly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form:", "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "barely remember her as a real old woman. But I remember that my\n grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some\n trouble her mother had once with the firm. My mother didn't want me to", "He wasn't hurt. But the impact knocked the hallowed portrait of H. H.\n Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. It tinkled imposingly as its", "pleasing a customer should have its limits!\nThe Christmas party at the Boston branch of Hartshorne-Logan was\n threatening to become more legendary than usual this Christmas.", "The label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to\n the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But", "Ann crumpled the letter and threw it into the imitation fireplace,\n knowing perfectly well that it would need to be retrieved for Les after\n work tonight. She had just decided to call Hartshorne-Logan's complaint\n department when the phone rang.", "\"I'll get dinner,\" she said, trying to keep her voice on an even keel.\n \"Maybe you'd better start a letter to Hartshorne-Logan. Let's go into\n the kitchen, Sally.\"", "\"This thing has never been processed!\" Raising his voice, he shouted\n jovially, \"Hey, people! You're all fired! Here's an order that", "\"The poor woman must be dead by now,\" he objected, secretly angry\n that he hadn't thought of such a fine party stunt himself. Then he", "claims it was just accident that he tried it out when he was walking\n by the gym during calisthenics. We've had to call upon every family\n in the neighborhood for blankets. Bob has always been a good boy and", "\"We'd better put old H. H. away for safekeeping until after the\n holiday,\" he told a small, blonde salesclerk who was beneath his\n attention on any working day.", "The recently developed liquors which affected the bloodstream three\n times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed\n trees and midnight church services.", "Mr. Hawkins put his arm around Milly in a way that he intended to\n look fatherly. It didn't. \"Well, now. Since it's your relative, let's", "\"Don't bother about the girls' clothing,\" Bob said, \"because it was\n only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did\n before I left the house.\"", "\"Excitement isn't good for me,\" Mrs. Burnett said testily. \"I've had a\n lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet.\"\n\n\n \"Your husband is better?\"", "It was green and she had ordered blue. It didn't remotely resemble\n the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue\n illustration. Moreover, the shoulders were lumpier than any small\n girl's dress should be.", "He peered into the box for an instruction sheet, uselessly. \"They must\n have made a mistake. It looks like some kind of farm equipment.\"", "Les didn't hear her. He strode to the detective set, followed at a safe\n distance by the eyeball, and picked up the box.", "\"Queer,\" he said. \"That isn't in contact with the door itself. I don't\n see how it can keep the door from opening.\"" ], [ "brightened. \"Unless—\" he said it loud enough for the employes to scent\n a great proposal and the room grew quiet—\"unless we broke the rules\n just once and used the time warp on a big mission!\"", "There was a silence. Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner:\n \"Would the warp work over eighty years? We were always told that it\n must be used only for complaints within three days.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhat better way to use a time machine than\n \nto handle department store complaints? But", "\"I think the Detectolite did it,\" Bob said. \"The instructions say\n you've got to be very careful with it, because its effects last for a\n long time.\"", "in a long time. That voice you heard was the new doorbell. I put it up\n while you were in the kitchen. Did you hear what happened when old lady\n Burnett out there pushed the button?\"", "She picked up the child, felt the hot forehead, and said: \"Les, I think\n it's the same dress. It must change color or something when it's time", "It seemed to be stuck somewhere. When Ann released the child's arms to\n loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then\n began to float three inches above the ground. She landed just before", "\"I forgot about it,\" Bob continued, \"when that ray gun accidentally\n went off. Then when they put me in the principal's office, I had time", "and said: \"Les, about Sally. Put her down a minute and watch what she\n does.\"\nLes stared at his wife and put the child onto the rug. Sally began to", "pocket and didn't dare look back at her daughter's unsettling means of\n propulsion.\nA half-hour later, when the meal was almost ready, two things happened:", "time they get my second letter, they'll have answered my first letter.\n Then they'll write again.\" Out of consideration for Sally, she omitted\n the expletives that she wanted to add.", "Sally had been mumbling half-deliriously. She made no effort to resist\n as the doctor picked her up. But when he raised a fold of the dress and\n began to pull it back, she screamed.", "Les kicked the hassock into the hall closet, tossed the manky in after\n it and shut the door firmly. As the door closed, he saw the entire\n interior of the dark closet brighten into a wet-lettuce green.", "The back door was already open, because it was a warm day. The screen\n door had no latch, held closed by a simple spring. Ann pushed it open\n when Mrs. Burnett waddled up the three back steps, and smiled at her\n neighbor.", "of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The\n physician smoothed the folds hastily back into place.", "\"That's the doorbell, I think,\" he said, looking at the next object. It\n had a lovely, tubular shape, a half-dozen connecting rods and a plug\n for a wall socket.", "Les began scrubbing his hands vigorously at the sink. Ann watched him\n silently, until she saw his fingerprints appear on the faucet, the soap", "\"The children have some new toys,\" Ann improvised hastily. \"Sally is\n so excited over a new dress that she's positively feverish. Let's see\n now—it was sugar that you want, wasn't it?\"", "\"It's probably the wrong size, too,\" Ann said, pulling off Sally's\n dress to try it on. \"Let's find as many things to complain about as we", "\"It's murder!\" she screamed. \"Murder again! He's been poisoned! He's\n going to die! It means the electric chair!\"" ], [ "Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But\n in cut and fold, it was suspiciously like the dress that had arrived in\n the parcel. Her heart sank.", "It was green and she had ordered blue. It didn't remotely resemble\n the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue\n illustration. Moreover, the shoulders were lumpier than any small\n girl's dress should be.", "can.\"\nThe dress fitted precisely, except for the absurd shoulder bumps. Sally\n was radiant for a moment. Then her small face sobered and she started\n to look vacantly at the distant wall.", "\"My God!\" Ann forgot her tongue before the children. \"She got out of\n that dress herself. Where did she get that nightgown?\"", "\"Your dress ought to be here,\" Ann said. She found scissors in her\n sewing box, tossed a cushion onto the floor, sat on it, and began to\n open the parcel.", "She picked up the child, felt the hot forehead, and said: \"Les, I think\n it's the same dress. It must change color or something when it's time", "Sally had been mumbling half-deliriously. She made no effort to resist\n as the doctor picked her up. But when he raised a fold of the dress and\n began to pull it back, she screamed.", "It seemed to be stuck somewhere. When Ann released the child's arms to\n loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then\n began to float three inches above the ground. She landed just before", "But Sally was delighted. \"Mine!\" she shrilled, grabbing for the dress.", "\"Don't bother about the girls' clothing,\" Bob said, \"because it was\n only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did\n before I left the house.\"", "\"The children have some new toys,\" Ann improvised hastily. \"Sally is\n so excited over a new dress that she's positively feverish. Let's see\n now—it was sugar that you want, wasn't it?\"", "He said: \"It's all right. There must be balloons or something in the\n shoulders of that dress. I'll tie a paperweight to Sally's dress and", "She tried to take it off, but the child squawked violently. Ann grabbed\n her daughter's arms, held them above her head and pulled at the dress.", "The doctor dropped the dress and looked in perplexity at the point\n where it touched Sally's skin.", "\"It's apparently an allergy to some new kind of material. But I don't\n understand why the dress won't come off. It's not stuck tight.\"", "of the cloth. Sally writhed and kicked, then collapsed in a faint. The\n physician smoothed the folds hastily back into place.", "When daylight entered her room, Sally's nightgown had turned back into\n the new dress. But the little girl was too sick to get out of bed.", "slightly crushed thin cardboard box lay on top. Ann pulled out the\n dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. Then she groaned.", "\"It's probably the wrong size, too,\" Ann said, pulling off Sally's\n dress to try it on. \"Let's find as many things to complain about as we", "\"That's funny,\" Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment.\n \"It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of\n the doorbell.\"" ], [ "\"Excitement isn't good for me,\" Mrs. Burnett said testily. \"I've had a\n lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet.\"\n\n\n \"Your husband is better?\"", "\"Les, I think we've made poor Mrs. Burnett angry,\" Ann said. \"She's so\n upset over her poor husband's health and she thinks we're insulting\n her.\"", "Something seemed to impede Mrs. Burnett as she came to the threshold.\n She frowned and shoved her portly frame against something invisible.\n It apparently yielded abruptly, because she staggered forward into", "\"Worse. I'm sure I don't know why everything happens to me.\" Mrs.\n Burnett edged toward the hall, trying to peer into the front of the", "house. Ann stood squarely in front of the door leading to the hall.\n Defeated, Mrs. Burnett left. A muffled volley of handclapping, mixed", "Mrs. Burnett had broken free. She dashed halfway down the sidewalk,\n gesticulating wildly to nobody in particular.", "and said: \"Les, about Sally. Put her down a minute and watch what she\n does.\"\nLes stared at his wife and put the child onto the rug. Sally began to", "Ann went to the door and turned the knob. The door didn't open. The\n figure of Mrs. Burnett, half-visible through the heavy curtain, shifted\n impatiently on the porch.", "Burnett at the door. Shrieks that sounded like \"Murder!\" came sharply\n through the window.", "Ann put her mouth close to the glass, shouting: \"Won't you come to the\n back door, Mrs. Burnett? This one is stuck.\"", "specialist.\"\nAnn was peering through the window, curious about the ambulance despite\n her own troubles. She saw two attendants carry Mr. Burnett, motionless", "The back door was already open, because it was a warm day. The screen\n door had no latch, held closed by a simple spring. Ann pushed it open\n when Mrs. Burnett waddled up the three back steps, and smiled at her\n neighbor.", "\"I was afraid this would happen,\" Les said. \"The poor woman already has\n lost three husbands. If this one is sick, it's no wonder she thinks\n that somebody is poisoning him.\"", "\"My God!\" Ann forgot her tongue before the children. \"She got out of\n that dress herself. Where did she get that nightgown?\"", "Bob stuck his head around the bedroom door. His mother stared\n unbelievingly for a moment, then advanced on him threateningly.\n Something in his face restrained her, just as she was about to start\n shaking him.", "She looked worriedly into the reddened eyes of the small girl, who\n whimpered on the way to the bedroom. Ann carried her up the stairs,\n keeping her balance with difficulty, as Sally threatened to pop upward\n out of her arms.", "thrill the old girl. We wouldn't have vacuum sacks any more. So we'll\n substitute a manky!\"\nAnn Hartley was returning from mailing the letter when she found the", "in a long time. That voice you heard was the new doorbell. I put it up\n while you were in the kitchen. Did you hear what happened when old lady\n Burnett out there pushed the button?\"", "Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This\n poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!\"\nMilly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form:", "\"The children have some new toys,\" Ann improvised hastily. \"Sally is\n so excited over a new dress that she's positively feverish. Let's see\n now—it was sugar that you want, wasn't it?\"" ], [ "\"Hey, that's mine,\" Bob said. \"You know, this is a funny detective kit.\n That was in it. But there aren't instructions on how it works.\"", "Les didn't hear her. He strode to the detective set, followed at a safe\n distance by the eyeball, and picked up the box.", "The bottom of the carton contained the detective outfit that they had\n ordered for their son. Ann glanced at its glaringly lithographed cover", "\"I think the Detectolite did it,\" Bob said. \"The instructions say\n you've got to be very careful with it, because its effects last for a\n long time.\"", "Ann stared at her son. He stared back at her, the detective outfit\n under his arm.", "\"I already have it,\" Bob said, handing a filled cup to his mother.\n The boy turned back to the detective set which he had spread over the\n kitchen table.", "Les looked at his hands. \"I didn't do it,\" he said, pressing his clean\n fingertips against the kitchen table.", "\"Best electric doorbell. Junior detective kit. Disposable sacks for\n vacuum cleaner. Dress for three-year-old girl.\" She turned to the", "to think, and I remembered. I put some white stuff from the detective\n kit into that sugar we lent Mrs. Burnett last night. I just wanted to\n see what would happen. I don't know exactly what effect—\"", "The doctor looked closely at the fingertips. \"Every human has natural\n oil on the skin. That's how detectives get results with their", "\"Queer,\" he said. \"That isn't in contact with the door itself. I don't\n see how it can keep the door from opening.\"", "He peered into the box for an instruction sheet, uselessly. \"They must\n have made a mistake. It looks like some kind of farm equipment.\"", "\"He put stuff in the sugar?\" A deep, booming voice came from the front\n of the house. Mother and son looked through the hall. A policeman stood", "\"Don't bother about the girls' clothing,\" Bob said, \"because it was\n only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did\n before I left the house.\"", "fingerprints on everything I touch. I can't handle correspondence or\n shake hands with customers. How's the kid? What's the ambulance doing\n out front?\"", "A sorting clerk in the mail order department wasn't used to liquor. She\n picked up the envelope and looked around vaguely for the mail-opening\n machine.", "The policeman stepped over the threshold. A blue flash darted from\n the doorbell box, striking him squarely on the chest. The policeman\n staggered back, sitting down abruptly on the porch. A scent of ozone\n drifted through the house.", "Dr. Schwartz pulled scissors from his bag and clipped at a sleeve. When\n he had cut it to the shoulder, he gently began to peel back the edges", "Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But\n in cut and fold, it was suspiciously like the dress that had arrived in\n the parcel. Her heart sank.", "\"Your order's here? Good. What's this thing?\" He was looking at a small\n box he had pulled from the carton. Its lid contained a single word:\n MANKY. The box rattled when he shook it." ], [ "The mailman brought a letter from Hartshorne-Logan. Ann stared stupidly\n at the envelope, until she realized that this wasn't an impossibly", "Hartshorne-Logan never filled! We can't have such carelessness. This\n poor woman has waited eighty years for her merchandise!\"\nMilly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form:", "Ann crumpled the letter and threw it into the imitation fireplace,\n knowing perfectly well that it would need to be retrieved for Les after\n work tonight. She had just decided to call Hartshorne-Logan's complaint\n department when the phone rang.", "barely remember her as a real old woman. But I remember that my\n grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some\n trouble her mother had once with the firm. My mother didn't want me to", "\"I'll get dinner,\" she said, trying to keep her voice on an even keel.\n \"Maybe you'd better start a letter to Hartshorne-Logan. Let's go into\n the kitchen, Sally.\"", "The label was addressed in a wandering scrawl, a sharp contrast to\n the impersonal typing on the customary Hartshorne-Logan bundles. But", "Ann went to the door and turned the knob. The door didn't open. The\n figure of Mrs. Burnett, half-visible through the heavy curtain, shifted\n impatiently on the porch.", "Ann immediately felt better. She put her hands behind her back, pulled\n off her ring and slipped it into her apron pocket. Les was sentimental\n about her removing it.", "It was green and she had ordered blue. It didn't remotely resemble\n the dress she had admired from the Hartshorne-Logan catalogue\n illustration. Moreover, the shoulders were lumpier than any small\n girl's dress should be.", "thrill the old girl. We wouldn't have vacuum sacks any more. So we'll\n substitute a manky!\"\nAnn Hartley was returning from mailing the letter when she found the", "\"Your dress ought to be here,\" Ann said. She found scissors in her\n sewing box, tossed a cushion onto the floor, sat on it, and began to\n open the parcel.", "\"Les, I think we've made poor Mrs. Burnett angry,\" Ann said. \"She's so\n upset over her poor husband's health and she thinks we're insulting\n her.\"", "Ann repressed an irrational urge to slap her daughter. Instead, she\n tossed the wrappings aside and removed the lid from the carton. A", "He wasn't hurt. But the impact knocked the hallowed portrait of H. H.\n Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. It tinkled imposingly as its", "\"That's funny,\" Ann mused, her mind distracted from Sally for a moment.\n \"It looks terribly expensive. Maybe they sent door chimes instead of\n the doorbell.\"", "Ann's frazzled nerves carried a frantic order to her muscles. She\n jumped up, strode to the hassock and picked up the manky with two\n fingers. She tossed it to Les. Immediately, she regretted her action.", "Ann fingered the garment. She didn't recognize it as a nightgown. But\n in cut and fold, it was suspiciously like the dress that had arrived in\n the parcel. Her heart sank.", "\"Don't bother trying,\" Ann said miserably. \"Just cut it off.\"", "\"I heard all about what you did,\" Ann said, advancing again. \"And\n you're not going to slip away from me.\"", "\"My God!\" Ann forgot her tongue before the children. \"She got out of\n that dress herself. Where did she get that nightgown?\"" ], [ "Ann immediately felt better. She put her hands behind her back, pulled\n off her ring and slipped it into her apron pocket. Les was sentimental\n about her removing it.", "Les laid the eyeball on the table and walked away. The eyeball rolled\n from the smooth, level table, bounced twice when it hit the floor, then", "on the threshold of the front door. \"I heard that! The woman next door\n claims that her husband is poisoned. Young man, I'm going to put you\n under arrest.\"", "\"It's murder!\" she screamed. \"Murder again! He's been poisoned! He's\n going to die! It means the electric chair!\"", "and said: \"Les, about Sally. Put her down a minute and watch what she\n does.\"\nLes stared at his wife and put the child onto the rug. Sally began to", "claims it was just accident that he tried it out when he was walking\n by the gym during calisthenics. We've had to call upon every family\n in the neighborhood for blankets. Bob has always been a good boy and", "Les began scrubbing his hands vigorously at the sink. Ann watched him\n silently, until she saw his fingerprints appear on the faucet, the soap", "\"I was afraid this would happen,\" Les said. \"The poor woman already has\n lost three husbands. If this one is sick, it's no wonder she thinks\n that somebody is poisoning him.\"", "One out of every three dirty stories started by party attendees had\n remained unfinished, because each had reminded someone else of another\n story.", "\"The poor woman must be dead by now,\" he objected, secretly angry\n that he hadn't thought of such a fine party stunt himself. Then he", "\"Don't bother about the girls' clothing,\" Bob said, \"because it was\n only an accident. The really important thing is something else I did\n before I left the house.\"", "Sally had been mumbling half-deliriously. She made no effort to resist\n as the doctor picked her up. But when he raised a fold of the dress and\n began to pull it back, she screamed.", "\"Excitement isn't good for me,\" Mrs. Burnett said testily. \"I've had a\n lot of troubles in my life. I like peace and quiet.\"\n\n\n \"Your husband is better?\"", "Dr. Schwartz pulled scissors from his bag and clipped at a sleeve. When\n he had cut it to the shoulder, he gently began to peel back the edges", "\"He put stuff in the sugar?\" A deep, booming voice came from the front\n of the house. Mother and son looked through the hall. A policeman stood", "She went into the front room. Her husband was standing with fists on\n hips, looking at the front door, chuckling. \"Neatest trick I've seen", "It seemed to be stuck somewhere. When Ann released the child's arms to\n loosen the dress, Sally squirmed away. She took one step forward, then\n began to float three inches above the ground. She landed just before", "in a long time. That voice you heard was the new doorbell. I put it up\n while you were in the kitchen. Did you hear what happened when old lady\n Burnett out there pushed the button?\"", "The farm machinery manager had already collapsed. When he slid under\n the table containing the drinks, Miss Pringle, who sold millinery, had\n screamed: \"He'll drown!\"", "rolled along, six inches behind him. He turned and kicked at it. The\n eyeball rolled nimbly out of the path of the kick." ] ]

[ "What is something that isn't true about the man who saved Gabe?", "What is the likeliest reason that Helen married Gabe?", "What didn't this \"bodyguard\" do for Gabe?", "What is foliage?", "How does Helen feel about her husband?", "Why does Gabe travel to seedy places?", "How are Helen and Gabriel Lockhard similar?", "What would be the worst thing for Helen to do next?", "How do you win at zarquil?" ]

[ [ "he's married to the light-haired girl", "he regrets his past choices", "he used to be Gabe", "he plays a dangerous game" ], [ "it was part of the game they're playing", "she knew the real him ", "he was kind to her for a long time", "he is good-looking and wealthy" ], [ "tell his wife the truth", "pulled him out of a helicopter crash", "chase him across multiple planets", "stop him from being beaten up" ], [ "a person's ticket into zarquil", "a transportation pass", "the leaves on trees", "the local currency" ], [ "he treats her well, but she's just not in love with him", "she misses the way he used to be", "she wishes she'd never met him", "she's in love with his true self" ], [ "so he can play more zarquil", "he thinks he can escape from his \"bodyguard\"", "it's what his wife is comfortable with", "it's the only places he can afford" ], [ "they both despise Gabe", "they are both running away from something", "they both seek revenge", "they both regret playing zarquil" ], [ "divorce her husband", "try to find the real Gabriel Lockhard", "continue living her life with her husband", "play zarquil" ], [ "there is no such thing as winning zarquil", "by finding your body and getting back to it", "by defeating other participants", "by being a better person after playing" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Look, Gabe,\" the girl said, \"don't try to fool me! I know you\n too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel", "\"I don't know who he is,\" Gabe said almost merrily, \"except that he's\n no friend of mine. Do you have a name, stranger?\"", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "\"I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe,\" she said truthfully enough, for\n she hadn't followed the idea to its logical conclusion. \"Of course I'd", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret.", "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "Gabe studied the newcomer curiously. \"So, it's you again?\"\n\n\n The man in the gray suit smiled. \"Who else in any world would stand up\n for you?\"", "He shrugged. \"I never saw him before in my life.\" Of course, knowing\n him, she assumed he was lying, but, as a matter of fact, just then he", "Gabe threw his arm wide in one of his expansive gestures. There was a\n short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were", "\"I should think you'd have given up by now. Not that I mind having you\n around, of course,\" Gabriel added too quickly. \"You do come in useful\n at times, you know.\"", "\"Not as good as it must have been,\" the girl said, turning and looking\n at him without admiration. \"Not if you keep on the way you're coursing.\n Gabe, why don't you...?\"", "happened to have been telling the truth.\nOnce the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel\n suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as", "If he had met with a fatal accident at that point, there would have\n been nothing on his body to identify him. As a matter of fact, no real\n identification was possible, for he was no one and had been no one for\n years.", "patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular\n features, made no attempt to follow. Instead, he bent over to examine\n Gabriel Lockard's form, appropriately outstretched in the gutter. \"Only", "And even though only the girl had actually seen him this time, he\n wouldn't feel at ease until he had made the usual body-shift. Was\n he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own", "\"Who was that, Gabe?\" the girl asked.", "Gabriel?\" She was growing a little frantic; there was menace here\n and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was\n included in its scope. \"Do you want to keep him from recognizing you;", "And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance,\n was too much. The ugly man picked up the drink the bartender had just" ], [ "\"I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe,\" she said truthfully enough, for\n she hadn't followed the idea to its logical conclusion. \"Of course I'd", "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "\"Look, Gabe,\" the girl said, \"don't try to fool me! I know you\n too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret.", "She had come to the same conclusion in her six months of marriage, but\n she would not admit that to an outsider. Though this man was hardly an", "from the crowd. Too bad he got married anyway,\" he added, his voice\n less impersonal, \"for your sake.\"", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "reached to adjust the expensive bit of blue synthetic on her moon-pale\n hair, for she was always conscious of her appearance; if she had not\n been so before marriage, Gabriel would have taught her that.", "It was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no\n condition to drive the helicar. However, he was stubborn.", "\"\nMrs.\n,\" Gabriel corrected. \"Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Gabriel\n Lockard,\" he said, bowing from his seated position toward the girl.\n \"Pretty bauble, isn't she?\"", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "\"I'm delighted to meet you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard,\" the fat man said,\n looking at her intently. His small eyes seemed to strip the make-up", "outsider; he was part of their small family group—as long as she had\n known Gabriel, so long he must have known her. And she began to suspect\n that he was even more closely involved than that.", "\"Too bad he got married,\" the young man said. \"I could have followed\n him for an eternity and he would never have been able to pick me out", "\"Not as good as it must have been,\" the girl said, turning and looking\n at him without admiration. \"Not if you keep on the way you're coursing.\n Gabe, why don't you...?\"", "Gabriel?\" She was growing a little frantic; there was menace here\n and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was\n included in its scope. \"Do you want to keep him from recognizing you;", "And even though only the girl had actually seen him this time, he\n wouldn't feel at ease until he had made the usual body-shift. Was\n he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own", "\"I should think you'd have given up by now. Not that I mind having you\n around, of course,\" Gabriel added too quickly. \"You do come in useful\n at times, you know.\"", "\"I really think Gabriel\nmust\nbe possessed....\" the girl said, mostly" ], [ "\"I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe,\" she said truthfully enough, for\n she hadn't followed the idea to its logical conclusion. \"Of course I'd", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret.", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "\"I don't know who he is,\" Gabe said almost merrily, \"except that he's\n no friend of mine. Do you have a name, stranger?\"", "\"Look, Gabe,\" the girl said, \"don't try to fool me! I know you\n too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel", "closer about her chilly body. \"Aren't you going to introduce your—your\n friend to me, Gabe?\"", "And even though only the girl had actually seen him this time, he\n wouldn't feel at ease until he had made the usual body-shift. Was\n he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "a man is entitled to have a bodyguard. The annoyance was that\n \nhe had to do it himself ... and his body would not cooperate!", "\"No, he didn't tell me anything really—just suggested I ask you\n whatever I want to know. But why else should he guard somebody he", "Gabriel?\" She was growing a little frantic; there was menace here\n and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was\n included in its scope. \"Do you want to keep him from recognizing you;", "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "Gabriel shivered. \"I'll be careful,\" he vowed. \"I promise—I'll be\n careful.\"", "Gabe threw his arm wide in one of his expansive gestures. There was a\n short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were", "happens, a body available for a private game,\" he lisped. \"No questions\n to be asked or answered. All I can tell you is that it is in good\n health.\"", "Bodyguard\nBy CHRISTOPHER GRIMM\n\n\n Illustrated by CAVAT\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill,\" Gabe said, taking out\n his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look\n at them. \"Here, have yourself a new suit on me.\"\nYou could use one\nwas implied.", "\"Who was that, Gabe?\" the girl asked.", "Gabe studied the newcomer curiously. \"So, it's you again?\"\n\n\n The man in the gray suit smiled. \"Who else in any world would stand up\n for you?\"" ], [ "examination. But in the places to which your husband has been leading\n me, they're often not too particular, as long as the player has plenty\n of foliage.\"", "\"But it would be silly to let personal prejudice stand in the way of a\n commission, wouldn't it?\" the other man asked coolly.\n\n\n \"Of course. You'll need plenty of foliage, though.\"", "long, but necessarily superficial acquaintance with the Vinzz. His\n heavy robe of what looked like moss-green velvet, but might have been", "\"We do a lot of business here,\" he said unnecessarily, for the whole\n set-up spelled wealth far beyond the dreams of the man, and he was by", "happens, a body available for a private game,\" he lisped. \"No questions\n to be asked or answered. All I can tell you is that it is in good\n health.\"", "from her cheek and examine the livid bruise underneath. \"I hope\n you'll be worthy of the name.\" The light given off by the flaming", "patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular\n features, made no attempt to follow. Instead, he bent over to examine\n Gabriel Lockard's form, appropriately outstretched in the gutter. \"Only", "other man's incredibly handsome young face, noted the suggestion of\n bags under the eyes, the beginning of slackness at the lips, and were\n not pleased with what they saw. \"Watch yourself, colleague,\" he warned", "implied, knowing merely that it was one of those nameless horrors so\n deliciously hinted at by the fax sheets under the generic term of\n \"crimes against nature.\" Actually the phrase was more appropriate to", "which was, of course, absurd. She had an excellent memory for faces and\n his was not included in her gallery. The girl pulled her thin jacket", "town, they didn't have far to fall. And hardly had their car crashed\n on the ground when the car that had been following them landed, and a\n short fat man was puffing toward them through the mist.", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "husband's immobile body. She pulled her thick coat—of fur taken from\n some animal who had lived and died light-years away—more closely about\n herself. The thin young man began to cough again.", "\"You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill,\" Gabe said, taking out\n his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look\n at them. \"Here, have yourself a new suit on me.\"\nYou could use one\nwas implied.", "getting pretty tired of this.\" He stopped for a long spell of coughing.\n \"Tell him that sometimes I wonder whether cutting off my nose wouldn't,\n in the long run, be most beneficial for my face.\"", "The ugly man gave him a bewildered stare. Then, seeing the forces\n now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret.", "\"It does indeed,\" the stranger agreed, coughing a little. It was\n growing colder and, on this world, the cities had no domes to protect", "Gabe threw his arm wide in one of his expansive gestures. There was a\n short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were", "information.\nThe Vinzz had been locking antennae with another of his kind. Now they\n detached, and the first approached the man once more. \"There is, as it" ], [ "She had come to the same conclusion in her six months of marriage, but\n she would not admit that to an outsider. Though this man was hardly an", "husband's immobile body. She pulled her thick coat—of fur taken from\n some animal who had lived and died light-years away—more closely about\n herself. The thin young man began to cough again.", "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "\"Tell him, when he comes to,\" he said to the girl as he and the driver\n lifted the heavy form of her husband into the helicar, \"that I'm", "his\nwife then. That would be\n nice—a sound mind in a sound body. But don't you think that's a little\n more than you deserve?\"", "seeing him reappear in the same guise, would guess what had happened\n and tell her husband. He himself had been a fool to admit to her that", "with deliberate insult. He might have saved her life, but only\n casually, as a by-product of some larger scheme, and her appreciation\n held little gratitude.", "from the crowd. Too bad he got married anyway,\" he added, his voice\n less impersonal, \"for your sake.\"", "once, and from then on, despite all his threats, she had refused to go\n with him again. But that once had been enough; nothing could ever wash\n that experience from her mind or her body.", "\"Give it back to him, eh?\" Lockard regarded his wife appraisingly.\n \"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd be", "examination. But in the places to which your husband has been leading\n me, they're often not too particular, as long as the player has plenty\n of foliage.\"", "arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior\n to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was\n accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was", "reached to adjust the expensive bit of blue synthetic on her moon-pale\n hair, for she was always conscious of her appearance; if she had not\n been so before marriage, Gabriel would have taught her that.", "Lockard's—body.\" She put unnecessary stardust on her nose as she\n watched her husband's reflection in the dressing table mirror.", "\"I'm delighted to meet you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard,\" the fat man said,\n looking at her intently. His small eyes seemed to strip the make-up", "He shrugged. \"I never saw him before in my life.\" Of course, knowing\n him, she assumed he was lying, but, as a matter of fact, just then he", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "\"Show you I can do something 'sides look pretty,\" he said thickly,\n referring to an earlier and not amicable conversation they had held,\n and of which she still bore the reminder on one thickly made-up cheek.", "which was, of course, absurd. She had an excellent memory for faces and\n his was not included in her gallery. The girl pulled her thin jacket", "to herself. \"I had no idea of the kind of place it was going to be\n until he brought me here. The others were bad, but this is even worse." ], [ "The taxi driver took the fat man to one of the rather seedy locales in\n which the zarquil games were usually found, for the Vinzz attempted to", "Gabe opened his eyes and saw the fat man gazing down at him\n speculatively. \"My guardian angel,\" he mumbled—shock had sobered him", "To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto\n the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the", "\"You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill,\" Gabe said, taking out\n his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look\n at them. \"Here, have yourself a new suit on me.\"\nYou could use one\nwas implied.", "And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance,\n was too much. The ugly man picked up the drink the bartender had just", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret.", "Gabe threw his arm wide in one of his expansive gestures. There was a\n short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were", "It was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no\n condition to drive the helicar. However, he was stubborn.", "patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular\n features, made no attempt to follow. Instead, he bent over to examine\n Gabriel Lockard's form, appropriately outstretched in the gutter. \"Only", "Gabe gave a short laugh, for no reason that she could see.\nThere was the feeling that she had encountered the fat man before,", "\"Look, Gabe,\" the girl said, \"don't try to fool me! I know you\n too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel", "\"I don't know who he is,\" Gabe said almost merrily, \"except that he's\n no friend of mine. Do you have a name, stranger?\"", "\"Sorry, colleague,\" Gabe said lazily. \"All my fault. You must let me\n buy you a replacement.\" He gestured to the bartender. \"Another of the\n same for my fellow-man here.\"", "of the usual Vinoz set-up; it was down-right shabby, the dim olive\n light hinting of squalor rather than forbidden pleasures. That was", "\"But how did you get into this ... pursuit?\" she asked again. \"And why\n are you doing it?\" People didn't have any traffic with Gabriel Lockard", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "\"Not as good as it must have been,\" the girl said, turning and looking\n at him without admiration. \"Not if you keep on the way you're coursing.\n Gabe, why don't you...?\"", "to herself. \"I had no idea of the kind of place it was going to be\n until he brought me here. The others were bad, but this is even worse.", "The fat man wondered whether that had been his quarry's motive in\n coming to such desolate, off-trail places—hoping that eventually", "Gabe ran a hand through his thick blond hair. \"Come on, have a drink\n with me, fellow-man, and let's let bygones be bygones. I owe you" ], [ "arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior\n to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was\n accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was", "\"\nMrs.\n,\" Gabriel corrected. \"Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Gabriel\n Lockard,\" he said, bowing from his seated position toward the girl.\n \"Pretty bauble, isn't she?\"", "patterns. The stranger, a thin young man with delicate, angular\n features, made no attempt to follow. Instead, he bent over to examine\n Gabriel Lockard's form, appropriately outstretched in the gutter. \"Only", "And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance,\n was too much. The ugly man picked up the drink the bartender had just", "\"I'm delighted to meet you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard,\" the fat man said,\n looking at her intently. His small eyes seemed to strip the make-up", "The original Gabriel Lockard looked down at the prostrate,\n snow-powdered figure of the man who had stolen his body and his name,\n and stirred it with his toe. \"I'd better call a cab—he might freeze to\n death.\"", "\"But how did you get into this ... pursuit?\" she asked again. \"And why\n are you doing it?\" People didn't have any traffic with Gabriel Lockard", "It was a dark and rainy night in early fall. Gabe Lockard was in no\n condition to drive the helicar. However, he was stubborn.", "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "\"Look, Gabe,\" the girl said, \"don't try to fool me! I know you\n too well. And I know you have that man's—the real Gabriel", "The fat man shook his head without rancor. \"I have plenty of money,\n thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... Come,\" he addressed her husband,", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "reached to adjust the expensive bit of blue synthetic on her moon-pale\n hair, for she was always conscious of her appearance; if she had not\n been so before marriage, Gabriel would have taught her that.", "outsider; he was part of their small family group—as long as she had\n known Gabriel, so long he must have known her. And she began to suspect\n that he was even more closely involved than that.", "Lockard's—body.\" She put unnecessary stardust on her nose as she\n watched her husband's reflection in the dressing table mirror.", "Gabriel?\" She was growing a little frantic; there was menace here\n and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was\n included in its scope. \"Do you want to keep him from recognizing you;", "\"I really think Gabriel\nmust\nbe possessed....\" the girl said, mostly", "And even though only the girl had actually seen him this time, he\n wouldn't feel at ease until he had made the usual body-shift. Was\n he changing because of Gabriel, he wondered, or was he using his own", "happened to have been telling the truth.\nOnce the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel\n suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as", "\"It\nis\na pretty good body, isn't it?\" Gabe flexed softening muscles\n and made no attempt to deny her charge; very probably he was relieved\n at having someone with whom to share his secret." ], [ "\"And that's no joke,\" the fat man agreed.\n\n\n The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall\n that he had not been alone. \"How about Helen? She on course?\"", "to herself. \"I had no idea of the kind of place it was going to be\n until he brought me here. The others were bad, but this is even worse.", "\"I don't want to know!\" he spat. \"I wouldn't want it if I could get\n it back. Whoever it adhered to probably killed himself as soon as he", "He didn't know. However, there seemed to be no help for it now; he\n would have to wait until they reached the next town, unless the girl,", "\"Not as good as it must have been,\" the girl said, turning and looking\n at him without admiration. \"Not if you keep on the way you're coursing.\n Gabe, why don't you...?\"", "once, and from then on, despite all his threats, she had refused to go\n with him again. But that once had been enough; nothing could ever wash\n that experience from her mind or her body.", "\"Why must you change again?\" she persisted, obliquely approaching the\n subject she feared. \"You have a pretty good body there. Why run the\n risk of getting a bad one?\"", "seeing him reappear in the same guise, would guess what had happened\n and tell her husband. He himself had been a fool to admit to her that", "\"If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him,\" she asked, \"why then\n do you keep helping him?\"\n\n\n \"I am not helping\nhim\n. And he knows that.\"", "\"Oh, yes, I can,\" she said incautiously. \"You must have had a body to\n match your character. Pity you could only change one.\"", "must not let herself think that way or she would find herself looking\n for a zarquil game. It would be one way of escaping Gabriel, but not,", "his\nwife then. That would be\n nice—a sound mind in a sound body. But don't you think that's a little\n more than you deserve?\"", "She had come to the same conclusion in her six months of marriage, but\n she would not admit that to an outsider. Though this man was hardly an", "\"Give it back to him, eh?\" Lockard regarded his wife appraisingly.\n \"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd be", "getting pretty tired of this.\" He stopped for a long spell of coughing.\n \"Tell him that sometimes I wonder whether cutting off my nose wouldn't,\n in the long run, be most beneficial for my face.\"", "\"You wouldn't be able to get your old body back, though, would you?\"\n she went on. \"You don't know where it's gone, and neither, I suppose,\n does he?\"", "looked in a mirror.\" He swung long legs over the side of his bed.\n \"Christ, anything would be better than that! You can't imagine what a\n hulk I had!\"", "with deliberate insult. He might have saved her life, but only\n casually, as a by-product of some larger scheme, and her appreciation\n held little gratitude.", "from the crowd. Too bad he got married anyway,\" he added, his voice\n less impersonal, \"for your sake.\"", "\"Tell him, when he comes to,\" he said to the girl as he and the driver\n lifted the heavy form of her husband into the helicar, \"that I'm" ], [ "zarquil was the equivalent of the terrestrial game musical chairs.\n Which was why they came to Terra to make profits—there has never been\n big money in musical chairs as such.", "one zarquil game to another, loving the thrill of the sport, if you\n could call it that, for its own sake, and not for the futile hope it", "\"Games?\" the driver finally asked, although he could guess what was\n wanted by then. \"Dice...? Roulette...? Farjeen?\"\n\n\n \"Is there a good zarquil game in town?\"", "driver to take him to the nearest zarquil game. The driver accepted the\n commission phlegmatically. Perhaps he was more hardened than the others\n had been; perhaps he was unaware that the fat man was not a desperate", "However, beggars could not be choosers. The fat man paid off the\n heli-driver and entered the zarquil house. \"One?\" the small green\n creature in the slightly frayed robe asked.", "must not let herself think that way or she would find herself looking\n for a zarquil game. It would be one way of escaping Gabriel, but not,", "\"Then what they say about the zarquil games is true? There are people\n who go around changing their bodies like—like hats?\" Automatically she", "The taxi driver took the fat man to one of the rather seedy locales in\n which the zarquil games were usually found, for the Vinzz attempted to", "zarquil than to most of the other activities to which it was commonly\n applied. And this was one crime—for it was crime in law as well as", "When the zarquil operators were apprehended, which was not frequent—as\n they had strange powers, which, not being definable, were beyond the", "Zarquil was extremely illegal, of course—so much so that there were\n many legitimate citizens who weren't quite sure just what the word", "\"I can't contact your attitude,\" the passenger said with a thin\n smile. \"Bet you've never tried the game yourself. Each time it", "examination. But in the places to which your husband has been leading\n me, they're often not too particular, as long as the player has plenty\n of foliage.\"", "happens, a body available for a private game,\" he lisped. \"No questions\n to be asked or answered. All I can tell you is that it is in good\n health.\"", "The Vinoz games were usually clean, because that paid off better, but,\n when profits were lacking, the Vinzz were capable of sliding off into", "nature—in which victim had to be considered as guilty as perpetrator;\n otherwise the whole legal structure of society would collapse.\nPlaying the game was fabulously expensive; it had to be to make it", "\"That is the reason we can afford to be honest.\" The Vinzz' tendrils\n quivered in what the man had come to recognize as amusement through", "information.\nThe Vinzz had been locking antennae with another of his kind. Now they\n detached, and the first approached the man once more. \"There is, as it", "The young man smiled wryly. Just his luck to stumble on a sunny game.\n He never liked to risk following his quarry in the same configuration.", "\"He won't tell me; he never tells me anything. We just keep running. I\n didn't recognize it as running at first, but now I realize that's what" ] ]

[ "Why did the story open the way it did?", "Who is most likely to end up going to Jupiter?", "Which word least describes Charlie?", "What isn't a reason for Ben to want to be a rocketman?", "What isn't a reason that Charlie came to visit?", "Which isn't true?", "Why didn't Laura say yes?", "What isn't true about Charlie?", "What finally helped Ben make his final decision?", "Why did Ben leave with two rings?" ]

[ [ "to show how frustrated he was with space", "because his training was good and bad", "because that was how long he'd been away from Laura", "to describe how torn Ben was in his decisions" ], [ "Mickey", "Dean Dawson", "Ben", "Charlie" ], [ "proud", "sick", "experienced", "regretful" ], [ "he wanted to be the best for Laura", "he wants to travel to unexplored places", "he didn't have family to come home to", "he wanted to be like Stardust Charlie" ], [ "he wanted to convince him to stay on Earth", "he cared for him like a father", "he wanted to celebrate Ben's graduation", "he wanted to say goodbye" ], [ "Stardust Charlie was proud of Ben", "Mickey is jealous of Ben's future job", "Laura was hoping to settle down with Ben", "Ben wants to travel to other planets" ], [ "she isn't interested in marrying Ben", "Mickey wouldn't want that", "she was jealous of Ben's future plans", "she knows he wants to go to space" ], [ "he was a great space traveler ", "he regretted the life he chose", "he drugged himself to watch Ben graduate", "he was sick with lung-rot" ], [ "finding out Charlie was dead", "spending the evening with Laura", "looking at the box Charlie left him", "talking to Dean Dawson on the visiphone" ], [ "to symbolize the life he's giving up", "to represent his marriage to Luna", "to remind him to come home and get married", "to honor Stardust Charlie" ] ]

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[ [ "Without answering, I walked into my room. I knew it was true now. I\n remembered Charlie's coughing, his gaunt features, his drugged gaze.\n The metallic words had told the truth.", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "\"It—it's about the stars,\" you said very softly. \"I understand why you\n want to go to them. Mickey and I used to dream about them when we were", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "You stared at me strangely, almost in a sacred kind of way. I knew\n suddenly that you liked me, and my heart began to beat faster.\n\n\n There was silence.", "Or you can see what's on the other side of the mountain. You can be a\n line in a history book.\nI cursed. I knew what Charlie would say. He'd say, \"Get the hell out", "\"Oh God,\" I moaned, \"what shall I do?\"\nNext morning the door chimes pealed, and you went to the door and\n brought back the audiogram. It was addressed to me; I wondered who\n could be sending me a message.", "Suddenly that cough frightened me. It didn't seem normal. I wondered,\n too, about his stiff movements and glassy stare. It was as if he were\n drugged.", "been, Laura. But how can I make you understand? How can I tell you\n what it's like to be young and a man and to dream of reaching the", "And then it seemed that all the proud faces were looking at us as if we\n were gods. A shiver went through my body. Though it was daytime, I saw", "Perhaps if I start at the beginning, the very beginning....", "Then your last words came back and jabbed me: \"That's what Mickey used\n to want.\"\n\n\n \"\nUsed\nto want?\" I asked. \"What do you mean?\"", "Do you know why he had to drug himself to watch me graduate? So he\n could look at me, knowing that I would see the worlds he could never", "We sat on a little platform, twenty-five of us. Below us was a beach\n of faces, most of them strange, shining like pebbles in the warm New", "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "But he rounded a corner, still grinning and waving, and then he was\n gone.\nThat afternoon Mickey showed me his room. It was more like a boy's", "It was the Big Day. All the examinations, the physicals and psychos,\n were over. The Academy, with its great halls and classrooms and", "In that past he never talked about, there was a woman—his wife.\n Charlie was young once, his eyes full of dreams, and he faced the same", "But I wanted, also, to be with you, Laura, to see your smile and the\n flecks of silver in your eyes and the way your nose turned upward ever", "Then he waved and strode away, a strange, gray, withered gnome of a man.\n\n\n I wanted him to say something, to tell me the secret that would kill\n the doubt worming through my brain." ], [ "\"Would you, Ben? Would you be satisfied with just seeing Mars? Wouldn't\n you want to go on to Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and on and on?\"", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "He made his last trip to Luna when he knew he was going to die. Heaven\n knows how he escaped a checkup. Maybe the captain understood and was\n kind—but that doesn't matter now.", "I hesitated, and you supplied the right words: \"When you've got the\n chance to be the first to reach a new planet. That's what most of you\n want, isn't it? That's what Mickey used to want.\"", "He shook his head stiffly, staring at nothing. \"Maybe. Anyway, I'm\n gonna get off the Shuttle this time, make one more trip to Mars. Tell", "That's a long time, boy. Ain't one spaceman in a thousand that lucky.\n Some of these days, I won't be so lucky.\"", "\"It—it's about the stars,\" you said very softly. \"I understand why you\n want to go to them. Mickey and I used to dream about them when we were", "of there, boy. Don't let a fool woman make a sucker out of you. Get\n out there on the\nOdyssey\nwhere you belong. We got a date on Mars,", "was still\n open—and the big ship, it was rumored, was equipped to make it all the\n way to Pluto.", "\"You made it, boy,\" he chortled, \"and by Jupiter, we'll celebrate\n tonight. Yes, siree, I got twenty-four hours, and we'll celebrate as\n good spacemen should!\"", "\"No. I got a couple of possibilities. Could get a berth on the\nOdyssey\n, the new ship being finished at Los Angeles. They want me,", "and skin-tight. I was worshiping him and hating him at the same time,\n for I was thinking:\nHe's already reached Mars and Venus. Let him leave Jupiter and the", "\"Well, what does it add up to? You become a spaceman and wear a pretty\n uniform. You wade through the sands of Mars and the dust of Venus. If", "in a Moon crash at the age of 36, or like a thousand others who lie\n buried in Martian sand and Venusian dust. Or, if you're lucky, like", "Charlie—a kind of human meteor streaking through space, eternally\n alone, never finding a home.\nOr there's the other path. To stay on this little prison of an Earth", "Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us\n to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his", "You can't stay here. You've\n got to make a choice.\nThe teaching job was still open. The spot on the\nOdyssey\nwas still", "Anxiety darkened your features. \"No, it'd be good to be a spaceman,\n to see the strange places and make history. But is it worth it? Is it\n worth the things you'd have to give up?\"", "For it was June in this year of 1995, and we were the graduating class\n of the U. S. Academy of Interplanetary Flight.", "ago, and he was still at it. He was Chief Jetman now on the\nLunar\n Lady\n, a commercial ore ship on a shuttle between Luna City and White" ], [ "We gazed for a few seconds up into the dark sky, and then you said:\n \"Charlie is funny, isn't he? He's nice and I'm glad he's here, but he's\n sort of funny.\"", "But he wasn't the Charlie I'd seen a year ago. He'd become gaunt and\n old, and he walked with an unnatural stiffness. He looked so old that\n it was hard to believe he'd once been young.", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "Stardust Charlie was as comfortable as a Martian sand-monkey in a\n shower, but he tried courageously to be himself.", "live to see. Charlie didn't leave just a few trinkets behind him. He\n left himself, Laura, for he showed me that a boy's dream can also be a\n man's dream.", "Charlie—a kind of human meteor streaking through space, eternally\n alone, never finding a home.\nOr there's the other path. To stay on this little prison of an Earth", "In that past he never talked about, there was a woman—his wife.\n Charlie was young once, his eyes full of dreams, and he faced the same", "Then I saw him. Good old Stardust Charlie.", "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "Charlie was muttering under his breath, smoldering like a bomb about to\n reach critical mass. I shook my head dazedly at him as we got to the\n 'copter.", "We said, too, that the life of a spaceman is lonely. Yet how could one\n be lonely when men like Charlie roam the spaceways?", "Or you can see what's on the other side of the mountain. You can be a\n line in a history book.\nI cursed. I knew what Charlie would say. He'd say, \"Get the hell out", "\"What's the matter, Ben? Still sore? I feel like a heel, but I'm just\n not like you and Charlie, I guess. I—\"", "Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us\n to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his", "I smiled and shook my head. \"If he had, he never mentioned it. Charlie\n doesn't like to be sentimental, at least not on the outside. As far as\n I know, his life began when he took off for the Moon with Everson.\"", "I stood staring at the cylinder.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was dead.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was Charlie. Stardust Charlie.", "Without answering, I walked into my room. I knew it was true now. I\n remembered Charlie's coughing, his gaunt features, his drugged gaze.\n The metallic words had told the truth.", "A tide of heat crept up from my collar. I stuttered through an\n introduction of Charlie.", "You and Mickey looked strangely at Charlie, and I realized that old\n Stardust was not a cadet's notion of the ideal spaceman. Charlie", "\"When will you be back?\" you asked.\n\n\n Charlie's hard face contorted itself into a gargoylish grin. \"Maybe a\n couple of months, maybe a couple of years. You know spacemen.\"" ], [ "\"Would you, Ben? Would you be satisfied with just seeing Mars? Wouldn't\n you want to go on to Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and on and on?\"", "Mickey looked down at his feet. \"I didn't want to tell you yet, Ben.\n We've been together a long time, planning to be on a rocket. But—\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "Anxiety darkened your features. \"No, it'd be good to be a spaceman,\n to see the strange places and make history. But is it worth it? Is it\n worth the things you'd have to give up?\"", "\"Yes, a spaceman can marry, but what would it be like? Don't you see,\n Ben? You'd be like Charlie. Gone for\nmaybe", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "Do you know\nwhy\nhe wanted to reach Mars? Do you know why he didn't\n want to die in the clean, cool air of Earth?", "\"Well, what does it add up to? You become a spaceman and wear a pretty\n uniform. You wade through the sands of Mars and the dust of Venus. If", "That's a long time, boy. Ain't one spaceman in a thousand that lucky.\n Some of these days, I won't be so lucky.\"", "Then you murmured, \"I—I want to marry you, Ben, but are you asking me\n to marry a spaceman or a teacher?\"\n\n\n \"Can't a spaceman marry, too?\"", "\"It—it's about the stars,\" you said very softly. \"I understand why you\n want to go to them. Mickey and I used to dream about them when we were", "Somehow I'd expected words like these, but still they hurt. \"I wouldn't\n have to be a spaceman forever. I could try it for a couple of years,\n then teach.\"", "you're lucky, you're good for five, maybe ten years. Then one thing or\n another gets you. They don't insure rocketmen, you know.\"", "that will bear food and be a home for our children. And perhaps most\n important of all, they'll make other men think of the stars and look up\n at them and feel humility—for mankind needs humility.\"", "\"He's an old-time spaceman. You didn't need much education in those\n days, just a lot of brawn and a quick mind. It took guts to be a\n spaceman then.\"", "I hesitated, and you supplied the right words: \"When you've got the\n chance to be the first to reach a new planet. That's what most of you\n want, isn't it? That's what Mickey used to want.\"", "My folks were killed in a rocket crash. If it weren't for rockets, I'd\n have lived the kind of life a kid should live.\nMickey noticed my frown.", "too, for the Moon Patrol, but that's old stuff, not much better than\n teaching. I want to be in deep space.\"", "We said, too, that the life of a spaceman is lonely. Yet how could one\n be lonely when men like Charlie roam the spaceways?", "I felt like running from the house, to forget that it existed. I wanted\n someone to tell me one of the old stories about space, a tale of\n courage that would put fuel on dying dreams.", "Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us\n to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his" ], [ "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "I smiled and shook my head. \"If he had, he never mentioned it. Charlie\n doesn't like to be sentimental, at least not on the outside. As far as\n I know, his life began when he took off for the Moon with Everson.\"", "But he wasn't the Charlie I'd seen a year ago. He'd become gaunt and\n old, and he walked with an unnatural stiffness. He looked so old that\n it was hard to believe he'd once been young.", "We gazed for a few seconds up into the dark sky, and then you said:\n \"Charlie is funny, isn't he? He's nice and I'm glad he's here, but he's\n sort of funny.\"", "live to see. Charlie didn't leave just a few trinkets behind him. He\n left himself, Laura, for he showed me that a boy's dream can also be a\n man's dream.", "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "Charlie—a kind of human meteor streaking through space, eternally\n alone, never finding a home.\nOr there's the other path. To stay on this little prison of an Earth", "I scowled, not understanding. \"Why, Charlie? What for?\"", "Without answering, I walked into my room. I knew it was true now. I\n remembered Charlie's coughing, his gaunt features, his drugged gaze.\n The metallic words had told the truth.", "I shook my head. \"Charlie has only twenty-four hours liberty. We're\n planning to see the town tonight.\"", "Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us\n to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his", "In that past he never talked about, there was a woman—his wife.\n Charlie was young once, his eyes full of dreams, and he faced the same", "Or you can see what's on the other side of the mountain. You can be a\n line in a history book.\nI cursed. I knew what Charlie would say. He'd say, \"Get the hell out", "\"When will you be back?\" you asked.\n\n\n Charlie's hard face contorted itself into a gargoylish grin. \"Maybe a\n couple of months, maybe a couple of years. You know spacemen.\"", "I shook the thought away. If Charlie was sick, he wouldn't talk about\n going to Mars. The medics wouldn't let him go even as far as Luna.\n\n\n We watched him leave, you and Mickey and I.", "\"What's the matter, Ben? Still sore? I feel like a heel, but I'm just\n not like you and Charlie, I guess. I—\"", "We said, too, that the life of a spaceman is lonely. Yet how could one\n be lonely when men like Charlie roam the spaceways?", "Then I saw him. Good old Stardust Charlie.", "Charlie's answer was obscured by a sudden burst of coughing. I knew\n that he'd infinitely prefer to spend his liberty sampling Martian\n fizzes and Plutonian zombies.", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children." ], [ "Without answering, I walked into my room. I knew it was true now. I\n remembered Charlie's coughing, his gaunt features, his drugged gaze.\n The metallic words had told the truth.", "You laughed, but it was a sad, fearful laugh. \"No, I shouldn't be\n thinking it. You'd hate me if I told you, and I wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\n \"I could never hate you.\"", "My heart thudded crazily against my chest. It couldn't be! Not Charlie!\n The audiogram had lied!\n\n\n I pressed the stud again. \"... regret to inform you of death of\n Charles ...\"", "Or you can see what's on the other side of the mountain. You can be a\n line in a history book.\nI cursed. I knew what Charlie would say. He'd say, \"Get the hell out", "We gazed for a few seconds up into the dark sky, and then you said:\n \"Charlie is funny, isn't he? He's nice and I'm glad he's here, but he's\n sort of funny.\"", "In that past he never talked about, there was a woman—his wife.\n Charlie was young once, his eyes full of dreams, and he faced the same", "realized England wasn't so different from America. Places seem exciting\n before you get to them, and afterward they're not really.\"", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "decision that I am facing. Two paths were before him, but he tried to\n travel both. He later learned what we already know—that there can be\n no compromise. And you know, too, which path he finally chose.", "That's a long time, boy. Ain't one spaceman in a thousand that lucky.\n Some of these days, I won't be so lucky.\"", "That was something I didn't have to worry about. My parents had died in\n a strato-jet crash when I was four, so I hadn't needed many of those", "I smiled and shook my head. \"If he had, he never mentioned it. Charlie\n doesn't like to be sentimental, at least not on the outside. As far as\n I know, his life began when he took off for the Moon with Everson.\"", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "But he wasn't the Charlie I'd seen a year ago. He'd become gaunt and\n old, and he walked with an unnatural stiffness. He looked so old that\n it was hard to believe he'd once been young.", "of there, boy. Don't let a fool woman make a sucker out of you. Get\n out there on the\nOdyssey\nwhere you belong. We got a date on Mars,", "\"I know, Laura. Don't say it.\"\n\n\n You had to finish. \"It was a monster.\"", "men had no burns. But a year later the captain had a child. And it\n was—\"", "But he rounded a corner, still grinning and waving, and then he was\n gone.\nThat afternoon Mickey showed me his room. It was more like a boy's", "been, Laura. But how can I make you understand? How can I tell you\n what it's like to be young and a man and to dream of reaching the", "last night on Earth. It might have seemed an ugly kind of celebration\n to you, but he wanted it with all his heart, and we robbed him of it." ], [ "That's what he'd say.\n\n\n And yet I wanted you, Laura. I wanted to be with you, always.", "That evening I asked you to marry me. I said it very simply: \"Laura, I\n want you to be my wife.\"\n\n\n You looked up at Venus, and you were silent for a long while, your face\n flushed.", "\"I know, Laura. Don't say it.\"\n\n\n You had to finish. \"It was a monster.\"", "You kept looking at me until I had to ask: \"What are you thinking,\n Laura?\"", "And you, Laura, were with him.\n\n\n \"Meet the Brat,\" he said. \"My sister Laura.\"", "I accepted that job teaching.\nAnd now, Laura, it's nearly midnight. You're in your room, sleeping,\n and the house is silent.", "You laughed, but it was a sad, fearful laugh. \"No, I shouldn't be\n thinking it. You'd hate me if I told you, and I wouldn't want that.\"\n\n\n \"I could never hate you.\"", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "been, Laura. But how can I make you understand? How can I tell you\n what it's like to be young and a man and to dream of reaching the", "But I wanted, also, to be with you, Laura, to see your smile and the\n flecks of silver in your eyes and the way your nose turned upward ever", "You can take Dean Dawson's job and stay with Laura and have kids and a\n home and live to see what happens in this world sixty years from now.", "And I said, slowly, my voice sounding unfamiliar and far away, \"Sure,\n I'll stay, Mickey. Sure.\"", "\"No, I understand, Mickey. I'm not sore, really.\"\n\n\n \"Listen, then. You haven't accepted any offer yet, have you?\"", "\"Ben,\" he called, \"don't forget that offer. Remember you've got two\n months to decide.\"\n\n\n \"No, thanks,\" I answered. \"Better not count on me.\"", "Because of these things, Laura, I will be gone in the morning. Explain\n the best you can to Mickey and to your parents and Dean Dawson.", "live to see. Charlie didn't leave just a few trinkets behind him. He\n left himself, Laura, for he showed me that a boy's dream can also be a\n man's dream.", "\"Sure,\" I said to Mickey, \"we can still have a good weekend.\"\nI liked your folks, Laura. There was no star-hunger in them, of course.", "\"Well, how about staying with us till you decide? Might as well enjoy\n Earth life while you can. Okay?\"", "\"It—it's about the stars,\" you said very softly. \"I understand why you\n want to go to them. Mickey and I used to dream about them when we were" ], [ "Without answering, I walked into my room. I knew it was true now. I\n remembered Charlie's coughing, his gaunt features, his drugged gaze.\n The metallic words had told the truth.", "But he wasn't the Charlie I'd seen a year ago. He'd become gaunt and\n old, and he walked with an unnatural stiffness. He looked so old that\n it was hard to believe he'd once been young.", "I smiled and shook my head. \"If he had, he never mentioned it. Charlie\n doesn't like to be sentimental, at least not on the outside. As far as\n I know, his life began when he took off for the Moon with Everson.\"", "We gazed for a few seconds up into the dark sky, and then you said:\n \"Charlie is funny, isn't he? He's nice and I'm glad he's here, but he's\n sort of funny.\"", "In that past he never talked about, there was a woman—his wife.\n Charlie was young once, his eyes full of dreams, and he faced the same", "live to see. Charlie didn't leave just a few trinkets behind him. He\n left himself, Laura, for he showed me that a boy's dream can also be a\n man's dream.", "Charlie—a kind of human meteor streaking through space, eternally\n alone, never finding a home.\nOr there's the other path. To stay on this little prison of an Earth", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "Then I saw him. Good old Stardust Charlie.", "We said, too, that the life of a spaceman is lonely. Yet how could one\n be lonely when men like Charlie roam the spaceways?", "I tried to laugh. \"You're good for another twenty-five years, Charlie.\"", "My heart thudded crazily against my chest. It couldn't be! Not Charlie!\n The audiogram had lied!\n\n\n I pressed the stud again. \"... regret to inform you of death of\n Charles ...\"", "I stood staring at the cylinder.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was dead.\n\n\n Charles Taggart was Charlie. Stardust Charlie.", "Stardust Charlie was as comfortable as a Martian sand-monkey in a\n shower, but he tried courageously to be himself.", "You and Mickey looked strangely at Charlie, and I realized that old\n Stardust was not a cadet's notion of the ideal spaceman. Charlie", "\"What's the matter, Ben? Still sore? I feel like a heel, but I'm just\n not like you and Charlie, I guess. I—\"", "I shook the thought away. If Charlie was sick, he wouldn't talk about\n going to Mars. The medics wouldn't let him go even as far as Luna.\n\n\n We watched him leave, you and Mickey and I.", "Or you can see what's on the other side of the mountain. You can be a\n line in a history book.\nI cursed. I knew what Charlie would say. He'd say, \"Get the hell out", "Charlie wanted me to himself that night after graduation. He wanted us\n to celebrate as spacemen should, for he knew that this would be his" ], [ "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "decision that I am facing. Two paths were before him, but he tried to\n travel both. He later learned what we already know—that there can be\n no compromise. And you know, too, which path he finally chose.", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "\"Ben,\" he called, \"don't forget that offer. Remember you've got two\n months to decide.\"\n\n\n \"No, thanks,\" I answered. \"Better not count on me.\"", "Mickey looked down at his feet. \"I didn't want to tell you yet, Ben.\n We've been together a long time, planning to be on a rocket. But—\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "That night I lay awake, the fears and doubts too frantic to let me\n sleep.\nYou've got to decide now\n, I told myself.", "\"What's the matter, Ben? Still sore? I feel like a heel, but I'm just\n not like you and Charlie, I guess. I—\"", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "You can't stay here. You've\n got to make a choice.\nThe teaching job was still open. The spot on the\nOdyssey\nwas still", "He made his last trip to Luna when he knew he was going to die. Heaven\n knows how he escaped a checkup. Maybe the captain understood and was\n kind—but that doesn't matter now.", "last night on Earth. It might have seemed an ugly kind of celebration\n to you, but he wanted it with all his heart, and we robbed him of it.", "\"Well, how about staying with us till you decide? Might as well enjoy\n Earth life while you can. Okay?\"", "me until he became father, mother, and buddy all in one to me. And I\n remembered, too, how his recommendation had finally made me a cadet.", "Charlie gulped helplessly, and Mickey said: \"Still going to spend the\n weekend with us, aren't you, Ben?\"", "Do you know why he had to drug himself to watch me graduate? So he\n could look at me, knowing that I would see the worlds he could never", "\"It—it's about the stars,\" you said very softly. \"I understand why you\n want to go to them. Mickey and I used to dream about them when we were", "\"Would you, Ben? Would you be satisfied with just seeing Mars? Wouldn't\n you want to go on to Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and on and on?\"", "A moment later Mickey said, frowning, \"What was he talking about, Ben?\n Did he make you an offer?\"", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"" ], [ "I have two wedding rings with me—his wife's ring and yours.", "And among the things, Laura, I found a ring.\n\n\n A wedding ring.", "\"Ben,\" he called, \"don't forget that offer. Remember you've got two\n months to decide.\"\n\n\n \"No, thanks,\" I answered. \"Better not count on me.\"", "Then he pointed to a brown, faded tin box lying on the bed. \"I'm\n leavin' that for you. It's full of old stuff, souvenirs mostly. Thought\n maybe you'd like to have 'em.\"", "\"Yes, a spaceman can marry, but what would it be like? Don't you see,\n Ben? You'd be like Charlie. Gone for\nmaybe", "see 'em, Ben,\" he whispered. \"Where do you suppose they are?\"", "I looked through Charlie's box again, more carefully this time, reading\n the old letters and studying the photographs. I believe now that\n Charlie sensed my indecision, that he left these things so that they\n could tell me what he could not express in words.", "Mickey looked down at his feet. \"I didn't want to tell you yet, Ben.\n We've been together a long time, planning to be on a rocket. But—\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "\"What's the matter, Ben? Still sore? I feel like a heel, but I'm just\n not like you and Charlie, I guess. I—\"", "It was because he wanted to die nearer home. His home, Laura, was the\n Universe, where the ship was his house, the crew his father, mother,\n brothers, the planets his children.", "sense.\"\nThe next morning Charlie said good-bye in our room. He rubbed his\n scarred face nervously as he cleared his throat with a series of thin,\n tight coughs.", "live to see. Charlie didn't leave just a few trinkets behind him. He\n left himself, Laura, for he showed me that a boy's dream can also be a\n man's dream.", "Because of these things, Laura, I will be gone in the morning. Explain\n the best you can to Mickey and to your parents and Dean Dawson.", "last night on Earth. It might have seemed an ugly kind of celebration\n to you, but he wanted it with all his heart, and we robbed him of it.", "\"Would you, Ben? Would you be satisfied with just seeing Mars? Wouldn't\n you want to go on to Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and on and on?\"", "He made his last trip to Luna when he knew he was going to die. Heaven\n knows how he escaped a checkup. Maybe the captain understood and was\n kind—but that doesn't matter now.", "Then, finally, I fingered his meager possessions—a few wrinkled\n photos, some letters, a small black statue of a forgotten Martian god,", "so exciting. I'll just live a lot longer. I'm sorry, Ben.\"", "A moment later Mickey said, frowning, \"What was he talking about, Ben?\n Did he make you an offer?\"", "Then you murmured, \"I—I want to marry you, Ben, but are you asking me\n to marry a spaceman or a teacher?\"\n\n\n \"Can't a spaceman marry, too?\"" ] ]

[ "What doesn't the author believe about Bauer?", "What is a similarity between Forbes and Bauer?", "What doesn't the author believe about John McCain?", "How does the author seem to feel about the upcoming presidential race?", "Who does the author think will win?" ]

[ [ "Forbes is Bauer's current competition", "Bauer is able to spin results in his favor", "he is pro-choice and a moderate conservative", "he is an underdog because of his inexperience" ], [ "they are considered underdogs in the race", "the media attention they're receiving", "their political beliefs", "their upbringing" ], [ "he was trying to send a message about Ames being unimportant", "he had a lot of courage and cunning to skip over Ames", "he's the only experienced political candidate in the running", "McCain could afford to miss Ames because of his support in other states" ], [ "surprised by the atypical political happenings", "excited to see how the contestants \"battle\"", "confident that it will be a close race between the four", "convinced that he already knows how the race will end" ], [ "Dole - she had feminism and and a new set of voters behind her", "Forbes - he's the best conservative and has the most money", "Bush - he's only discussed as the competition, implying that nothing more needs to be said", "McCain - he's so good, he didn't need to participate at Ames" ] ]

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[ [ "Bauer argued on Late Edition . \"I have never run", "wrote that Bauer \"overcame his own financial disadvantages\" and", "race,\" noting that Bauer's supporters \"love the fact that he", "the post-poll analysis. Pundits concluded that Bauer \"did what", "in a two-man race\" against Bush. Bauer disagreed, and", "Bauer and asked whether Buchanan was finished.", "Buchanan fends off comparisons to Bauer by emphasizing his", "failed to break away, \"he and Bauer are likely to", "agreed that Bauer \"is becoming the populist in the race,\"", "way, Bauer will go after Forbes. When asked on television", "show hosts reminded Buchanan that he had lost to Bauer", "Bauer and Buchanan, Forbes anointed himself \"the conservative in", "television about Forbes' claim to represent the right. Bauer cited", "4. Underdog. Bauer couldn't claim to be more strapped", "how the race shapes up. Bauer will frame it as", "closer to Bauer's 9 than to Forbes' 21, she", "and the media took his side. \"Forbes, Bauer Battle for", "medal,\" \"win, place, and show\"), Bauer changed metaphors, telling", "3. Conservatism. If Bauer wins the social conservative quarterfinal", "2. Social conservative quarterfinal. This was Bauer's big spin" ], [ "way, Bauer will go after Forbes. When asked on television", "Bauer and Buchanan, Forbes anointed himself \"the conservative in", "and the media took his side. \"Forbes, Bauer Battle for", "television about Forbes' claim to represent the right. Bauer cited", "cited Forbes' wealth and called himself \"the son of a", "two. He can target Forbes, knowing that if he prevails,", "race,\" noting that Bauer's supporters \"love the fact that he", "the field dwindles to Bush, Forbes, and Bauer, McCain", "closer to Bauer's 9 than to Forbes' 21, she", "wrote that Bauer \"overcame his own financial disadvantages\" and", "as a populist showdown, chiefly between himself and Forbes.", "agreed that Bauer \"is becoming the populist in the race,\"", "the post-poll analysis. Pundits concluded that Bauer \"did what", "press agreed. \"Forbes had growing hopes ... that he might", "Forbes. Forbes will frame it as a fight between the", "for Right,\" the Post proclaimed, concluding that because Forbes failed", "to play Bush. Despite Forbes' huge financial advantage, \"we finished", "Forbes, and Dole. Though Dole's 14 percent was closer", "Bauer and asked whether Buchanan was finished.", "of which Bush has little and Forbes has almost none." ], [ "\" This is McCain's greatest triumph: He has conned the", "John McCain \n\n \n\n Playback", "hands. McCain doesn't need to persuade the media that his", "3. Experience. The longer McCain stays out of the", "1. Real votes. The vote-buying complaint only gets McCain", "gone, but I think McCain is still in,\" concluded NPR's", "McCain can sell himself as the only experienced officeholder running", "suggest that McCain's true reason for skipping Iowa is that", "2. Ames meant death for others. Noting that McCain", "isn't quite pure enough for you\"--played right into McCain's", ", and several TV pundits agreed that McCain remains formidable,", "Republican candidates.\" Why does McCain get a bye? Because he", "in New Hampshire,\" McCain argued on Fox News Sunday .", "authority as an arbiter of his candidacy, McCain called it", "McCain had bypassed the event, Quayle explained on Face the", "Iowa \"years and months.\" McCain, explaining his decision to stay", "the one who skipped Ames, John McCain. For these three,", "got to play too?\" In reply, McCain repeatedly called Ames", "Mara Liasson. Ames was Vietnam in reverse: McCain ducked", "This Week , Stephanopoulos suggested that McCain might \"have to" ], [ "presidential race and sorted out the Republican field. Everyone agrees", "\"This is going to become a two-person race.\" The press", "run for president or office before. And yet here we", "talking about president of the United States.\"", "2. Race for third. Since Bush and Forbes were", "might upset Bush or finish a close second,\" recalled the", "agrees that George W. Bush is the front-runner, that Steve", "in a two-man race\" against Bush. Bauer disagreed, and", "on this. It wasn't until George Bush said he was", "than to Bush.\"", "how the race shapes up. Bauer will frame it as", "their tickets punched\" to stay in the race. Talk show", "race,\" noting that Bauer's supporters \"love the fact that he", "caucuses aren't \"real votes.\" \"We'll have real votes in", "Fox News' Carl Cameron put it: \"The other seven candidates", "On Meet the Press , he called himself the \"breakout", "\" This is McCain's greatest triumph: He has conned the", "gone, but I think McCain is still in,\" concluded NPR's", "least to write him off as a Republican by inferring", "straw poll in Ames, Iowa, kicked off the 2000 presidential" ], [ "1. Buchanan will defect. Since Buchanan's combativeness and", "Dole \"the winner of this contest-within-the-contest.\" Dole touted", "the big winner may be Elizabeth Dole,\" concluded Time .", "Pundits bought the three-winners line, treating Ames as a", "two. He can target Forbes, knowing that if he prevails,", "Forbes. Forbes will frame it as a fight between the", "\"This is going to become a two-person race.\" The press", "prevails, either Bush or Dole will have vanquished the other", "would show up. She, therefore, I think, is the biggest", "bleed. Ames has organized the contestants. Let the games begin.", "were expected to finish first and second, many pundits concluded,", "spin win. Like Dole, he won a crucial", "biggest winner.\"", "of candidates\" and that lower finishers might soon perish. On", "what he had to do ... beat Pat Buchanan,\" and", "2. Race for third. Since Bush and Forbes were", "way, Bauer will go after Forbes. When asked on television", "fortify his war chest while his rivals battle and bleed.", "3. Conservatism. If Bauer wins the social conservative quarterfinal", "Ames, coupled with her victory in the post-Ames spin contest," ] ]

[ "How were the Volpla able to eat solid food so quickly?", "Why is it ironic that the narrator's wife is asking him to be quiet during the broadcast?", "Why did the narrator decide not to mention the Volplas during Guy's broadcast?", "Why doesn't the narrator want to tell anyone about his experiments?", "Why is it ironic that the narrator's wife refers to him as Zeus?", "What is the \"new kind of fun\" that the narrator wants to have now that his first experiment worked?", "Why was the Volpla vocabulary limited when the narrator took a few into the valley?", "What motivated the narrator to design the Volpla origin story as he did?", "Why did the narrator's wife react the way she did when she got home to see workmen at the house?", "What kind of relationship does the narrator have with his children?" ]

[ [ "Their anatomy is not human, and their more developed digestive system handles solid food much earlier", "They mature very quickly, as a result of their mutant status, so it would be easy to eat anything", "Their growth had been artificially sped up, so they passed the stages where they would have needed different food", "Solid food was the only thing they were offered, so they learned to eat it" ], [ "She has been giving him alcohol, which could have been adding to the talkativeness", "She is talking more than he is, so the effort is misplaced", "He is usually fairly quiet, and this is unusual behavior for him", "He is being supportive of his friend for once and should be encouraged" ], [ "Nobody could hear him over the broadcast's high volume", "He wanted to make sure Guy had his moment and didn't want to steal the spotlight", "He wanted to brag to Guy later, when he showed him the Volplas in the lab afterwards for a more dramatic effect", "He wanted to keep the secret long term and it wouldn't have been worth it to give it away" ], [ "He wants to wait until he can publish a paper about his results", "He wants to sit back and watch what happens when they're released on the world", "It is illegal to breed mutant animals, and doesn't want to get caught", "He doesn't want people to know about his work until he has perfected the new species" ], [ "The area they live in is compared to the Roman countryside, not anything Greek", "He seems to think he's very important, and about as powerful", "He identifies more closely with different figures in Greek mythology", "She thinks he has too many children, similar to Zeus" ], [ "He wants to pursue his maid, since she doesn't seem interested in him", "He is going to sit back and watch a chaotic plan come into place", "He is going to spend more time outdoors with his kids, exploring the area", "He is going to continue developing various types of mutant animals" ], [ "They had not been alive long enough to learn enough English to communicate well", "They were encountering concepts that were unfamiliar from the lab environment", "They are not smart enough to have a fully developed language, no matter how hard they try", "They were confusing their own language with English, having trouble keeping the languages separate" ], [ "He enjoyed creating backstories for the creatures as part of the stories he told them", "He did not want the creatues to feel like they did not have a rich history", "The Volpla asked him to tell them their history, and when they guessed they were from elsewhere, he ran with it", "Making them think they were aliens was part of preventing any traceable ties between them and himself" ], [ "The narrator had told her that he was going to expand his workspace to investigate different mutations", "She was upset that it seemed like the narrator was giving up on his work by tearing down his laboratory space", "She was hoping to convert the lab space into a room for the family when he was done, and didn't want it to be torn down", "He had shown no sign of actually reporting on his work, and she didn't know what this change meant" ], [ "The children don't talk to him at all, because they are constantly disappointed by his not sharing his work with them", "The children see him as a kind but absent father figure who is dedicated to his science", "The children think he is nice but odd, perhaps a bit too talkative about his own pride around his work", "The children are upset with him because they think he is too strict, making them swim with bathing suits, and things like this" ] ]

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[ [ "Volpla\nBy WYMAN GUIN\n\n\n Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "I saw the planes close momentarily. Then they opened again and the bird\n plummeted to a hillside. The volpla landed gently atop the hill and\n stood looking back at us.", "The volpla beside me danced up and down shrieking in a language all her\n own. The girl who had raised the birds from the tree volplaned back to", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "The women were kissing him and hugging him. Everybody was yelling at\n once.\nI used the metabolic accelerator to cut the volplas' gestation down to", "I looked back, as did the girl remaining beside me. The soaring volpla\n half closed his planes and started dropping. He became a golden flash\n across the sky.", "When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them\n loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before\n anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers\n would laugh.", "Except, of course, that the woods were full of volplas. At night, I\n could hear them faintly when I sat out on the terrace. As they passed", "The doves abruptly gave up their hard climbing and fell away with\n swiftly beating wings. I saw one of the male volpla's planes open a\n little. He veered giddily in the new direction and again dropped like a\n molten arrow.", "Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could\n create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No,", "By four o'clock that afternoon, I was feeding them solid food and, with\n the spars closed, they were holding little cups and drinking water from\n them in a most humanlike way. They were active, curious, playful and\n decidedly amorous.", "Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a\n tiny stream through there and at one point it formed a sizable pool.", "By the next spring, I had a colony of over a hundred volplas and I shut\n down the accelerator. From now on, they could have babies in their own\n way.", "with my property. It was already apparent that it would take the\n volplas only a few more weeks to learn their means of survival and\n develop an embryonic culture of their own. Then they could leave my", "sparrows, and hunted them easily as they roosted at night. I had taught\n the volplas to use the fire drill and they were already utilizing the", "whoop. After that, it was a carnival.\nThey learned quickly and brilliantly. They were not fliers; they were\n gliders and soarers. Before long, they took agilely to the trees and", "Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and\n withdrew the intravenous needles from my first volplas. I carried their", "By the end of the week, these super-families were scattered over\n about four square miles of the ranch. They had found a new delicacy,", "There were three of them. Dozens of limp little mutants that would have\n sent an academic zoologist into hysterics lay there in the metabolic\n accelerator. But there were three of", "Suddenly, as I teased the male volpla, this happened." ], [ "\"For heaven's sake, darling,\" my wife complained, \"I told you about\n Guy's rocket being a success. The papers are full of it. So are the\n broadcasts.\"", "\"It's almost time for the broadcast. I was afraid we would miss it.\"\n\n\n \"What broadcast?\"\n\n\n \"From the rocket.\"\n\n\n \"Rocket?\"", "\"You look real good,\" I said. \"A regular Space Ranger. What are you\n shooting at?\"\n\n\n \"Darling, will you please—be—\nquiet\n?\"", "My wife said, \"Em, I think I'll just faint.\"\n\n\n Suddenly there was a lunar landscape on the screen, looking just as\n it's always been pictured. A mechanical voice cut in.", "My wife gave me a look; you know the kind. I sat down. Then I got up\n and poured myself another martini and freshened Em's up, too. I sat\n down again.", "I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, \"Yes, sir,\n the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun.\"\n\n\n My wife sighed patiently.", "\"What? Sure. Certainly.\"\n\n\n \"You didn't hear a word. You just sit there and grin into space.\" She\n got up and poured me another martini. \"Here, maybe this will sober you\n up.\"", "Volpla wisdom would become a cult—and of all forms of comedy, cults, I\n think, are the funniest.\n\"Darling, are you listening to me?\" my wife asked with impatient\n patience.", "\"From this position, the telemeter known as Rocket Charlie will be\n broadcasting scientific data for several months. But now, ladies and\n gentlemen, we will clear the air for Rocket Charlie's only general\n broadcast. Stand by for Rocket Charlie.\"", "\"Yeah, Dad. Can it, will you? You're always gagging around.\"\nOn the screen, Guy's big dead-earnest face was explaining more about", "Well, when that screen went dead, there was pandemonium around our\n terrace. Big old Guy was so happy, he was wiping tears from his eyes.", "I helped Em out and hugged her. Guy jumped out, asking, \"Do you have\n your TV set on?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I answered. \"Should I?\"", "My wife tried the door, too, but more subtly, as if casually touching\n the knob while calling.\n\n\n \"Lunch, dear.\"\n\n\n \"Be right there.\"", "He said, \"'Ello, 'ello.\"\nAs I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife", "My wife got out of the car and looked around at the workmen hurrying\n about the disemboweled buildings and she said, \"What on Earth is going\n on here?\"", "I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her\n rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked\n across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying\n to hit a combination that would work.", "I laughed and picked up my plate and sat down in a chair. My wife\n brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the\n boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture.", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "My wife did indeed have a delicious-looking buffet ready on the\n terrace. The maid was just setting down a warmer filled with hot\n hamburgers. I gave the maid a pinch and said, \"Hello, baby.\"", "\"It's a joke,\" I assured her. \"I'm going to play a tremendous joke on\n the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way,\n but I've always....\"" ], [ "Guy on the shoulder. For just a moment, I thought of telling him about\n my volplas. But only for a moment.", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them\n loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before\n anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers\n would laugh.", "I looked back, as did the girl remaining beside me. The soaring volpla\n half closed his planes and started dropping. He became a golden flash\n across the sky.", "Volpla\nBy WYMAN GUIN\n\n\n Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Except, of course, that the woods were full of volplas. At night, I\n could hear them faintly when I sat out on the terrace. As they passed", "The scene had changed to a desert launching site. There was old Guy\n himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the", "\"For heaven's sake, darling,\" my wife complained, \"I told you about\n Guy's rocket being a success. The papers are full of it. So are the\n broadcasts.\"", "The doves abruptly gave up their hard climbing and fell away with\n swiftly beating wings. I saw one of the male volpla's planes open a\n little. He veered giddily in the new direction and again dropped like a\n molten arrow.", "occurred to me they would not leave that safety while the hawklike\n silhouette of the volpla marred the sky so near.", "I helped Em out and hugged her. Guy jumped out, asking, \"Do you have\n your TV set on?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I answered. \"Should I?\"", "\"Hey, wait a minute,\" Guy objected. \"They're about to show the shots of\n the launching.\"", "I saw the planes close momentarily. Then they opened again and the bird\n plummeted to a hillside. The volpla landed gently atop the hill and\n stood looking back at us.", "\"It's almost time for the broadcast. I was afraid we would miss it.\"\n\n\n \"What broadcast?\"\n\n\n \"From the rocket.\"\n\n\n \"Rocket?\"", "The volpla beside me danced up and down shrieking in a language all her\n own. The girl who had raised the birds from the tree volplaned back to", "Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could\n create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No,", "\"From this position, the telemeter known as Rocket Charlie will be\n broadcasting scientific data for several months. But now, ladies and\n gentlemen, we will clear the air for Rocket Charlie's only general\n broadcast. Stand by for Rocket Charlie.\"", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "Guy, on the screen, pushed the button, and I heard Guy, beside me, give\n a sort of little sigh. We watched the hatch slowly close.", "Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a\n tiny stream through there and at one point it formed a sizable pool." ], [ "I thought, \"By God, wouldn't he have a fit if he knew what I have back\n there in that lab! Wouldn't they all!\"", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "\"It's a joke,\" I assured her. \"I'm going to play a tremendous joke on\n the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way,\n but I've always....\"", "I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her\n rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked\n across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying\n to hit a combination that would work.", "I watched them affectionately and wondered about the advisability of\n leaving them out here. Well, it had to be done sometime. Nothing I\n could tell them about surviving would help them as much as a little\n actual surviving. I called the male over to me.", "When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them\n loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before\n anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers\n would laugh.", "on the walk in front of the movie just as Theda Bara's matinee let out.\n The best part was that no one had seen me do it. They just couldn't", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "The two girls reached him before I did and stroked and fussed over him\n so that I could not get near. Suddenly he laughed with a shrill little", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "Some joker from Cal Tech was explaining diagrams of a multi-stage\n rocket.\n\n\n After a bit, I got up and said, \"I have something out in the lab I want\n to check on.\"", "There were three of them. Dozens of limp little mutants that would have\n sent an academic zoologist into hysterics lay there in the metabolic\n accelerator. But there were three of", "\"Say, what goes with you? You've been grinning like a happy ape ever\n since you came out of the lab.\"\n\n\n \"I told you—\"", "These were no monsters blasted by the dosage of radiation into crippled\n structures. They were lovely, perfect little creatures.", "I grinned. \"Forgive me if I eat and run, dear. Something in the lab\n can't wait.\"", "My wife looked at me appraisingly and shook her head. \"I thought you\n meant it. But you really ought to. It would be your first.\"\n\n\n My son asked, \"What happened to the animals?\"", "\"We can learn again. We want to stay here.\" His little face was so\n solemn and thoughtful that I reached out and stroked the fur on his\n head reassuringly.", "understand how so many snakes got there. I learned how great it can be\n to stand around quietly and watch people encounter the surprise that\n you have prepared for them.\"", "about his cage. I smiled with nostalgia when the fifth fingers of his\n hands, four times as long as the others, uncurled as he spun about the\n cage.", "When I had to leave, it was dark. I warned them to stand watches, keep\n the fire burning low and take to the tree above if anything approached.\n The male walked a little away with me when I left the fire." ], [ "\"I've been drinking the nectar of the gods. My Hera, you're properly\n married to Zeus. I've my own little Greeks descended from Icarus.\"", "As we stepped up on the terrace, she turned to Guy and Em. \"He's out of\n contact today. Thinks he's Zeus.\"", "He said, \"'Ello, 'ello.\"\nAs I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife", "My wife did indeed have a delicious-looking buffet ready on the\n terrace. The maid was just setting down a warmer filled with hot\n hamburgers. I gave the maid a pinch and said, \"Hello, baby.\"", "Volpla wisdom would become a cult—and of all forms of comedy, cults, I\n think, are the funniest.\n\"Darling, are you listening to me?\" my wife asked with impatient\n patience.", "I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, \"Yes, sir,\n the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun.\"\n\n\n My wife sighed patiently.", "My wife gave me a look; you know the kind. I sat down. Then I got up\n and poured myself another martini and freshened Em's up, too. I sat\n down again.", "\"It's a joke,\" I assured her. \"I'm going to play a tremendous joke on\n the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way,\n but I've always....\"", "\"What? Sure. Certainly.\"\n\n\n \"You didn't hear a word. You just sit there and grin into space.\" She\n got up and poured me another martini. \"Here, maybe this will sober you\n up.\"", "I laughed and picked up my plate and sat down in a chair. My wife\n brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the\n boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture.", "I glanced about and presently pointed over a tree. \"From Venus.\" Then\n I realized I had blundered by passing him an English name. \"In your\n language, Pohtah.\"", "She let go of my ear. \"Is that the kind of fun you're going to have?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"Did I say you are\neccentric\n?\"", "I kissed her until I heard rollerskates coming across the terrace from\n one direction and a horse galloping toward the terrace from the other\n direction.\n\n\n \"You have lovely lips,\" I whispered.", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "\"For heaven's sake, darling,\" my wife complained, \"I told you about\n Guy's rocket being a success. The papers are full of it. So are the\n broadcasts.\"", "I took the girl's hand from my sleeve and spoke to her, pointing as I\n did so. \"He is going to catch a bird. The bird is in that tree. You", "\"Our daughter says I'm eccentric. Wonder how the devil she found out.\"\n\n\n \"From me, of course.\"\n\n\n \"But you love me just the same.\"", "I danced a little jig the way old Nijinsky might do it. \"Oh, great!\n Oh, wonderful! Good old Guy! Everybody's a success. It's great. It's\n wonderful. Success on success!\"", "to pinch the maid and the kids can't go naked.\" I leaned toward her and\n smacked her cheek. \"But the food and the old woman are still the best.\"", "\"You look real good,\" I said. \"A regular Space Ranger. What are you\n shooting at?\"\n\n\n \"Darling, will you please—be—\nquiet\n?\"" ], [ "\"It's a joke,\" I assured her. \"I'm going to play a tremendous joke on\n the whole world. I've only had the feeling once before in a small way,\n but I've always....\"", "I stood up and put my plate aside and bent over her. \"Just the same,\n I'm going to have a new kind of fun.\"\nShe reached up and grabbed my ear. She narrowed her eyes and put a mock\n grimness on her lips.", "She let go of my ear. \"Is that the kind of fun you're going to have?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"Did I say you are\neccentric\n?\"", "I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, \"Yes, sir,\n the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun.\"\n\n\n My wife sighed patiently.", "I danced a little jig the way old Nijinsky might do it. \"Oh, great!\n Oh, wonderful! Good old Guy! Everybody's a success. It's great. It's\n wonderful. Success on success!\"", "\"Say, what goes with you? You've been grinning like a happy ape ever\n since you came out of the lab.\"\n\n\n \"I told you—\"", "I laughed out loud with anticipation. Wait till the first pair of these\n was brought before a sheriff! Wait till reporters from the\nChronicle\nmotored out into the hills to witness this!", "Well, when that screen went dead, there was pandemonium around our\n terrace. Big old Guy was so happy, he was wiping tears from his eyes.", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "about his cage. I smiled with nostalgia when the fifth fingers of his\n hands, four times as long as the others, uncurled as he spun about the\n cage.", "The scene had changed to a desert launching site. There was old Guy\n himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the", "I thought, \"By God, wouldn't he have a fit if he knew what I have back\n there in that lab! Wouldn't they all!\"", "I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her\n rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked\n across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying\n to hit a combination that would work.", "The two girls reached him before I did and stroked and fussed over him\n so that I could not get near. Suddenly he laughed with a shrill little", "My wife looked at me appraisingly and shook her head. \"I thought you\n meant it. But you really ought to. It would be your first.\"\n\n\n My son asked, \"What happened to the animals?\"", "By four o'clock that afternoon, I was feeding them solid food and, with\n the spars closed, they were holding little cups and drinking water from\n them in a most humanlike way. They were active, curious, playful and\n decidedly amorous.", "understand how so many snakes got there. I learned how great it can be\n to stand around quietly and watch people encounter the surprise that\n you have prepared for them.\"", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and\n withdrew the intravenous needles from my first volplas. I carried their", "He said, \"'Ello, 'ello.\"\nAs I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife" ], [ "The volpla beside me danced up and down shrieking in a language all her\n own. The girl who had raised the birds from the tree volplaned back to", "I saw the planes close momentarily. Then they opened again and the bird\n plummeted to a hillside. The volpla landed gently atop the hill and\n stood looking back at us.", "Except, of course, that the woods were full of volplas. At night, I\n could hear them faintly when I sat out on the terrace. As they passed", "He looked at the planet a long time and murmured, \"Venus. Pohtah.\"\nThat next week, I transported all of the volplas out to the oak woods.", "I looked back, as did the girl remaining beside me. The soaring volpla\n half closed his planes and started dropping. He became a golden flash\n across the sky.", "reluctantly admit the facts. Linguists would observe at close quarters\n and learn the simple volpla language. Then would come the legends.", "When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them\n loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before\n anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers\n would laugh.", "Volpla\nBy WYMAN GUIN\n\n\n Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "They were all three wide-eyed at the world and jabbered continuously.\n They kept me busy relating their words for \"tree,\" \"rock,\" \"sky\" to the\n objects. They had a little trouble with \"sky.\"", "Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could\n create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No,", "I had devised the language for them, using Basic English as my model,\n and during the months while every female was busy in the metabolic", "Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a\n tiny stream through there and at one point it formed a sizable pool.", "The doves abruptly gave up their hard climbing and fell away with\n swiftly beating wings. I saw one of the male volpla's planes open a\n little. He veered giddily in the new direction and again dropped like a\n molten arrow.", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "I watched them affectionately and wondered about the advisability of\n leaving them out here. Well, it had to be done sometime. Nothing I\n could tell them about surviving would help them as much as a little\n actual surviving. I called the male over to me.", "I glanced about and presently pointed over a tree. \"From Venus.\" Then\n I realized I had blundered by passing him an English name. \"In your\n language, Pohtah.\"", "\"You lived in places like this all along these mountains. Now there\n are very few of you left. Since you have been staying at my place, you\n naturally have forgotten the ways of living outdoors.\"", "accelerator, I taught the language to the males. They spoke it softly\n in high voices and the eight hundred words didn't seem to tax their\n little skulls a bit.", "The doves separated and began to zigzag down the valley. The volpla did\n something I would not have anticipated—he opened his planes and shot", "twelve. I glanced across the animal room to where old Nijinsky thrust\n his graying head from a cage. I had called them volplas since the day" ], [ "Volpla\nBy WYMAN GUIN\n\n\n Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "When they were able to take care of themselves, I would turn them\n loose. There would be volpla colonies all up and down the Coast before\n anyone suspected. One day, somebody would see a volpla. The newspapers\n would laugh.", "I looked back, as did the girl remaining beside me. The soaring volpla\n half closed his planes and started dropping. He became a golden flash\n across the sky.", "I saw the planes close momentarily. Then they opened again and the bird\n plummeted to a hillside. The volpla landed gently atop the hill and\n stood looking back at us.", "Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could\n create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No,", "had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic\n accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted\n nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas", "The doves abruptly gave up their hard climbing and fell away with\n swiftly beating wings. I saw one of the male volpla's planes open a\n little. He veered giddily in the new direction and again dropped like a\n molten arrow.", "The volpla beside me danced up and down shrieking in a language all her\n own. The girl who had raised the birds from the tree volplaned back to", "The scene had changed to a desert launching site. There was old Guy\n himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the", "Except, of course, that the woods were full of volplas. At night, I\n could hear them faintly when I sat out on the terrace. As they passed", "reluctantly admit the facts. Linguists would observe at close quarters\n and learn the simple volpla language. Then would come the legends.", "This was by far the most impressive plane that had appeared till now.\n It was a true gliding plane, perhaps even a soaring one. I felt a\n thrill run along my back.", "I glanced about and presently pointed over a tree. \"From Venus.\" Then\n I realized I had blundered by passing him an English name. \"In your\n language, Pohtah.\"", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "He probably meant to dive for her. But when he spread his arms, the\n spars snapped out and those golden planes sheared into the air. He", "\"I promise.\" He looked up at the night sky and, in the firelight, I saw\n his wonder. \"You say we came from there?\"\n\n\n \"The old ones of your kind told me so. Didn't they tell you?\"", "By the next spring, I had a colony of over a hundred volplas and I shut\n down the accelerator. From now on, they could have babies in their own\n way.", "Almost two hours went by before the male made it into the air. His\n playful curiosity about the world had been abandoned momentarily and he", "\"From this position, the telemeter known as Rocket Charlie will be\n broadcasting scientific data for several months. But now, ladies and\n gentlemen, we will clear the air for Rocket Charlie's only general\n broadcast. Stand by for Rocket Charlie.\"", "Of course, the volplas didn't want to return to the lab. There was a\n tiny stream through there and at one point it formed a sizable pool." ], [ "My wife got out of the car and looked around at the workmen hurrying\n about the disemboweled buildings and she said, \"What on Earth is going\n on here?\"", "My wife looked at me with a puzzled smile. \"What on Earth's got into\n you?\"\n\n\n The maid beat it into the house.", "My wife did indeed have a delicious-looking buffet ready on the\n terrace. The maid was just setting down a warmer filled with hot\n hamburgers. I gave the maid a pinch and said, \"Hello, baby.\"", "He said, \"'Ello, 'ello.\"\nAs I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife", "My wife gave me a look; you know the kind. I sat down. Then I got up\n and poured myself another martini and freshened Em's up, too. I sat\n down again.", "I unlocked the door, held it against her pushing and slipped out so\n that, for all her peering, she could see nothing. I looked down on her\n tolerantly.", "The afternoon my family returned home, I had a crew of workmen out\n tearing down the animal rooms and lab building. The caretakers", "I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her\n rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked\n across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying\n to hit a combination that would work.", "and ridiculously short arms, stared at her with simian, canine or\n rodent faces. At the door to the outside, she turned perilously and\n waved.", "My wife said, \"Em, I think I'll just faint.\"\n\n\n Suddenly there was a lunar landscape on the screen, looking just as\n it's always been pictured. A mechanical voice cut in.", "My wife tried the door, too, but more subtly, as if casually touching\n the knob while calling.\n\n\n \"Lunch, dear.\"\n\n\n \"Be right there.\"", "\"What? Sure. Certainly.\"\n\n\n \"You didn't hear a word. You just sit there and grin into space.\" She\n got up and poured me another martini. \"Here, maybe this will sober you\n up.\"", "I laughed and picked up my plate and sat down in a chair. My wife\n brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the\n boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture.", "I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, \"Yes, sir,\n the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun.\"\n\n\n My wife sighed patiently.", "The two girls reached him before I did and stroked and fussed over him\n so that I could not get near. Suddenly he laughed with a shrill little", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "Well, when that screen went dead, there was pandemonium around our\n terrace. Big old Guy was so happy, he was wiping tears from his eyes.", "She peeked too, as she had for fifteen years, but I blocked her view\n when I slipped out.\n\n\n \"Come on, you old hermit. I have a buffet on the terrace.\"", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "I danced into the kitchen table and tipped over a basket of green corn.\n The maid promptly left the kitchen for some other place.\n\n\n My wife just stared at me. \"Have you been drinking the lab alcohol?\"" ], [ "The two girls reached him before I did and stroked and fussed over him\n so that I could not get near. Suddenly he laughed with a shrill little", "The two girls were watching him intently. They came over to me\n wonderingly, stopping now and then to watch him. When they were", "I watched them affectionately and wondered about the advisability of\n leaving them out here. Well, it had to be done sometime. Nothing I\n could tell them about surviving would help them as much as a little\n actual surviving. I called the male over to me.", "I heard my daughter's running feet in the animal rooms and her\n rollerskates banging at her side. I closed the accelerator and walked\n across to the laboratory door. She twisted the knob violently, trying\n to hit a combination that would work.", "\"Daddy?\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"\n\n\n \"Mother says you are eccentric. Is that true?\"\n\n\n \"I'll speak to her about it.\"", "I laughed and took his tiny, four-fingered hand. In a sandy spot\n beneath a great tree that overhung the creek, I built a small fire for", "standing beside me, they said nothing. They shaded their eyes with\n tiny hands and watched him as he passed directly above us at about two\n hundred and fifty feet. One of the girls, with her eyes fast on his", "I took the girl's hand from my sleeve and spoke to her, pointing as I\n did so. \"He is going to catch a bird. The bird is in that tree. You", "\"We can learn again. We want to stay here.\" His little face was so\n solemn and thoughtful that I reached out and stroked the fur on his\n head reassuringly.", "\"You lived in places like this all along these mountains. Now there\n are very few of you left. Since you have been staying at my place, you\n naturally have forgotten the ways of living outdoors.\"", "He was a little the larger and stood twenty-eight inches high. Except\n for the face, chest and belly, they were covered with a soft, almost", "about his cage. I smiled with nostalgia when the fifth fingers of his\n hands, four times as long as the others, uncurled as he spun about the\n cage.", "They were raptly curious about the bird. They poked at it, marveled at\n its feathers and danced about it in an embryonic rite of the hunt. But\n presently the male turned to me.", "\"Our daughter says I'm eccentric. Wonder how the devil she found out.\"\n\n\n \"From me, of course.\"\n\n\n \"But you love me just the same.\"", "I laughed and picked up my plate and sat down in a chair. My wife\n brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the\n boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture.", "They were all three wide-eyed at the world and jabbered continuously.\n They kept me busy relating their words for \"tree,\" \"rock,\" \"sky\" to the\n objects. They had a little trouble with \"sky.\"", "My wife looked at me appraisingly and shook her head. \"I thought you\n meant it. But you really ought to. It would be your first.\"\n\n\n My son asked, \"What happened to the animals?\"", "When I had to leave, it was dark. I warned them to stand watches, keep\n the fire burning low and take to the tree above if anything approached.\n The male walked a little away with me when I left the fire.", "I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, \"Yes, sir,\n the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun.\"\n\n\n My wife sighed patiently.", "There were a hundred and seven men, women and children. With no design\n on my part, they tended to segregate into groups consisting of four to\n eight couples together with the current children of the women. Within" ] ]

[ "What is the \"thing\"?", "During what instance does the narrator tell the truth without intending to?", "How do Martians communicate with men from Earth?", "Why might the narrator feel that he is \"so dirty, so very dirty that I could never get clean if I bathed every hour for the rest of my life\"?", "What is Miss Casey's motivation to feed the narrator?", "Why does Kevin think that it is immoral to eat?", "Why does Miss Casey's face flash red?", "What is the most revealing reason for Miss Casey smelling good?", "What is Doc's profession?" ]

[ [ "A state of pure thought.", "A book that doesn't exist.", "A vehicle to find coffee. ", "An agent of time travel." ], [ "He tells Miss Casey that he wants coffee.", "He tells Andre about Miss Casey.", "He tells Miss Casey his real first and last name.", "He tells the somber person that Doc is his father." ], [ "Without using logical sense, only the imagination.", "By sensing and without the need for talking.", "Through manuscripts and unwritten books.", "Via time travel." ], [ "Because he is homeless and unclean.", "Because he has cooties.", "Because his addiction prevents him from bathing.", "Because he unknowingly feels debasement in desiring something material. " ], [ "She is a good school teacher trying to help the needy.", "She is police officer investigating stock market fraud.", "She wants to give him a secret note.", "She is after Kevin's secret." ], [ "Because he would rather drink coffee.", "Because he prefers to drink coffee.", "Because pure thought has no anchor in materiality.", "Because Doc is starving." ], [ "Because she is ready to kill Kevin.", "Because she is human.", "Because she is furious.", "Because of the neon lights." ], [ "She uses soap to bathe.", "She is a police officer.", "She uses perfume.", "She has no vices." ], [ "Scientist", "Addict", "Book collector", "Doctor" ] ]

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[ [ "knew\nthis last time had been\n different. Whatever it was was getting closer. This was the first time\n Doc had ever made anything. It didn't look like much, but it was a", "Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a\nthing\n.\nMy heart hammered at my lungs. I", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "He held something out to me. It was my notebook. He had used my pen,\n before dismantling it, to write something. I tilted the notebook\n against the neon light, now red wine, now fresh grape. I read it.", "see\n....\"\nHis voice rose to a meaningless wail that stretched into non-existence.\n The pen slid across the scribbled face of the notebook and both dropped", "Then he disappeared.\n\n\n I looked at that which he had made. I wondered where he had gone, in\n search of what.\n\n\n \"He didn't use that,\" Andre said.", "The heavier man was half choking, half laughing. \"I say—I say, I would\n like to see you explain this, my dear fellow.\"", "Accepting the sheaf of papers and not looking back at these two great\n and good men, I concentrated on my own time and Doc. Nothing happened.\n My heart raced, but I saw something dancing before me like a dust mote", "\"My clients have occasioned singular methods of entry into these\n rooms,\" the thin man remarked, \"but never before have they used\n instantaneous materialization.\"", "Her breath escaped slowly and loudly. \"It's all right. It's all right.\n It exists. It's real. Not even one of the unwritten ones. I've read\n this myself.\"", "I didn't want to be cured. I wouldn't be. Doc was gone. That was all I\n had now. That and the\nthing\nhe left.", "did not exist\n.\"\nI didn't know what all that was supposed to mean. I got to the chair,\n snatched up the coffee container, tore it open and gulped down the", "\"But, Kevin,\" Andre said, \"you aren't\nthat\ndirty.\"\nThe blow shook the gun from my fingers. It almost fell into the\nthing\non the floor, but at the last moment seemed to change direction and\n miss it.", "\"She didn't,\" he stammered. \"Why do you think I was trying to get that\n bill out of your hand?\"", "The hamburger was engulfed by five black-crowned, broken fingernails\n and raised to two rows of yellow ivory. I surrounded it like an ameba,\n almost in a single movement of my jaws.", "I had always wondered how a thing like a Martian could talk. Sometimes\n I wondered if they really could.\n\n\n \"You won't need the gun,\" Andre said conversationally.", "\"What nickel?\" His eyes were big, but they kept looking right at me.\n \"You don't have any nickel. You don't have any quarter, not if I say", "\"I have no data,\" the thin man answered coolly. \"In such instance, one\n begins to twist theories into fact, or facts into theories. I must ask", "A thin, sickly man was sprawled in the other chair in a rumpled\n dressing gown. My eyes held to his face, his pinpoint pupils and", "Doc began to mumble louder.\n\n\n I knew I had to move.\n\n\n I waited just a moment, savoring the painless peace. Then, finally, I\n moved." ], [ "\"She didn't,\" he stammered. \"Why do you think I was trying to get that\n bill out of your hand?\"", "\"I hope you'll forgive him, sir,\" I said, not meeting the man's eyes.\n \"He's my father and very old, as you can see.\" I laughed inside at the\n absurd, easy lie. \"Old events seem recent to him.\"", "from my numb hands. But I knew. Somehow, inside me,\nI knew\nthat these\n words were what I had been waiting for. They told everything I needed", "Her breath escaped slowly and loudly. \"It's all right. It's all right.\n It exists. It's real. Not even one of the unwritten ones. I've read\n this myself.\"", "\"What nickel?\" His eyes were big, but they kept looking right at me.\n \"You don't have any nickel. You don't have any quarter, not if I say", "Then I realized what was about to happen. It was foolish and awful and\n true. I was going to have one of mine at the same time Doc was having", "during all these weeks and months. His hands looked old and crippled,\n but I felt they were the strongest in the world. If a half dozen winos", "Accepting the sheaf of papers and not looking back at these two great\n and good men, I concentrated on my own time and Doc. Nothing happened.\n My heart raced, but I saw something dancing before me like a dust mote", "\"I have no data,\" the thin man answered coolly. \"In such instance, one\n begins to twist theories into fact, or facts into theories. I must ask", "the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic,\n without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved\n such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex,", "would tell us something of his age with special reference to the theory\n and practice of temporal transference, Doctor, we would be better\n equipped to judge whether we exist.\"", "Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared\n me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I\n needed some coffee.", "He shut up at last and I laid him down again and put his arm back\n across his face. (You can't turn the light off and on in places like\n that. The old wiring will blow the bulb half the time.)", "He held something out to me. It was my notebook. He had used my pen,\n before dismantling it, to write something. I tilted the notebook\n against the neon light, now red wine, now fresh grape. I read it.", "Doc began to mumble louder.\n\n\n I knew I had to move.\n\n\n I waited just a moment, savoring the painless peace. Then, finally, I\n moved.", "my mind and my eyes through the electric flashes of agony, so I\n concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their\n habit pattern and construct the symbols for his words. They were", "even stronger than your withdrawal, over releasing this blessing on\n the inhabited universe, but reason finally prevailed. He had reached a\n state of pure thought.\"", "I watched her face flash blue, red, blue and knew she meant it. But I\n had known too much in too short a time. I had to help Doc, but there\n was something else.", "The most wonderful thing about her was her perfume. Then I realized it\n wasn't perfume, only the scent of soap. Finally, I knew it wasn't that.\n It was just healthy, fresh-scrubbed skin.", "I didn't look at the woman. I couldn't. But I kept remembering how\n clean she looked and I was aware of how clean she smelled. I was so" ], [ "I had always wondered how a thing like a Martian could talk. Sometimes\n I wondered if they really could.\n\n\n \"You won't need the gun,\" Andre said conversationally.", "I looked up finally and saw a Martian in or about the doorway.\n\n\n \"Call me Andre,\" the Martian said. \"A common name but foreign. It\n should serve as a point of reference.\"", "\"Use one of those sneaky Martian weapons again,\" I warned him,\n \"and I'll kill the girl.\" Martians were supposed to be against the", "if we didn't. Doc was liable to say something that might nova Sol, for\n all I knew.\nMartians approaching the corner were sensing at Doc and me. They", "man\n, of course, not an\nalien\nlike a Martian.\n Earthmen ran the whole Solar Federation, but I was just as good as an", "\"They always do,\" I told him.\n\n\n \"They ceased to exist—as human beings—shortly after they received a\n book from Doc,\" the Martian said.", "I was knocked to my knees.\n\n\n \"Kevin,\" the Martian said, \"drinking coffee represents a major vice\n only in Centurian humanoids, not Earth-norm human beings.\nWhich are\n you?\n\"", "The Martian weapon staggered me again. I tried to say something. I\n tried to explain that I was so dirty that I could never get clean no\n matter how often I bathed. No words formed.", "\"You've got your nerve,\" he said at me with a fine mist of dew. \"Had a\n quarter all along and yet you Martian me down to twenty cents.\" He saw", "\"The North American government\nhas\nto have this secret, Kevin,\" the\n girl said. \"You can't let it fall into the hands of the Martians.\"\nAndre did not deny that he wanted it to fall into his hands.", "were just cheap tourists slumming down on Skid Row. I hated tourists\n and especially I hated Martian tourists because I especially hated\n Martians. They were\naliens", "\"Tonight,\" Doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled and\n important as parchment, \"tonight Man will reach the Moon. The golden", "my mind and my eyes through the electric flashes of agony, so I\n concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their\n habit pattern and construct the symbols for his words. They were", "Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. Tonight is the night when\n this is to happen.\"", "Earthman. With my suntan and short mane, I could pass, couldn't I? That\n proved it, didn't it?", "I was kneeling on the floor of a Victorian living room. I'm quite\n familiar with Earth history and I recognized the period immediately.\n\n\n Then I realized what I had been trying to get from Doc all these\n months—time travel.", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "aliens\n. They weren't\nmen\nlike Doc and me.", "the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic,\n without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved\n such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex,", "I didn't look at her. She didn't know. She thought I was a human—an\nEarth\nhuman. I was a\nman" ], [ "dirty, so very dirty that I could never get clean if I bathed every\n hour for the rest of my life.", "The Martian weapon staggered me again. I tried to say something. I\n tried to explain that I was so dirty that I could never get clean no\n matter how often I bathed. No words formed.", "\"You mean,\" Andre said slowly, ploddingly, \"that if you bathed, you\n would be admitting that drinking coffee was in the same class as any\n other solitary vice that makes people wash frequently.\"", "dirty, I could feel the grime grinding together all over me. My shaggy\n scalp still smarted from the alcohol I had stolen from a convertible's", "during all these weeks and months. His hands looked old and crippled,\n but I felt they were the strongest in the world. If a half dozen winos", "I didn't look at the woman. I couldn't. But I kept remembering how\n clean she looked and I was aware of how clean she smelled. I was so", "\"Of course,\" I said, and added absurdly, \"That's why I don't wash.\"", "his. That was bad. It had happened a few times right after I first\n found him, but now it was worse. For some undefinable reason, I felt we\n kept getting closer each of the times.", "I crawled to the door and raised myself by the knob, slick with greasy\n dirt. The door opened and shut—there was no lock. I shouldn't leave\n Doc alone, but I had to.", "I cringed and whined. She would expect it of me. I suddenly realized\n that anybody as clean as she was had to be a tourist here. I hate\n tourists.", "\"Your hands, though unclean, have never seen physical labor. Your\n cranial construction is of a superior type, or even if you reject my", "\"I hope you'll forgive him, sir,\" I said, not meeting the man's eyes.\n \"He's my father and very old, as you can see.\" I laughed inside at the\n absurd, easy lie. \"Old events seem recent to him.\"", "Miss Casey leaned against my dirty chest and cried into it. I didn't\n mind her touching me.\n\n\n \"I'm glad,\" she said.", "I knew something. \"I don't wash because I drink coffee.\"\n\n\n \"It's all right to drink coffee, isn't it?\" he asked.", "He was starting to cry. He didn't always do that.\n\n\n I listened to him for a moment, then tested and tasted the craving that\n crawled through my veins. I got back inside somehow.", "\"But, Kevin,\" Andre said, \"you aren't\nthat\ndirty.\"\nThe blow shook the gun from my fingers. It almost fell into the\nthing\non the floor, but at the last moment seemed to change direction and\n miss it.", "It stopped hurting, but I knew it would begin if I moved. I stared at a\n jagged cut-out nude curled against a lump of dust and lint, giving it\n an unreal distortion.", "\"Fifteen cents a bed,\" he played it back for me.\n\n\n Doc was quivering against me, his legs boneless.\n\n\n \"We can always make it over to the mission,\" I lied.", "Then I realized what was about to happen. It was foolish and awful and\n true. I was going to have one of mine at the same time Doc was having", "are at too resilient an age to be so sunk by even an amour. Why else\n then would you let yourself fall into such an underfed and unsanitary\n state?\"" ], [ "Miss Casey leaned against my dirty chest and cried into it. I didn't\n mind her touching me.\n\n\n \"I'm glad,\" she said.", "\"It's Miss Casey—Vivian Casey,\" she corrected. She was a\n schoolteacher, all right. No other girl would introduce herself as Miss\n Last Name. Then there was something in her voice....", "... into the effective range of Miss Casey's tiny gun.\nShe inclined the lethal silver toy. \"Let me see those papers, Kevin.\"\n\n\n I handed her the doctor's manuscript.", "Miss Casey did her duty and tried to stop me with a judo hold, but I\n don't think her heart was in it, because I reversed and broke it.", "direction or love, but I would never know for sure. I thought I could\n kick the habit—perhaps with Miss Casey's help—but I wasn't really\n confident.", "\"Could I have a few to take with me, miss?\" I pleaded.\n\n\n She smiled. I caught that out of the edge of my vision, but mostly I\n just felt it.", "\"I'll keep it, thanks. What do\nyou\nwant?\"\n\n\n \"I'll begin as Miss Casey did—by telling you things. Hundreds of\n people disappeared from North America a few months ago.\"", "\"I'll buy you a dinner,\" she said carefully, \"provided I can go with\n you and see for myself that you actually eat it.\"", "I felt my face flushing red. \"You wouldn't want to be seen with a bum\n like me, ma'am.\"\n\n\n \"I'll be seen with you if you really want to eat.\"", "\"It takes money—money Doc didn't have—to make money,\" Miss Casey\n said, \"even if you know what horse will come in and what stock will", "\"Just coffee, ma'am.\" She was younger than I was, so I didn't have to\n call her that. \"A little more for food, if you could spare it.\"", "\"Happy to, miss,\" I mumbled.\n\n\n She pushed a white rectangle in front of me on the painted maroon bar.\n \"What do you think of this?\"", "I felt her looking at me. She spoke in an educated voice, one she used,\n perhaps, as a teacher or supervising telephone operator. \"Do you want\n it for coffee, or to apply, or a glass or hypo of something else?\"", "\"She didn't,\" he stammered. \"Why do you think I was trying to get that\n bill out of your hand?\"", "The world disoriented itself and I was on the floor of the somber diner\n and Miss Vivian Casey was out of sight and scent.", "Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared\n me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I\n needed some coffee.", "the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic,\n without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved\n such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex,", "\"That's the first time you've called me anything but 'ma'am',\" she\n said. \"I'm not an old-maid schoolteacher, you know.\"", "It was getting hard for me to think. \"Who are you?\"\n\n\n She showed me a card from her wrist purse. Vivian Casey, Constable,\n North American Mounted Police.", "The hamburger was engulfed by five black-crowned, broken fingernails\n and raised to two rows of yellow ivory. I surrounded it like an ameba,\n almost in a single movement of my jaws." ], [ "\"Exactly, Kevin, exactly. They have never existed any more than your\n Victorian detective friend. But the unconscious racial mind has reached", "\"Listen, Kevin. Listen carefully to what I am saying. Doc found\n a method of time travel. It was almost a purely mathematical,", "the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic,\n without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved\n such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex,", "The hamburger was engulfed by five black-crowned, broken fingernails\n and raised to two rows of yellow ivory. I surrounded it like an ameba,\n almost in a single movement of my jaws.", "\"But, Kevin,\" Andre said, \"you aren't\nthat\ndirty.\"\nThe blow shook the gun from my fingers. It almost fell into the\nthing\non the floor, but at the last moment seemed to change direction and\n miss it.", "are at too resilient an age to be so sunk by even an amour. Why else\n then would you let yourself fall into such an underfed and unsanitary\n state?\"", "Doc was lying on the cot, half his face twisted into horror.\n\n\n \"Don't move, Kevin,\" she said. \"I'll have to shoot you—maybe not to\n kill, but painfully.\"", "I was knocked to my knees.\n\n\n \"Kevin,\" the Martian said, \"drinking coffee represents a major vice\n only in Centurian humanoids, not Earth-norm human beings.\nWhich are\n you?\n\"", "I knew something. \"I don't wash because I drink coffee.\"\n\n\n \"It's all right to drink coffee, isn't it?\" he asked.", "\"Kevin,\" I told her. \"John Kevin.\"\n\n\n \"Mister Kevin,\" she said, her words dancing with bright absurdity like\n waterhose mist on a summer afternoon, \"I wonder if you could help\nme\n.\"", "\"Kevin,\" Andre said, \"why don't you take a bath?\"", "I almost fell in, but at the last instant I caught myself and said,\n \"Doctor Kevin O'Malley, Senior.\"\n\n\n From the bed, Doc said a word. \"Son.\"", "\"The North American government\nhas\nto have this secret, Kevin,\" the\n girl said. \"You can't let it fall into the hands of the Martians.\"\nAndre did not deny that he wanted it to fall into his hands.", "\"You mean,\" Andre said slowly, ploddingly, \"that if you bathed, you\n would be admitting that drinking coffee was in the same class as any\n other solitary vice that makes people wash frequently.\"", "even stronger than your withdrawal, over releasing this blessing on\n the inhabited universe, but reason finally prevailed. He had reached a\n state of pure thought.\"", "He gestured with a pale hand. \"To maintain a logical approach, I must\n reject the supernatural. Your arrival, unless hallucinatory—and", "It was certainly unfair and probably immoral. But I had no choice\n whatever.", "... into the effective range of Miss Casey's tiny gun.\nShe inclined the lethal silver toy. \"Let me see those papers, Kevin.\"\n\n\n I handed her the doctor's manuscript.", "He was starting to cry. He didn't always do that.\n\n\n I listened to him for a moment, then tested and tasted the craving that\n crawled through my veins. I got back inside somehow.", "I would never know. I supposed I had destroyed\nit\nbecause I didn't\n want the human race to become a thing of pure reason without purpose," ], [ "\"It's Miss Casey—Vivian Casey,\" she corrected. She was a\n schoolteacher, all right. No other girl would introduce herself as Miss\n Last Name. Then there was something in her voice....", "I watched her face flash blue, red, blue and knew she meant it. But I\n had known too much in too short a time. I had to help Doc, but there\n was something else.", "Miss Casey leaned against my dirty chest and cried into it. I didn't\n mind her touching me.\n\n\n \"I'm glad,\" she said.", "... into the effective range of Miss Casey's tiny gun.\nShe inclined the lethal silver toy. \"Let me see those papers, Kevin.\"\n\n\n I handed her the doctor's manuscript.", "Miss Casey did her duty and tried to stop me with a judo hold, but I\n don't think her heart was in it, because I reversed and broke it.", "direction or love, but I would never know for sure. I thought I could\n kick the habit—perhaps with Miss Casey's help—but I wasn't really\n confident.", "\"Happy to, miss,\" I mumbled.\n\n\n She pushed a white rectangle in front of me on the painted maroon bar.\n \"What do you think of this?\"", "The world disoriented itself and I was on the floor of the somber diner\n and Miss Vivian Casey was out of sight and scent.", "It was getting hard for me to think. \"Who are you?\"\n\n\n She showed me a card from her wrist purse. Vivian Casey, Constable,\n North American Mounted Police.", "drawing her cheek-bones tighter, straightening her wide, appealing\n mouth, drawing her lean, athletic, feminine body erect. She was wearing\n a powder-blue dress that covered all of her breasts and hips and the", "redhead and fading old woman of scholarship. Then I noticed the\n detective's hand that had been resting idly on a round brass weight of\n unknown sort to me. His tapered fingertips had indented the metal.", "Accepting the sheaf of papers and not looking back at these two great\n and good men, I concentrated on my own time and Doc. Nothing happened.\n My heart raced, but I saw something dancing before me like a dust mote", "I felt my face flushing red. \"You wouldn't want to be seen with a bum\n like me, ma'am.\"\n\n\n \"I'll be seen with you if you really want to eat.\"", "Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared\n me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I\n needed some coffee.", "I didn't look at the woman. I couldn't. But I kept remembering how\n clean she looked and I was aware of how clean she smelled. I was so", "I felt her looking at me. She spoke in an educated voice, one she used,\n perhaps, as a teacher or supervising telephone operator. \"Do you want\n it for coffee, or to apply, or a glass or hypo of something else?\"", "\"It takes money—money Doc didn't have—to make money,\" Miss Casey\n said, \"even if you know what horse will come in and what stock will", "\"That's the first time you've called me anything but 'ma'am',\" she\n said. \"I'm not an old-maid schoolteacher, you know.\"", "The coffee splashed out over her platinum hair and powder-blue dress\n that looked white when the neon was azure, purple when it was amber.", "my mind and my eyes through the electric flashes of agony, so I\n concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their\n habit pattern and construct the symbols for his words. They were" ], [ "Miss Casey leaned against my dirty chest and cried into it. I didn't\n mind her touching me.\n\n\n \"I'm glad,\" she said.", "\"It's Miss Casey—Vivian Casey,\" she corrected. She was a\n schoolteacher, all right. No other girl would introduce herself as Miss\n Last Name. Then there was something in her voice....", "The most wonderful thing about her was her perfume. Then I realized it\n wasn't perfume, only the scent of soap. Finally, I knew it wasn't that.\n It was just healthy, fresh-scrubbed skin.", "... into the effective range of Miss Casey's tiny gun.\nShe inclined the lethal silver toy. \"Let me see those papers, Kevin.\"\n\n\n I handed her the doctor's manuscript.", "Miss Casey did her duty and tried to stop me with a judo hold, but I\n don't think her heart was in it, because I reversed and broke it.", "I didn't look at the woman. I couldn't. But I kept remembering how\n clean she looked and I was aware of how clean she smelled. I was so", "direction or love, but I would never know for sure. I thought I could\n kick the habit—perhaps with Miss Casey's help—but I wasn't really\n confident.", "\"It takes money—money Doc didn't have—to make money,\" Miss Casey\n said, \"even if you know what horse will come in and what stock will", "drawing her cheek-bones tighter, straightening her wide, appealing\n mouth, drawing her lean, athletic, feminine body erect. She was wearing\n a powder-blue dress that covered all of her breasts and hips and the", "I felt her looking at me. She spoke in an educated voice, one she used,\n perhaps, as a teacher or supervising telephone operator. \"Do you want\n it for coffee, or to apply, or a glass or hypo of something else?\"", "\"Could I have a few to take with me, miss?\" I pleaded.\n\n\n She smiled. I caught that out of the edge of my vision, but mostly I\n just felt it.", "\"You mean,\" Andre said slowly, ploddingly, \"that if you bathed, you\n would be admitting that drinking coffee was in the same class as any\n other solitary vice that makes people wash frequently.\"", "\"That's the first time you've called me anything but 'ma'am',\" she\n said. \"I'm not an old-maid schoolteacher, you know.\"", "\"Your hands, though unclean, have never seen physical labor. Your\n cranial construction is of a superior type, or even if you reject my", "during all these weeks and months. His hands looked old and crippled,\n but I felt they were the strongest in the world. If a half dozen winos", "It was getting hard for me to think. \"Who are you?\"\n\n\n She showed me a card from her wrist purse. Vivian Casey, Constable,\n North American Mounted Police.", "The world disoriented itself and I was on the floor of the somber diner\n and Miss Vivian Casey was out of sight and scent.", "Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared\n me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I\n needed some coffee.", "Accepting the sheaf of papers and not looking back at these two great\n and good men, I concentrated on my own time and Doc. Nothing happened.\n My heart raced, but I saw something dancing before me like a dust mote", "\"Happy to, miss,\" I mumbled.\n\n\n She pushed a white rectangle in front of me on the painted maroon bar.\n \"What do you think of this?\"" ], [ "I remembered that he was somebody very important whose name and work I\n had once known, even if now I knew him only as Doc.", "the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic,\n without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved\n such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex,", "\"Sure,\" the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's\n arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. \"No argument. Sure,", "That wasn't just an addict's dream. I knew who Doc was. When I got\n to thinking it was just a dream and that I was dragging this old man\n around North America for nothing, I remembered who he was.", "knew\nthis last time had been\n different. Whatever it was was getting closer. This was the first time\n Doc had ever made anything. It didn't look like much, but it was a", "Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared\n me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I\n needed some coffee.", "Doc began to mumble louder.\n\n\n I knew I had to move.\n\n\n I waited just a moment, savoring the painless peace. Then, finally, I\n moved.", "I laid Doc out on the gray-brown cot and put his forearm over his face\n to shield it some from the glare of the light bulb. I swept off all the\n bedbugs in sight and stepped on them heavily.", "Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a\nthing\n.\nMy heart hammered at my lungs. I", "Nothing came out of my gabbling mouth.\n\n\n \"\nWhat is Doc's full name?\n\"", "\"Tonight,\" Doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled and\n important as parchment, \"tonight Man will reach the Moon. The golden", "prosper. Besides, horse-racing and the stock market weren't a part of\n Doc's character. He was a scholar.\"", "I let go of him. He didn't scare me, but Doc was beginning to mumble\n and that\ndid\nscare me. I had to get him alone.", "I put the paper container of warm coffee and the greasy bag of\n hamburgers on the wooden chair, hoping the odor wouldn't bring any\n hungry rats out of the walls.\n\n\n I knelt beside Doc.", "Doc was twisting on the cot, tears washing white streaks across his\n face. I shoved Doc's face up against my chest. I held onto him and let", "\"Concentrate,\" Doc said hoarsely. \"Concentrate....\"\n\n\n I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of\n concentration.", "Doc was lying on the cot, half his face twisted into horror.\n\n\n \"Don't move, Kevin,\" she said. \"I'll have to shoot you—maybe not to\n kill, but painfully.\"", "Then I realized what was about to happen. It was foolish and awful and\n true. I was going to have one of mine at the same time Doc was having", "\"Listen, Kevin. Listen carefully to what I am saying. Doc found\n a method of time travel. It was almost a purely mathematical,", "\"They always do,\" I told him.\n\n\n \"They ceased to exist—as human beings—shortly after they received a\n book from Doc,\" the Martian said." ] ]

[ "What does the author mean when stating: \"And the people were grateful\"?", "Why does it matter that Deb has tenure?", "Why are ratings provided in count of curled toes?", "What is the writer's opinion of the instructional videos advertised in the New York Times Book Review?", "Why does the writer evoke the NASA by saying that \"there was word from the pad that the launch sequence was initiating\"?" ]

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It was pretty much like", "productivity. Instead she runs through all the euphemisms for oral", "Terrace Publishing, 1997), preaches that for every time of", "of the microwave, screaming, \"Come on, goddammit!\" Intercourses ,", "The oral-sex tape starts with \"well-known sex therapist\" Diana", "position was accompanied by a succinct write-up and a stick-figure", "generated seemed forced and arbitrary. Finally, as they say at", "and because of its texture, which, so the text assured,", "of the other. And this, I discovered, is the chief", "labeled \"kiss,\" \"squeeze,\" \"lick,\" \"blow,\" \"suck,\" and \"eat.\"", "instead of dots: \"lips,\" \"above waist,\" \"ear,\" \"breast,\"", "his shoulders. The whole idea is to produce a pelvic", "Butterfly,\" which we had to read three times to comprehend.", "saying nothing. (Of course, when you do it you'll still", "\"... and right ball go POW.\" My wife hadn't noticed", "and then you realize where it came from and then you", "and gulped. And then what? It felt awkward sitting in", "Deb said she noticed a remote tingling sensation. On the", "\"Till it's stiff--it's an aphrodisiac,\" she said. Preparation" ] ]

[ "Why didn't Moran kill Harper?", "What was the monstrosity that Moran cut apart with his torch?", "What is the mission of the crew?", "Why doesn't the crew throw Moran out of the airlock?", "Why have humans been carrying beetles around the galaxy?", "Why have the planet's life forms developed abnormally?", "How does Burleigh feel about Moran?", "How does Moran feel about the crew of the Nadine?", "How did the crew take the ship back from Moran?", "Why does the crew get off the ship with Moran?" ]

[ [ "Moran is not a murderer at heart. He only killed the other man to save a life.", "Moran would rather kill Burleigh. He is waiting for the right moment.", "Moran is not a killer.", "Moran likes Harper. Harper is a decent guy." ], [ "A worm that had grown out of control.", "A roach that had grown out of control.", "A mosquito that had grown out of control.", "A beetle that had grown out of control." ], [ "The mission is to answer a distress signal.", "The mission is to maroon Moran as punishment for murder.", "They are rebels, regrouping to fight their government another day.", "They are rebels, fleeing a collapsed revolt." ], [ "They are not murderers.", "They do not want to be accused of aiding and abetting.", "The crew will alert the authorities when they reach Loris. Moran will be brought to justice for his crime.", "They are marooning him as punishment for murder." ], [ "Beetles are just one piece of the puzzle to create an ecological system capable of supporting human life.", "Beetles are a good source of protein for new planet settlers.", "Beetles, like other pests, always seem to make their way on board spaceships.", "Beetles are an integral part of a spaceship's waste management system." ], [ "The dense cloud cover caused them to grow abnormally large.", "The light of uncountable suns caused them to grow abnormally large.", "A sulphuric-acid ice cap caused them to grow abnormally large.", "An element was missing during the planet seeding process. This element would've encouraged normal growth." ], [ "Burleigh thinks Moran is annoying. They would be at their intended destination now if Moran hadn't highjacked the Nadine.", "Burleigh respects Moran. He doesn't want to kill him, but he can't keep Moran on the Nadine. A marooned man at least has a fighting chance.", "Burleigh is angry with Moran for putting the crew in this position. They don't want to kill Moran, but they can't arrive with 6 crew. A marooned man at least has a fighting chance.", "Moran intimidates Burleigh. Moran took control of the ship once, if the crew is not careful, he may do it again." ], [ "Moran is not impressed with the skills of the crew. He plans to kill one of them, then they'll be forced to take him, so they arrive at their destination with the correct number.", "Moran wants to kill them.", "Moran is very angry that they would leave him in this horrible place. It's inhuman. ", "Moran respects their decision. He is not happy, but he would do the same were he in their position." ], [ "The crew, locked in the engine room, dismantled the overdrive.", "The crew, locked in the engine room, dismantled the direction-finder.", "The crew, locked in the control room, dismantled the fuel-block.", "The crew, locked in the control room, dismantled the interplanetary drive." ], [ "The ship's supplies are low. They are hunting for edible creatures.", "The crew needs to gather information to compare against the Galactic Directory. Then they can figure out where they are, so they can get where they are going.", "The ship's supplies are low. They are going to raid the ship that sent the distress call.", "They want to hand off Moran to the crew of the ship that sent the distress call." ] ]

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[ [ "but they killed. Blast-rifles did not. And Harper needed to pull himself\n together again, too. Also, neither Moran nor any of the others wanted to", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "It occurred to him instantly that if Harper died, there would not be too\n many people on the\nNadine\n. They need not maroon him. In fact, they\n wouldn't dare.", "Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on\n from here in the\nNadine\n, necessarily accepted as a member of her crew.", "Harper, prudently with him in the control-room, put his head into the\n passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging", "Burleigh scowled. Harper flicked off the direction-finder.\n\n\n \"The signal still comes from that hillock yonder,\" he said with\n finality.\n\n\n Moran said bitingly;", "the revolt had collapsed. They'd go back later when they weren't\n expected, and start it up again. Moran considered the story probable.\n Only people accustomed to desperate actions would have remained so calm", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran.", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "seen no moving thing outside, but arms were simple sanity on an unknown\n world. Moran, though, would not be permitted a weapon. He picked up a", "Moran said with savage precision;", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "He got clear of the newly burned-away stuff. There was still much smoke\n and stream. But he saw Harper. More, he saw the thing that had Harper.", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In\n effect, with six people on board instead of five, the\nNadine\ncould not", "Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew\n what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be", "\"Aye, aye, sir,\" said Moran with irony. \"Very kind of you, sir. You'll\n go armed, sir?\"\n\n\n Burleigh growled;" ], [ "I.\nMoran cut apart the yard-long monstrosity with a slash of flame.\n The thing presumably died, but it continued to writhe senselessly.", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "Moran kicked again. More holes. More openings. More small tunnels in the\n cheese-like, curd-like stuff. More black things squirming to view in", "Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew\n what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be", "seen no moving thing outside, but arms were simple sanity on an unknown\n world. Moran, though, would not be permitted a weapon. He picked up a", "Moran slashed and slashed angrily with the big flame, cutting a way to\n the metal hull that had fallen here before his grandfather was born.", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "Sometimes the flame cut across things that writhed, and he was sickened.\n But above all he raged because he was to be marooned here. He could not", "Moran said with savage precision;", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing\n was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the\n hillock which was a covered-over wrecked ship.", "leaped up. He used the flame like a gigantic scalpel, cutting a square a\n yard deep in the whitish stuff, and then cutting it across and across to", "alive. And something shrieked in lunatic fashion and something else\n still moaned from time to time with the volume of a steam-whistle....", "Without orders, he turned on the torch. A four-foot flame of pure\n blue-white leaped out. He touched its tip to the fungoid soil. Steam", "system had been a vast glaring disk off to port, with streamers and\n prominences erupting about its edges. Now it lay astern, and Moran", "something. It blurred the shape it covered, very much as enormous\n cobwebs made solid and opaque would have done. But when one looked\n carefully at the mound, there was a landing-fin sticking up toward the", "thing that appeared was very peculiar indeed. It was a—worm. But it was\n a foot thick and ten feet long, and it had a group of stumpy legs at its", "hind part forward. Then it reached forward again. It was of a dark olive\n color from one end to the other. Its manner of walking was insane but\n somehow sedate." ], [ "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "four-man crew\n watched out the same ports as the planet seemed to approach. Burleigh\n said encouragingly;", "altogether blame the others. They couldn't land at any colonized world\n with him on board without his being detected as an extra member of the\n crew. His fate would then be sealed. But they also would be", "indefinite distance in an indefinite direction from their last\n landing-point, and they had still to re-locate themselves.\nThey'd been on Coryus Three and they'd gotten departure clearance from", "should make its next landing. The little yacht went on. All five of its\n proper company watched as the planet's surface enlarged. The ice-cap", "Nadine\n, then\n approaching the world on planetary drive. He was to be left here, with\n no reason ever to expect rescue. Two of the\nNadine's", "\"Right,\" growled Burleigh again. \"Brawn and Carol, you'll keep ship. The\n rest of us wear suits. We don't know what that stuff is outside.\"", "which would mean his destruction one way or another. The plans were\n thrashed out very painstakingly, in formal conference on the space-yacht\nNadine", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing\n was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the\n hillock which was a covered-over wrecked ship.", "torch. They filed into the airlock. The inner door closed. The outer\n door opened. It was not necessary to check the air specifically. The\n suits would take care of that. Anyhow the ice-cap said there were no", "its space-port. With clearance-papers in order, they could land\n unquestioned at any other space-port and take off again—provided the", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "They filed out of the airlock. They stood on ash-covered stone, only\n slightly eroded by the processes which made life possible on this", "fuel-block back to that space-yacht. He'd\n knocked the messenger cold and presented himself at the yacht with the", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", "\"I think,\" said Carol, \"that we should land. People have been here. If\n they left a beacon, they may have left an identification of the planet.\n Then we'd know where we are and how to get to Loris.\"", "investigated. Official queries would go across this whole sector of the\n galaxy, naming five persons of such-and-such description and\n such-and-such fingerprints, voyaging in a space-yacht of such-and-such", "take off from Coryus III with a trip-tape\n picked at random for guidance. But the trip-tape had been computed for\n another starting-point, and when the yacht came out of overdrive it was" ], [ "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "altogether blame the others. They couldn't land at any colonized world\n with him on board without his being detected as an extra member of the\n crew. His fate would then be sealed. But they also would be", "Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In\n effect, with six people on board instead of five, the\nNadine\ncould not", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", ", with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion.\n From the viewpoint of the\nNadine's\nship's company, it was simply", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "but they killed. Blast-rifles did not. And Harper needed to pull himself\n together again, too. Also, neither Moran nor any of the others wanted to", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran.", "was almost certain anyhow. Because nobody would want to go back to a\n planet from which they'd carried away a criminal, even though they'd\n done it unwillingly. Investigation of such a matter might last for", "space-port officials' suspicion of the rest. So he had to be dumped.", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "Moran silently went to the space-suit rack and began to get into a\n suit. Modern space-suits weren't like the ancient crudities with bulging", "the space-port's vaults. The fuel-block was not returned until clearance\n for departure had been granted. But Moran had waylaid the messenger\n carrying the\nNadine's", "Harper, prudently with him in the control-room, put his head into the\n passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging", "\"We'd better spread out,\" added Moran, \"or else we'll break through that\n skin and be floundering in this mess.\"", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on\n from here in the\nNadine\n, necessarily accepted as a member of her crew." ], [ "twenty times the size of the beetles we humans have been carrying around\n the galaxy, but that's what they are!\n\"", "food. So an elaborate adaptation job had to be done on every planet\n before native and terrestrial living things settled down together. It\n wasn't impossible that the scuttling things were truly beetles, grown", "well as useful creatures to its new worlds as they were made ready for\n settlement. Mosquitos throve on the inhabited globes of the Rim Stars.\n Roaches twitched nervous antennae on the settled planets of the", "It seemed insane that such creatures, even in miniature, should\n painstakingly be brought across light-years of space to the new worlds", "\"\nThey're—bugs!\n\" she said incredulously. \"\nThey're beetles! They're", "Coal-sack. Dogs on Antares had fleas, and scratched their bites, and\n humanity spread through the galaxy with an attendant train of insects", "discovered. It had not been practical for men to move onto new planets\n and subsist upon the flora and fauna they found there. On some new\n planets life had never gotten started. On such worlds a highly complex", "with elaborate advice to castaways. If somebody were wrecked on an even\n possibly habitable planet, the especially developed seed-strains would\n provide food in a minimum of time. It was not an encouraging thought,", "it, so somebody dumped germs and spores and bugs to make it ready for\n plants and animals eventually. But nobody's come back to finish up the\n job.\"", "\"I think,\" said Carol, \"that we should land. People have been here. If\n they left a beacon, they may have left an identification of the planet.\n Then we'd know where we are and how to get to Loris.\"", "most planets, to be sure, there were local, aboriginal plants and\n animals. But still terrestrial creatures had to be introduced if a\n colony was to feed itself. Alien plants did not supply satisfactory", "Earth, and unless all parts of the complex were present, the total was\n subtly or glaringly wrong. So mankind distastefully ferried pests as", "and annoyances. If they left their pests behind, the total system of\n checks and balances which make life practical would get lopsided. It\n would not maintain itself. The vagaries that could result were admirably", "grow in the new-made dirt and insects to fertilize the plants so they\n would multiply, and animals and birds to carry the seeds planet-wide. On", "craft had to depend on the Galactic Directory. The process would be to\n find a planet and check its climate and relationship to other planets,\n and its flora and fauna against descriptions in the Directory. That was", "\"This ground stuff,\" said Moran distastefully, \"is yeast or some sort of\n toadstool growth. This is a seedling world. It didn't have any life on", "It's not an inch-worm any longer. It's a yard-worm.\" Then he said\n harshly to the men with him; \"It's not a hunting creature on worlds", "such as are placed on certain worlds for the convenience of interstellar\n skippers who need to check their courses on extremely long runs. This\n was something else.", "investigated. Official queries would go across this whole sector of the\n galaxy, naming five persons of such-and-such description and\n such-and-such fingerprints, voyaging in a space-yacht of such-and-such", "for weapons more adequate for\n encountering the local fauna when it was over. Blast-rifles were not\n effective against such creatures as these. Torches were contact weapons" ], [ "discovered. It had not been practical for men to move onto new planets\n and subsist upon the flora and fauna they found there. On some new\n planets life had never gotten started. On such worlds a highly complex", "\"This ground stuff,\" said Moran distastefully, \"is yeast or some sort of\n toadstool growth. This is a seedling world. It didn't have any life on", "it, so somebody dumped germs and spores and bugs to make it ready for\n plants and animals eventually. But nobody's come back to finish up the\n job.\"", "with elaborate advice to castaways. If somebody were wrecked on an even\n possibly habitable planet, the especially developed seed-strains would\n provide food in a minimum of time. It was not an encouraging thought,", "food. So an elaborate adaptation job had to be done on every planet\n before native and terrestrial living things settled down together. It\n wasn't impossible that the scuttling things were truly beetles, grown", "It seemed insane that such creatures, even in miniature, should\n painstakingly be brought across light-years of space to the new worlds", "a bacterium or a virus or almost anything at all—the element that kept\n creatures at the size called \"normal\" was either missing or inoperable\n here. The results were not desirable.", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "well as useful creatures to its new worlds as they were made ready for\n settlement. Mosquitos throve on the inhabited globes of the Rim Stars.\n Roaches twitched nervous antennae on the settled planets of the", "most planets, to be sure, there were local, aboriginal plants and\n animals. But still terrestrial creatures had to be introduced if a\n colony was to feed itself. Alien plants did not supply satisfactory", "thing that appeared was very peculiar indeed. It was a—worm. But it was\n a foot thick and ten feet long, and it had a group of stumpy legs at its", "there were patches of blue, and curious veinings of black, and here and\n there were other colors, all of them unlike the normal color of\n vegetation on a planet with a sol-type sun.", "It's not an inch-worm any longer. It's a yard-worm.\" Then he said\n harshly to the men with him; \"It's not a hunting creature on worlds", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "the haze. It was not vegetation in any ordinary sense. Certainly it was\n no mineral surface! The landing-pockets had burned away three or four", "Nadine\n, then\n approaching the world on planetary drive. He was to be left here, with\n no reason ever to expect rescue. Two of the\nNadine's", "men settled on. But it had been found to be necessary. The ecological\n system in which human beings belonged had turned out to be infinitely\n complicated. It had turned out, in fact, to be the ecological system of", "obvious panic. They popped out everywhere. It was suddenly apparent\n that the top of the soil, here, was a thick and blanket-like sheet over\n the whitish stuff. The black creatures lived and thrived in tunnels", "nowhere else. There was an ice-cap in view. The rest was—clouds.\nThe ice-cap, by its existence and circular shape, proved that the planet", "could see the planet that had been chosen for his marooning. It was a\n cloudy world. There were some dim markings near one lighted limb, but" ], [ "\"Aye, aye, sir,\" said Moran with irony. \"Very kind of you, sir. You'll\n go armed, sir?\"\n\n\n Burleigh growled;", "\"This sounds and looks like a nice place to live,\" said Moran with fine\n irony.\n\n\n Burleigh did not answer. He turned down the outside sound.", "\"I'm giving the orders, Moran!\" said Burleigh shortly. \"But what you say\n does make sense.\"", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran.", "Burleigh scowled. Harper flicked off the direction-finder.\n\n\n \"The signal still comes from that hillock yonder,\" he said with\n finality.\n\n\n Moran said bitingly;", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", "Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew\n what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "quarter-mile in any direction. Beyond that was mist. But Burleigh, at\n one end of the uneven line of advancing men, suddenly halted and stood", "Moran said with savage precision;", "He heard blast-rifles firing. He heard Burleigh pant commands. He was on\n his way out of the hollow he'd carved when he heard Harper cry out\n horribly.", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "seen no moving thing outside, but arms were simple sanity on an unknown\n world. Moran, though, would not be permitted a weapon. He picked up a", "\"That,\" said Moran as if brightly, \"that's what I'm to make a garden in.\n Of evenings I'll stroll among my thrifty plantings and listen to the\n delightful sounds of nature.\"", "Harper, prudently with him in the control-room, put his head into the\n passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging", "but they killed. Blast-rifles did not. And Harper needed to pull himself\n together again, too. Also, neither Moran nor any of the others wanted to", "Burleigh said;\n\n\n \"Well?\"", "Moran kicked again. More holes. More openings. More small tunnels in the\n cheese-like, curd-like stuff. More black things squirming to view in" ], [ ", with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion.\n From the viewpoint of the\nNadine's\nship's company, it was simply", "Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In\n effect, with six people on board instead of five, the\nNadine\ncould not", "Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on\n from here in the\nNadine\n, necessarily accepted as a member of her crew.", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "planet. They looked dubiously at the scorched, indefinite substance\n which had been ground before the\nNadine\nlanded. Moran moved scornfully", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "It occurred to him instantly that if Harper died, there would not be too\n many people on the\nNadine\n. They need not maroon him. In fact, they\n wouldn't dare.", "\"Suppose we go look at the ship?\" said Moran unpleasantly. \"Maybe you\n can find out where you are, and I can find out what's ahead of me.\"", "respect that he didn't give him a chance to do anything drastic. These\n people on the\nNadine\nwere capable. They'd managed to recapture the", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "Nadine\n, then\n approaching the world on planetary drive. He was to be left here, with\n no reason ever to expect rescue. Two of the\nNadine's", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing\n was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the\n hillock which was a covered-over wrecked ship.", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "overdrive. Then the yacht—and Moran—was away. But his present\n companions got the drive dismantled two days later and once the yacht\n was out of overdrive they efficiently gave him his choice of", "Nadine\nfrom him, but they were matter-of-fact about it. They didn't\n seem to resent what he'd tried to do, or that he'd brought them an", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew\n what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran." ], [ "Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In\n effect, with six people on board instead of five, the\nNadine\ncould not", "overdrive. Then the yacht—and Moran—was away. But his present\n companions got the drive dismantled two days later and once the yacht\n was out of overdrive they efficiently gave him his choice of", "the revolt had collapsed. They'd go back later when they weren't\n expected, and start it up again. Moran considered the story probable.\n Only people accustomed to desperate actions would have remained so calm", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", ", with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion.\n From the viewpoint of the\nNadine's\nship's company, it was simply", "Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on\n from here in the\nNadine\n, necessarily accepted as a member of her crew.", "He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing\n was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the\n hillock which was a covered-over wrecked ship.", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", "the space-port's vaults. The fuel-block was not returned until clearance\n for departure had been granted. But Moran had waylaid the messenger\n carrying the\nNadine's", "\"Suppose we go look at the ship?\" said Moran unpleasantly. \"Maybe you\n can find out where you are, and I can find out what's ahead of me.\"", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "covering five persons aboard—four men and a girl Carol. Moran made six.\n Wherever the yacht landed, such a disparity between its documents and\n its crew would spark an investigation. A lengthy, incredibly minute", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran.", "but they killed. Blast-rifles did not. And Harper needed to pull himself\n together again, too. Also, neither Moran nor any of the others wanted to", "Harper, prudently with him in the control-room, put his head into the\n passage leading away. He called. But Moran observed with grudging" ], [ "He and the others joined Moran on the yielding surface. Their footing\n was uncertain, as on a trampoline. They staggered. They moved toward the\n hillock which was a covered-over wrecked ship.", "\"Suppose we go look at the ship?\" said Moran unpleasantly. \"Maybe you\n can find out where you are, and I can find out what's ahead of me.\"", "\"It's a ship,\" said Moran curtly. \"It crash-landed and its crew set up a", "creature more widely than most.\nThey reached the mound which was the ship. Moran unlimbered his torch.\n He said sardonically;", "\"Then since I can't be trusted with a weapon,\" said Moran, \"I suggest\n that I take a torch. We may have to burn through that loathesome stuff\n to get in the ship.\"", "necessary to get rid of Moran. In their predicament he might have come\n to the same conclusion; but he was not at all enthusiastic about their\n decision. He would die of it.", "could not\n land anywhere for supplies. With five on board, as her papers declared,\n she could. And Moran was the extra man whose presence would rouse", ", with Moran present and allowed to take part in the discussion.\n From the viewpoint of the\nNadine's\nship's company, it was simply", "overdrive. Then the yacht—and Moran—was away. But his present\n companions got the drive dismantled two days later and once the yacht\n was out of overdrive they efficiently gave him his choice of", "Moran did not know. They might be sent back where they came from. In\n effect, with six people on board instead of five, the\nNadine\ncould not", "\"Somebody survived the crash,\" said Burleigh, \"because they set up a\n beacon. I wouldn't count on a boat, Moran.\"\n\n\n \"I don't!\" snapped Moran.", "\"Ah, yes!\" said Moran. \"It's very likely that the ship hit hard enough\n to kill everybody aboard, but not smash the boats!\"", "He turned to see other horrors crawling toward him. Then he knew he\n was being marooned on a planet of endless terrors.\nMoran, naturally, did not mean to help in the carrying out of the plans", "which was the reason for what Moran had done. But the dead man had been\n very important, and the fact that Moran had forced him to fight and\n killed him in fair combat made no difference. Moran had needed to get", "Harper were killed, Moran would be needed to take his place. He'd go on\n from here in the\nNadine\n, necessarily accepted as a member of her crew.", "Moran stirred, and he knew that every one of the others was conscious of\n the movement. But they didn't watch him suspiciously. They were alert by", "the revolt had collapsed. They'd go back later when they weren't\n expected, and start it up again. Moran considered the story probable.\n Only people accustomed to desperate actions would have remained so calm", "covering five persons aboard—four men and a girl Carol. Moran made six.\n Wherever the yacht landed, such a disparity between its documents and\n its crew would spark an investigation. A lengthy, incredibly minute", "\"Aye, aye, sir,\" said Moran with irony. \"Very kind of you, sir. You'll\n go armed, sir?\"\n\n\n Burleigh growled;", "Moran grunted. Distastefully, he saw his predicament made worse. He knew\n what had happened here. He could begin to guess at other things to be" ] ]

[ "What is the most dangerous aspect of the neutroids and other mutant animals?", "How are citizens organized into different classes in society?", "Which of the following is NOT true of Class C citizens?", "What act suggests that Terry empathizes with the owners of the neutroids he confiscates as part of his job? ", "The barn and kennels are allusions to:", "Which answer best represents a prominent theme of this passage?\n\nOnce a neutroid reached its age-set, it remained at that developmental level until death (sick experiments). It's a 'mental deviant' and he was afraid of those (compared to physical?) Why are females disposed of automatically? (China birth law) Apparently he had done this multiple times, but who knows how many. Why is story told from Norris' POV? Not delmont? If they break the rule, compulsory divorce and sterilization. ", "What is the most likely reason for Mrs. Sarah Glubbes calling her neutroid a baby?", "Which terms best describe the tone of the passage in which Terry incinerates 23 of his long-term barn residents?", "J \"Doggy\" O'Reilley is most likely:" ]

[ [ "Because they are grouped together in isolated areas, it is possible that they could use their adorable appearance and innocent demeanor to hide the fact that they are conspiring to overthrow the society.", "Because they only live up until a certain age, they often act with a level of invincibility that is threatening to society and its systems of social stratification.", "Their cute appearance causes others to underestimate their high predatory instincts and behaviors, and many injuries and deaths result because of this incongruency.", "Their cute appearance makes it easy for humans to get attached to them, and mass levels of attachment could potentially thwart current methods of classifying members of society." ], [ "Through random assignment at birth", "According to their socioeconomic status", "After a lengthy interview with Anthropos upon reaching a specific age-set", "By an analysis of their genes and heredity" ], [ "They are not legally permitted to reproduce and bear human children.", "They are not legally permitted to go against the results of their aptitude tests.", "There is a 100% chance that they will develop and/or die from a significant physical or mental illness.", "It is difficult for them to access news and information, such as a viral outbreak." ], [ "He returns lost neutroids to their owners instead of taking them to the pound and incinerating them.", "He drops charges after they assault him if they agree to cooperate with authorities.", "He ignores discrepancies in serial number checks even though it could cost him his job.", "He thinks about stealing a neutroid for his wife, but ultimately feels bad and returns it to its owner." ], [ "Ethnic experimentation labs", "Torture chambers", "Unethical animal testing facilities ", "Concentration camps" ], [ "If you're going to break a law, be prepared to deal with the consequences.", "It is physically and emotionally dangerous to get too attached to others.", "Government actions made in the name of equality can sometimes cause more harm than good.", "Too much technological advancement can destroy a thriving society." ], [ "She is a Class C citizen and likely has a mental or emotional disorder.", "She became too attached to her neutroid.", "She is trying to distract the authorities from the neutroid black market.", "The neutroid is actually a human child." ], [ "Excited and reinvigorated", "Relieved and composed", "Hopeless and unsettled", "Unphased and unapologetic" ], [ "A Delmont \"flaw\" that passed", "A Class C citizen", "A neutroid", "A federal officer" ] ]

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[ [ "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "Norris smiled sardonically to himself. The non-human pets were smarter\n than the neutroids. A K-108 could speak a dozen words, and a K-99", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate\n as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if", "dangerous. So he went back to its incubator and cut off the hormone\n flow into its compartment.\"", "humans. Of course, no hospital would play along with her fantasy and\n take a neutroid, especially since she couldn't pay for its treatment.\"", "\"Neutroid trouble.\"\n\n\n \"You meet up with a lot of unpleasantness in this business, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Lot of unpleasant emotions tangled up in it,\" he admitted.", "ultimate destruction. That would bring the murderous wrath of their\n owners down upon him. He began to understand why bio-inspectors were\n frequently shifted from one territory to another.", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "The bio-agent waited. Again the thought of a black market troubled him.\n Unauthorized neutroids could mean lots of trouble.", "\"Nothing to worry about, is it Terry?\"\n\n\n He looked at her peculiarly. \"Ever think what might happen if someone\n started a black market in neutroids?\"", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "determinants, and in the glandular makeup. Not a standard neutroid\n ovum. He passed it on to the incubators to get a credit, knowing it\n wouldn't be caught until after birth.\"", "with the retailers to whom the animals had been sold. A week's deadline\n for finding and testing forty neutroids would put him in a tight\n squeeze.", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "mutants, such as cat-Qs, dog-Fs, dwarf bears, and foot-high lambs that\n never matured into sheep. The third room contained a small gas chamber", "The doll-like neutroids began their mindless chatter as soon as their\n keepers entered the building. Dozens of blazing blond heads began", "\"Come on,\" he grunted. \"Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget\n all about work.\"", "\"That'll be all right. And listen, Yates—fix it so the charges will\n be dropped if they cooperate. Don't shake those warrants around unless\n they just won't listen to reason. But get those neutroids.\"" ], [ "set approximately two to an acre on the lightly wooded land. With its\n population legally fixed at three hundred million, most of the country\n had become one big suburb, dotted with community centers and lined", "them satisfied with a restricted birth rate. And why a restricted\n birth rate? Because by keeping the population at five billions, the\n Federation could insure a decent living standard for everybody.", "He found himself in Sherman III Community Center—eight blocks of\n commercial buildings, serving the surrounding suburbs. He stopped at\n the message office to pick up his mail. There was a memo from Chief", "\"I know what I'm saying. We're class-C on account of heart-trouble in", "The robot operator, which had on tape the working habits of each Wylo\n City citizen, began calling numbers. It found the off-duty sheriff on\n its third try, in a Wylo pool hall.", "good\nthings about the\n job. Sure, everything has its ugly angles. But think—we get this house\n rent-free; I've got my own district with no bosses around; I make my", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "people used to elect dogcatchers. Think of it that way—I'm just a\n dogcatcher.\"", "smiles, and cherubic faces. They were sexually neuter and never grew\n beyond a predetermined age-set which varied for each series. Age-sets", "If I don't want to follow my aptitudes, the only choice is common\n labor. That's the\nlaw\n.\"", "\"Cooperation. I'm mailing you three letters charging three Wylo\n citizens with resisting a Federal official—namely\nme\n—and charging\n one of them with assault. I tried to pick up their neutroids for a\n pound inspection—\"", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "but most couples could endure the death of a cat-Q or a dog-F. Class-C\n couples were allowed two lesser units or one neutroid.", "\"I didn't know you killed them,\" she said venomously.\n\n\n \"I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals.\"", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "His grin faded as he wondered which Anne would choose. The Norrises\n were class-C—defective heredity.", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "addresses of individual buyers. By three o'clock, he had the entire\n list filled out, and the task began to look easier. All that remained\n was to pick up the thirty-five animals.", "\"If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they\n won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll\n hide it.\"", "the slightest abnormality in the normalcy tests. Forward to central\n lab. Return standard units to their owners. Accomplish entire survey\n project within seven days.\nC. Franklin" ], [ "\"I know what I'm saying. We're class-C on account of heart-trouble in", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "but most couples could endure the death of a cat-Q or a dog-F. Class-C\n couples were allowed two lesser units or one neutroid.", "Norris grinned and drove on. A class-C couple, allowed no children\n of their own, could get quite attached to a cat-Q-5. The felines", "\"Cooperation. I'm mailing you three letters charging three Wylo\n citizens with resisting a Federal official—namely\nme\n—and charging\n one of them with assault. I tried to pick up their neutroids for a\n pound inspection—\"", "them satisfied with a restricted birth rate. And why a restricted\n birth rate? Because by keeping the population at five billions, the\n Federation could insure a decent living standard for everybody.", "set approximately two to an acre on the lightly wooded land. With its\n population legally fixed at three hundred million, most of the country\n had become one big suburb, dotted with community centers and lined", "He found himself in Sherman III Community Center—eight blocks of\n commercial buildings, serving the surrounding suburbs. He stopped at\n the message office to pick up his mail. There was a memo from Chief", "His grin faded as he wondered which Anne would choose. The Norrises\n were class-C—defective heredity.", "The robot operator, which had on tape the working habits of each Wylo\n City citizen, began calling numbers. It found the off-duty sheriff on\n its third try, in a Wylo pool hall.", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "\"I didn't know you killed them,\" she said venomously.\n\n\n \"I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals.\"", "\"If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they\n won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll\n hide it.\"", "A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate\n as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if", "humans. Of course, no hospital would play along with her fantasy and\n take a neutroid, especially since she couldn't pay for its treatment.\"", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "\"They are. I told her she had the wrong neutroid, but she got mad. Went\n and got the sales receipt. It checked with her newt, and it was from", "\"You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity,\" he\n protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless\n against sentimentality. \"Baby—\"", "\"That's not the point. There's a reason for the mechanical feeders.\" He\n paused, wondering how he could tell her the truth. He blundered on:\n \"They get to love whoever feeds them.\"" ], [ "\"Nothing to worry about, is it Terry?\"\n\n\n He looked at her peculiarly. \"Ever think what might happen if someone\n started a black market in neutroids?\"", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "\"Neutroid trouble.\"\n\n\n \"You meet up with a lot of unpleasantness in this business, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Lot of unpleasant emotions tangled up in it,\" he admitted.", "both our families. Well, I don't care, Terry. I'm not going to waste a\n heart over one of these pathetic little artificial animals. We're going\n to have a baby.\"", "A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate\n as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if", "\"That'll be all right. And listen, Yates—fix it so the charges will\n be dropped if they cooperate. Don't shake those warrants around unless\n they just won't listen to reason. But get those neutroids.\"", "\"Come on,\" he grunted. \"Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget\n all about work.\"", "ultimate destruction. That would bring the murderous wrath of their\n owners down upon him. He began to understand why bio-inspectors were\n frequently shifted from one territory to another.", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "He stared at her for a moment, saying nothing. She smiled a little and\n looked aside. \"Terry, I'm sorry—about this morning. I—I know you've\n got a job that has to be—\" Her lip quivered slightly.", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "Norris smiled sardonically to himself. The non-human pets were smarter\n than the neutroids. A K-108 could speak a dozen words, and a K-99", "Norris watched disapprovingly while she fondled it. One thing he had\n learned: to steer clear of emotional attachments. It was eight months", "that were to be had without the threat of a warrant. The screams and\n pleas and tears of the owners left him gloomily despising himself.", "He began unloading the truck, pulling the frightened and squirming\n doll-things forth one at a time with a snare-pole. They were one-man\n pets, always frightened of strangers.", "\"You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity,\" he\n protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless\n against sentimentality. \"Baby—\"", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "\"If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they\n won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll\n hide it.\"" ], [ "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "cup and staring fixedly out the window at the kennels behind the house.\n He moved quietly up behind her and touched her silk-clad shoulder. The\n shoulder shivered away from him, and her dark hair swung shiningly as", "trousers. He put them on in the kitchen and stole silently out to the\n kennels. A half moon hung low in a misty sky, and the wind was chilly\n out of the north.", "to love them in the parlor and kill them in the kennel. It was only a\n matter of adjustment.\nAt noon, he brought back another dozen K-99s and installed them in his", "He hurriedly quit the kennels and went to sit on the back steps. His\n eyes were burning, but the thought of tears made him sicker. It was", "\"They must be getting to know you pretty well,\" Anne said, glancing\n around at the cages.\n\n\n Norris was wearing a slight frown as he inspected the room. \"They've\n never gotten this excited before.\"", "Norris held up the final kicking, squealing, tassel-haired doll from\n the back of the kennel-truck. He grinned at his wife. \"This little", "He climbed in the kennel-truck and drove east toward the highway. The\n suburban street wound among the pastel plasticoid cottages that were", "\"I didn't know you killed them,\" she said venomously.\n\n\n \"I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals.\"", "He walked along a row of cages, then stopped by a K-76 to stare.\n\n\n \"\nApple cores!\n\" He turned to face his wife. \"How did apples get in\n there?\"", "Somewhere a puppy was yapping, and a parrot croaked the lyrics of\nA\n Chimp to Call My Own\n, which Norris recognized as the theme song of a\n popular soap-opera about a lady evolvotron operator.", "\"You knew I worked for the F.B.A.,\" he said. \"You knew I'd have charge\n of a district pound. You knew it before we got married.\"", "Norris frowned at the sign and wandered inside. The place was warm\n and gloomy. He wrinkled his nose at the strong musk of animal odors.\n O'Reilley's was not a shining example of cleanliness.", "kennel-truck, meaning to get the rest of the Bermuda-K-99s so that he\n could begin his testing.", "heart. The woman fled. A peculiar feature of the case is that Mrs.\n Glubbes, the alleged intruder,\nhas no baby\n. Just a minute—just a", "\"You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity,\" he\n protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless\n against sentimentality. \"Baby—\"", "\"That's not the point. There's a reason for the mechanical feeders.\" He\n paused, wondering how he could tell her the truth. He blundered on:\n \"They get to love whoever feeds them.\"", "You will immediately begin a systematic and thorough survey of all\n animals whose serial numbers fall in the Bermuda-K-99 series for", "Anne folded her arms and stared at him. \"Planning to dispose of any\n soon?\" she asked acidly.\n\n\n \"Honeymoon's off again, eh?\"", "Norris frowned with bewilderment as the scene shifted to a two-story\n plasticoid house among the elm trees. It was after dark, but the mobile" ], [ "\"If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they\n won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll\n hide it.\"", "determinants, and in the glandular makeup. Not a standard neutroid\n ovum. He passed it on to the incubators to get a credit, knowing it\n wouldn't be caught until after birth.\"", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "\"So it\nwould\ndevelop sexuality. A neutroid would be born a female", "Norris frowned at the last sentence. His district covered about two\n hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around", "A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate\n as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if", "\"Well, Delmont was a green-horn evolvotron operator at the Bermuda\n plant. His job was taking the unfertilized chimpanzee ova out of the", "Norris watched disapprovingly while she fondled it. One thing he had\n learned: to steer clear of emotional attachments. It was eight months", "humans. Of course, no hospital would play along with her fantasy and\n take a neutroid, especially since she couldn't pay for its treatment.\"", "Norris withered. His voice went desperate. \"They assigned me to it\n because I\nliked", "\"Well, Delmont worked a week and spoiled over a hundred ova without a\n single success. They threatened to fire him. I guess he got hysterical.", "\"Nothing to worry about, is it Terry?\"\n\n\n He looked at her peculiarly. \"Ever think what might happen if someone\n started a black market in neutroids?\"", "\"Neutroid trouble.\"\n\n\n \"You meet up with a lot of unpleasantness in this business, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Lot of unpleasant emotions tangled up in it,\" he admitted.", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "His grin faded as he wondered which Anne would choose. The Norrises\n were class-C—defective heredity.", "dangerous. So he went back to its incubator and cut off the hormone\n flow into its compartment.\"", "proper sections of normalcy tests. Watch for mental and glandular\n deviation. Delmont has confessed to passing only one non-standard\n unit, but there may be others. He disclaims memory of deviant's serial", "inspection. They'd dispose of her without even bothering to examine for\n the other defects. And he could blame the sexuality on an equipment", "liked\nbabies. And because I have a B.S. in biology and an\n aptitude for dealing with people. Can't you understand? Destroying" ], [ "\"Well, this won't take long. One of my patients—a Mrs. Sarah\n Glubbes—called a while ago and said her baby was sick. I must be", "Mrs. Sarah Glubbes, call me immediately. She's wanted for questioning.\"", "heart. The woman fled. A peculiar feature of the case is that Mrs.\n Glubbes, the alleged intruder,\nhas no baby\n. Just a minute—just a", "was obvious. Society manufactured them because killing them was\n permissible. Human babies could not be disposed of when the market\n became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept", "getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got\n there.\" He hesitated. \"The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's\n dying. Eighteenth order virus.\"", "\"They are. I told her she had the wrong neutroid, but she got mad. Went\n and got the sales receipt. It checked with her newt, and it was from", "humans. Of course, no hospital would play along with her fantasy and\n take a neutroid, especially since she couldn't pay for its treatment.\"", "less than an hour ago, a woman—allegedly Mrs. Glubbes—burst into\n Doctor Georges' dining room while the family was at dinner. She was", "\"So it\nwould\ndevelop sexuality. A neutroid would be born a female", "\"I think so,\" Norris replied slowly. \"But what do you want me to do?\n Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?\"", "A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate\n as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if", "\"You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity,\" he\n protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless\n against sentimentality. \"Baby—\"", "determinants, and in the glandular makeup. Not a standard neutroid\n ovum. He passed it on to the incubators to get a credit, knowing it\n wouldn't be caught until after birth.\"", "both our families. Well, I don't care, Terry. I'm not going to waste a\n heart over one of these pathetic little artificial animals. We're going\n to have a baby.\"", "were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called\n \"neutroids.\" When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief;", "\"When the doctor assured her that there was no other baby, she fired,\n shattering his salad plate. Glancing off it, the bullet pierced his", "The doll-like neutroids began their mindless chatter as soon as their\n keepers entered the building. Dozens of blazing blond heads began", "liked\nbabies. And because I have a B.S. in biology and an\n aptitude for dealing with people. Can't you understand? Destroying", "She reddened. \"I felt sorry for them, eating that goo from the\n mechanical feeder. I drove down to Sherman III and bought six dozen\n cooking apples.\"\n\n\n \"That was a mistake.\"", "\"Neutroid trouble.\"\n\n\n \"You meet up with a lot of unpleasantness in this business, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Lot of unpleasant emotions tangled up in it,\" he admitted." ], [ "both our families. Well, I don't care, Terry. I'm not going to waste a\n heart over one of these pathetic little artificial animals. We're going\n to have a baby.\"", "\"I didn't know you killed them,\" she said venomously.\n\n\n \"I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals.\"", "long-time residents; they knew him well, and they came with him\n willingly—like children after the Piper of Hamlin. When he had gotten\n them in the glass chamber, he sealed the door and turned on the gas.", "\"They must be getting to know you pretty well,\" Anne said, glancing\n around at the cages.\n\n\n Norris was wearing a slight frown as he inspected the room. \"They've\n never gotten this excited before.\"", "with a conveyor belt leading from it to a crematory-incinerator.\nNorris kept the third locked lest his wife see its furnishings.", "Still he felt the night's guilt, like a sticky dew that refused to\n depart with morning. Why should he have to kill the things? The answer", "He called Anne. Her voice was dull. She seemed depressed, but not\n angry. When he finished talking, she said, \"All right, Terry,\" and hung\n up.", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "He began unloading the truck, pulling the frightened and squirming\n doll-things forth one at a time with a snare-pole. They were one-man\n pets, always frightened of strangers.", "the moonlit yard. She had slipped into her negligee and was sitting on\n the narrow windowstool, staring silently out at the dull red tongue of\n exhaust gases from the crematory's chimney.", "to love them in the parlor and kill them in the kennel. It was only a\n matter of adjustment.\nAt noon, he brought back another dozen K-99s and installed them in his", "\"You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity,\" he\n protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless\n against sentimentality. \"Baby—\"", "Norris immediately regretted his consent. It bordered on being illegal.\n But he saw it as a quick way to get rid of an animal that might later\n have to be killed.", "Anne folded her arms and stared at him. \"Planning to dispose of any\n soon?\" she asked acidly.\n\n\n \"Honeymoon's off again, eh?\"", "ultimate destruction. That would bring the murderous wrath of their\n owners down upon him. He began to understand why bio-inspectors were\n frequently shifted from one territory to another.", "Yates stopped laughing. \"Oh. Well, I'll take care of it.\"\n\n\n \"It's a rush-order, Sheriff. Can you get the warrants tonight and pick\n up the animals in the morning?\"", "street at a fast scamper. He followed it in the truck until it darted\n onto a porch and began wailing through the screen, \"Mama no run ray!\n Mama no run ray!\"", "Gingerly he touch the livid welts down the side of his cheek. \"Just\n scratched a little,\" he muttered. He pushed past her and went to the", "addresses of individual buyers. By three o'clock, he had the entire\n list filled out, and the task began to look easier. All that remained\n was to pick up the thirty-five animals.", "\"If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they\n won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll\n hide it.\"" ], [ "Norris frowned at the sign and wandered inside. The place was warm\n and gloomy. He wrinkled his nose at the strong musk of animal odors.\n O'Reilley's was not a shining example of cleanliness.", "sidewalk, announcing:\nJ. \"DOGGY\" O'REILLEY", "\"I'm Agent Norris, Mr. O'Reilley. Called you yesterday for that rundown\n on K-99 sales.\"", "O'Reilley seemed to cringe. \"No mistake. I gave you the buyer's name.\"\n\n\n \"She has a different number.\"\n\n\n \"Can I help it if she traded with somebody?\"", "O'Reilley was mincing across the floor to meet him. The customer had\n gone. The little manager wore an elfin professional smile, and his bald\n head bobbled in a welcoming nod.", "The wrinkled face twitched with frustrated anger. O'Reilley shuffled\n to the counter while Norris followed. He got a fat binder from under\n the register and started toward a wooden stairway.", "O'Reilley's wrinkled face set itself into a stubborn mask. \"Doubt if\n it's still around.\"", "O'Reilley's pet shop—right place, wrong number. I just don't get it.\"", "But O'Reilley was already limping quickly up the stairs. He seemed not\n to hear. He shut the door behind him, and Norris heard the lock click.", "people used to elect dogcatchers. Think of it that way—I'm just a\n dogcatcher.\"", "Somewhere a puppy was yapping, and a parrot croaked the lyrics of\nA\n Chimp to Call My Own\n, which Norris recognized as the theme song of a\n popular soap-opera about a lady evolvotron operator.", "He wandered on toward the back of the building, pausing briefly by\n the cash register to inspect O'Reilley's license, which hung in a", "\"Good day, sir, good day! May I show you a dwarf kangaroo, or a—\" He\n stopped and adjusted his spectacles. He blinked and peered as Norris\n flashed his badge. His smile waned.", "A growling drawl came from the audio. \"This's Chief Miler speaking,\n folks. I just want to say that if any of you know the whereabouts of a", "blocks of commercial buildings. He parked in the outskirts and took a\n sidewalk escalator toward O'Reilley's address.", "O'Reilley looked suddenly nervous. \"Oh, yes. Find 'em all?\"", "They went out to the kennels together. The cages were inside a\n sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one\n for the fragile neuter humanoid creatures, and another for the lesser", "\"This is James Duncan, ladies and gentlemen, speaking to you from our\n mobile unit in front of the late Doctor Hiram Georges' residence just", "\"Thank you, Chief. This is James Duncan again. I'll review the facts\n for you briefly again, ladies and gentlemen. At seven o'clock,", "The cat-Q-5 stared at him impassively for a moment, let out a\n stuttering high-pitched wail, then: \"Kiyi Rorry.\"" ] ]

[ "To which director does the film reviewer offer the most praise?", "In reviewing \"Princess Mononoke,\" which of Miyazaki's techniques does the reviewer appreciate the least?", "According to the reviewer, Miyazaki believes that technological and industrial advancement has had a/an ______ effect on the force of nature:", "According to the reviewer, what is one of the greatest moments of the film \"Princess Mononoke\"?", "According to the reviewer, what is one of the disappointing aspects of the film \"Princess Mononoke\"?", "According to the reviewer, how would Miyazaki feel about youth viewing \"Princess Mononoke\"?", "In reviewing \"Music of the Heart,\" the reviewer believes that the director's greatest flaw is:", "The reviewer shares the following similar criticism of Princess Mononoke and Roberta Guaspari:", "The film reviewer is generally _____ the actors in \"Princess Mononoke,\" and ______ the actors in \"The Limey,\" respectively:", "What does the film reviewer respect the most about the director of \"The Limey\"?" ]

[ [ "Sam Raimi", "Steven Soderbergh", "Wes Craven", "Hayao Miyazaki" ], [ "His awareness of his audience", "His digitally dazzling cinematography", "His attention to detail", "His sublime proportionality " ], [ "Cannabilistic", "Befuddling", "Lethal", "Solipsistic" ], [ "The moment when Princess Mononoke sets off to kill the leader of Irontown", "The moment when Princess Mononoke rescues the Ashitaka ", "The moment when Ashitaka unlodges the iron ball from his body", "The moment when the kodamas make a brief appearance" ], [ "Industry ultimately triumphs over nature", "Princess Mononoke is too fixated on Ashitaka", "The director Miyazaki gets too lost in unimportant details", "The actors' overfamiliar voices distract from the seriousness of the plot" ], [ "Zealous", "Apprehensive", "Supportive", "Ambivalent" ], [ "Not focusing enough on the violin music", "Trying too hard to appeal to the film industry's elite", "Ignoring the perspectives of the children in the film", "Mischaracterizing Roberta Guaspari" ], [ "They are unoriginal and sexist caricatures of stereotypical female archetypes", "They are not developed to the fullest extent they could be, and the audience loses interest in their storyline", "They lose their appeal when the director reduces their rough edges", "They should have been cast as the protagonists of their respective stories, instead of secondary characters" ], [ "irritated by // impressed by", "skeptical of // convinced by", "bored of // enraptured by", "critical of // overpraising of" ], [ "His use of flashback and dialogue", "His simultaneous implication and omission of violence", "His ability to pack a lot of action into a short film", "His ability to evolve as a filmmaker" ] ]

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[ "Why is Peter on the surface of this planet?", "What would have happened if the Peace State had not crash landed?", "What is the most likely explanation for why Kolin's anger is so extreme?", "Which description is the best representation of Yrtok's role in the story?", "Why is Kolin so worried about the purple berries?", "What might lead the reader to think that Ashlew is trying to draw Kolin into a trap?", "What did Kolin think about becoming a tree himself?", "How does Kolin feel about Ashlew?" ]

[ [ "His ship took a long turn and is waiting for supplies.", "He ended up there because of an accident.", "His ship is there to pass rations to the locals who are low on food.", "He is part of an exploratory crew sent to investigate." ], [ "A different crew would eventually follow a similar path.", "The locals would not have gotten the rations they needed.", "A revolution on Haurtoz would never have happened.", "Yrtok would have remained lonely for the rest of his life." ], [ "He is known to be irritable and have mood swings.", "He had been holding in anger and his captain's reaction was the last straw.", "He was under the effects of the purple berries.", "His mind is being controlled by Ashlew." ], [ "She figured out what was wrong with Ammet when he fell.", "She was the reason they had a quality water supply.", "She found the purple berries, an important source of food for the stranded crew.", "Her fall leads Kolin to find Ashlew" ], [ "He expected them to be a different color.", "They may have had adverse effects on his crewmates' mental state.", "The cook thinks that they are dangerous to eat.", "If they are not edible, they will not have any food to bring back with their report." ], [ "The way in which he offers to talk to the powerful force about Kolin's history", "The holes strewn across Ashlew's back.", "The fact that Ashlew assumed Kolin had been to Earth.", "The fact that anyone would think a tree would be a good being to change into." ], [ "He wanted to be an animal, not a plant.", "He was intrigued but wanted to try something slightly different.", "He figured it was an effective way to escape his crew.", "He refused to give up his own body." ], [ "He does not trust him because he has many features not standard for trees.", "He is hesitant but drawn to him all the same.", "He is certain that Ashlew is trying to trick him.", "He trusts them, as the highest ranking person in this new planet he has met so far." ] ]

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[ [ "\"If there was ever a fellow\n ready for this planet,\" decided\n the tree named Ashlew,\n \"you're it, Sonny! Hang on\n there while I signal the Life\n by root!\"", "\"Where's that? Oh, never\n mind—some little planet. I\n don't bother with them all,\n since I came here and found\n out I could be anything I\n wanted.\"", "years later in a ship from\n some star towards the center\n of the galaxy. You should\n have seen his looks before\n the Life got in touch with his", "\"Haurtoz. It's a rotten\n place. A Planetary State! You\n have to think and even look", "believes in peace and quiet.\n You might not get back to\n your ship in any form that\n could tell tales.\"", "to think about the way they\n have to live and who's running\n things in the Planetary\n State. Then the gravy train\n would get blown up—and I", "\"I have to climb down,\" he\n told himself in a reasonable\n tone. \"It's bad enough that the\n other two passed out without\n me going space happy too.\"", "State were to survive\n the hostile plots of Earth and\n the latter's decadent colonies.\n That, at least, was the official\n line.", "Throughout the cloud of\n spores, the mind formerly\n known as Peter Kolin congratulated\n itself upon its\n choice of form.\n\n\n Nearer to the original\n shape of the Life than Ashlew\n got\n , he thought.", "the Planetary State's planned\n expansion. He dwelt upon the\n desperation of having no\n place to hide in case of trouble\n with the authorities. A", "\"Reformation of the Planetary\n State,\" mused the captain,\n smiling dreamily as he\n grasped the handrail. \"And", "an attitude could arouse\n suspicion of disguising an improper\n viewpoint.) The maintenance\n of a proper viewpoint\n was a necessity if the Planetary", "He froze.\n\n\n After a few heartbeats, he\n dropped the trash and stared\n at ship and men as if he had\n never seen either. A hail from\n his master moved him.", "There are not enough men\n ,\n thought Kolin.\n Some of me\n must drift through the airlock.\n In space, I can spread\n through the air system to the\n command group.", "His well-schooled features\n revealed no trace of the idea—or\n of any other idea. The\n Planetary State of Haurtoz", "They could just as easy make\n peace with the Earth colonies.\n You know why they\n don't?\"", "in the lower hold, to a point\n two hundred meters from the\n steaming hull of the\nPeace\n State\n. He lined them up as if", "\"They're scared that without\n talk of war, and scouting\n for Earth fleets that never\n come, people would have time", "\"Listen!\" Kolin blurted\n out. \"I wasn't so much enjoying\n being what I was that\n getting back matters to me!\"\n\n\n \"Don't like your home planet,\n whatever the name was?\"", "had been organized some fifteen\n light-years from old\n Earth, but many of the home\n world's less kindly techniques\n had been employed. Lack of" ], [ "to think about the way they\n have to live and who's running\n things in the Planetary\n State. Then the gravy train\n would get blown up—and I", "believes in peace and quiet.\n You might not get back to\n your ship in any form that\n could tell tales.\"", "in the lower hold, to a point\n two hundred meters from the\n steaming hull of the\nPeace\n State\n. He lined them up as if", "State were to survive\n the hostile plots of Earth and\n the latter's decadent colonies.\n That, at least, was the official\n line.", "the Planetary State's planned\n expansion. He dwelt upon the\n desperation of having no\n place to hide in case of trouble\n with the authorities. A", "They could just as easy make\n peace with the Earth colonies.\n You know why they\n don't?\"", "\"They're scared that without\n talk of war, and scouting\n for Earth fleets that never\n come, people would have time", "Repairs to the\nPeace State\nand the return to Haurtoz\n passed like weeks to some of", "years later in a ship from\n some star towards the center\n of the galaxy. You should\n have seen his looks before\n the Life got in touch with his", "defied precision scanners—the\n pilot made a reasonably\n good landing. Despite\n sour feelings for the space\n service of Haurtoz, steward", "the crew but like brief moments\n in infinity to other\n units. At last, the ship parted\n the air above Headquarters\n City and landed.", "\"I have to climb down,\" he\n told himself in a reasonable\n tone. \"It's bad enough that the\n other two passed out without\n me going space happy too.\"", "\"Reformation of the Planetary\n State,\" mused the captain,\n smiling dreamily as he\n grasped the handrail. \"And", "\"Haurtoz. It's a rotten\n place. A Planetary State! You\n have to think and even look", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "\"If there was ever a fellow\n ready for this planet,\" decided\n the tree named Ashlew,\n \"you're it, Sonny! Hang on\n there while I signal the Life\n by root!\"", "no matter how far away.\n Maybe you could make a deal\n to kill two birds with one\n stone, as they used to say on\n Earth….\"", "\"Maybe you're all set, Sonny.\n The Life has been thinkin'\n of learning about other\n worlds. If you can think of a", "safe form to jet off in, you\n might make yourself a deal.\n How'd you like to stay here?\"", "\"Could hardly be better,\n could it?\" he chuckled to the\n companion unit called Security\n Officer Tarth.\n\n\n \"Hardly, sir. All ready for\n the liberation of Haurtoz.\"" ], [ "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "Kolin heard opinions spouting\n out which he had prudently\n kept bottled up for\n years.", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "\"Th-thanks!\" grunted Kolin,\n hanging on grimly.", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "\"Listen!\" Kolin blurted\n out. \"I wasn't so much enjoying\n being what I was that\n getting back matters to me!\"\n\n\n \"Don't like your home planet,\n whatever the name was?\"", "Volunteered HIS section!\n thought Kolin rebelliously.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "Peter Kolin had to admit that\n casualties might have been\n far worse.", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size." ], [ "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "He pulled Yrtok to her\n feet. She pawed at him weakly,\n eyes as vacant as Ammet's.", "Yrtok, a dark, lean-faced\n girl, led the way with a quiet\n monosyllable. She carried the", "Yrtok and Ammet paused\n momentarily before descending.\n\n\n Kolin shared their sense of\n isolation. They would be out\n of sight of authority and responsible\n for their own actions.\n It was a strange sensation.", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Yrtok led the way along\n the most nearly level ground.\n Low creepers became more\n plentiful, interspersed with", "\"I should have brought\n Yrtok's radio,\" he muttered.\n \"Oh, well, I can take it when", "\"Don't know what got into\n me, talking that way to a\n tree,\" he muttered. \"If Yrtok\n snapped out of it and heard,\n I'm as good as re-personalized\n right now.\"", "\"We'd better explore along\n the edge,\" decided Yrtok.\n \"Ammet, now is the time to\n go back and tell the Chief\n which way we're—\n Ammet!\n \"", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "Since the crew would be eating\n packaged rations during\n repairs, Yrtok could be spared\n to command a scout detail.", "\"Could hardly be better,\n could it?\" he chuckled to the\n companion unit called Security\n Officer Tarth.\n\n\n \"Hardly, sir. All ready for\n the liberation of Haurtoz.\"", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"", "\"Haurtoz. It's a rotten\n place. A Planetary State! You\n have to think and even look", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "Lots changed to animals or\n birds. One even stayed a man—on\n the outside anyway.\n Most of them have to change\n as the bodies wear out, which", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "thinking, and set its roots\n down all over until it had\n control. That's the outskirts\n of it down below.\"", "he started living with a different\n way of thinking. It\n burns me. I thought of being\n a tree, and then he came along\n to take advantage of it!\"", "\"If there was ever a fellow\n ready for this planet,\" decided\n the tree named Ashlew,\n \"you're it, Sonny! Hang on\n there while I signal the Life\n by root!\"" ], [ "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "spores. They resembled those\n cast forth by one of the\n bushes Kolin's party had\n passed. Along the edges, the\n haze faded raggedly into thin", "\"What do you mean, anything\n you wanted?\" asked\n Kolin, testing the firmness of\n a vertical vine.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "Kolin looked about, seeing\n little but leaves and fog.", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "Kolin found himself in a\n group with Jak Ammet, a\n third cook, and Eva Yrtok,\n powdered foods storekeeper.", "\"It isn't, Mr. Ashlew?\"\n asked Kolin, twisting about\n in an effort to see what the\n higher branches might hide.", "\"Be a job to find anything\n edible here,\" grunted Ammet,\n and Kolin agreed.", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"" ], [ "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "\"It isn't, Mr. Ashlew?\"\n asked Kolin, twisting about\n in an effort to see what the\n higher branches might hide.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "of the tree trunk. \"And, if\n I do have to remind you, it\n would be nicer if you said\n 'Mr. Ashlew,' considering my\n age.\"", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "At first, Kolin saw no way,\n but then the network of vines\n clinging to the rugged trunk\n suggested a route. He tried\n his weight gingerly, then began\n to climb.", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "Kolin looked about, seeing\n little but leaves and fog." ], [ "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "At first, Kolin saw no way,\n but then the network of vines\n clinging to the rugged trunk\n suggested a route. He tried\n his weight gingerly, then began\n to climb.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "Kolin looked about, seeing\n little but leaves and fog.", "\"It isn't, Mr. Ashlew?\"\n asked Kolin, twisting about\n in an effort to see what the\n higher branches might hide.", "As he brooded upon the\n sorry choice of arousing a\n search by hiding where he\n was or going back to bluff\n things out, the tree spoke.", "he started living with a different\n way of thinking. It\n burns me. I thought of being\n a tree, and then he came along\n to take advantage of it!\"", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "\"Don't know what got into\n me, talking that way to a\n tree,\" he muttered. \"If Yrtok\n snapped out of it and heard,\n I'm as good as re-personalized\n right now.\"", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances" ], [ "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "\"It isn't, Mr. Ashlew?\"\n asked Kolin, twisting about\n in an effort to see what the\n higher branches might hide.", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "of the tree trunk. \"And, if\n I do have to remind you, it\n would be nicer if you said\n 'Mr. Ashlew,' considering my\n age.\"", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "Kolin looked about, seeing\n little but leaves and fog.", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "\"Th-thanks!\" grunted Kolin,\n hanging on grimly.", "Throughout the cloud of\n spores, the mind formerly\n known as Peter Kolin congratulated\n itself upon its\n choice of form.\n\n\n Nearer to the original\n shape of the Life than Ashlew\n got\n , he thought.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "\"Why?\" wheezed Ashlew." ] ]

[ "Why does Evans give up his drinking water?", "Why does Evans have difficulty identifying crystals?", "What do the workers of WIlliamson Town do that causes them to lose water?", "Why is Jones a change in the pricing structure for supply runs?", "How is time experienced by the people on the moon?", "How are people on Earth able to help with the search for a missing prospector?", "What is the most precious commodity on the moon?", "What is not correct about the workers' description of the meteor shower?", "What does Jones likely think Evans is up to when he finds him?" ]

[ [ "Using the water is the only way for his transportation to work", "He knows he will be able to find more soon in one of the caves", "He knows his rescuers will come find him and bring water", "He knows he does not have enough to survive so he uses it to save his equipment" ], [ "All of the crystals he found were very rare", "He does not have much experience in doing so", "They were not actually crystals to begin with", "None of the crystals were native to the moon" ], [ "Something got stuck when they tried to balance the weight on the valve mechanism", "Something malfunctioned when they tried to clean old build-up", "A water container exploded while they were trying to fill it", "One of the men was siphoning water supply for profit" ], [ "He thinks it would save time in writing contracts", "He thinks he can make a bigger profit if he has more control", "It would allow more necessary supplies to reach Earth", "He wants to be able to carry more expensive supplies" ], [ "They track time based on both Earth and the moon", "They work in two-week shifts, built around supply runs", "They all live and work on an Earth schedule", "They plan their schedules around the water cycle" ], [ "They can shine a light to make searching easier", "Their equipment is advanced enough to connect to the prospector's radio", "They can boost the signals of the scanners on the moon", "They can see different sides of the moon from the people on the moon" ], [ "Water", "Oxygen", "Natural gas", "Chromite ore" ], [ "The shower had caused a lot of damage to their equipment", "Nobody was outside the city to get hit during the storm", "They could identify fresh craters by locating footprints", "It had occurred a couple of days ago" ], [ "He saw that he was setting up a mine to start collecting water", "He thought he had found a new source of crystals", "He thought he was already dead", "He thought his oxygen machine was meant to be a temporary survival tool" ] ]

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[ [ "\"A Welshman takes a lot of killing,\" Evans answered.\nLater, in Evans' tractor, he was telling his story:", "make it. By careful rationing, he could probably stretch his food out to\n more than a month. His drinking water—kept separate from the water in", "Evans watched the lights flicker and go out, and he guessed what the\n trouble was.\n\n\n \"The water, man,\" he said, \"there is not enough to melt the ice in the\n condenser.\"", "\"Even though I say it who shouldn't, two-eighty a quart is too much to\n pay for water.\"\n\n\n Both men fell silent for a while. Then Jones spoke again:", "\"You might let me have some food,\" Evans continued. \"I'm getting short\n of that. And you might have someone send out a mechanic with parts to\n fix my tractor. Then maybe you'll let me use your radio to file my\n claim.\"", "used. It was one day's supply if used wastefully. It was ostentatious\n luxury for a man with a month's supply of water and twenty-one days to\n live.", "Evans sealed the turbine from the rest of the steam system by closing\n the shut-off valves. If there was any water in the boiler, it would", "But there was no water in the boiler. Carefully he poured a cup of his\n drinking water into a pipe that led to the boiler, and resealed the", "\"No,\" Cade answered.\n\n\n \"Water's stopped. Give us some pressure, we'll see if it holds.\"\n\n\n \"Twenty pounds,\" Cade answered after a couple of minutes.", "Evans began his exploration on August 25th, and was known to be\n carrying several days reserve of oxygen and supplies. Director\n McIlroy has expressed a hope that Evans will be found before his\n oxygen runs out.", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "He opened the pipe again and poured nearly a half-gallon of water into\n the boiler. It was three days' supply of water, if it had been carefully", "a bubble. Suddenly, Evans noticed that the gauge on the oxygen tank of\n his suit was reading dangerously near empty. He turned back to his\n tractor, moving as slowly as he felt safe in doing. Running would use up", "\"I don't need rescuing, man,\" Evans said.\n\n\n Jones stared at him blankly.", "\"Well, happen I might have a bit of Welsh second sight about me, and it\n tells me that Evans will be found.\"", "Evans, who had no watch, thought of the time as a quarter after\n Australia.", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "\"Well, man,\" he breathed, \"there's a light to die by.\"\nThe sun rose on Williamson Town at about the same time it rose on Evans.", "back as soon as he lands. Hadn't you better get some sleep?\"\nEvans was carrying a block of ice into the tractor when he saw the", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't" ], [ "One at a time, back in the tractor, he took the crystals out of the bags\n and analyzed them as well as he could without using a flame which would", "unusual hexagonal crystals, and the puzzle resolved itself. There was\n nothing in the bag but a few drops of water. What he had taken to be a", "He chipped a number of other crystals loose and put them in bags. One of\n them he found in a dark crevice had a hexagonal shape that puzzled him.", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"Well, now,\" he said, \"it's probably the largest natural crystal of\n potassium nitrate that anyone has ever seen. Man, it's a full inch\n across.\"", "\"A few mineral specimens would give us something to think about, man.\n These crystals,\" he said, \"look a little like zeolites, but that can't", "\"Well, happen I might have a bit of Welsh second sight about me, and it\n tells me that Evans will be found.\"", "thought was quartz turned out to be calcite, and one of the ones that he\n was sure could be nothing but calcite was actually potassium nitrate.", "Evans watched the lights flicker and go out, and he guessed what the\n trouble was.\n\n\n \"The water, man,\" he said, \"there is not enough to melt the ice in the\n condenser.\"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "\"A Welshman takes a lot of killing,\" Evans answered.\nLater, in Evans' tractor, he was telling his story:", "waste oxygen. The ones that looked like zeolites were zeolites, all\n right, or something very much like it. One of the crystals that he", "The sun was halfway to the horizon, and Earth was a crescent in the sky\n when Evans had quarried all the ice that was available in the cave. The", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "crystals on the cave wall with his geologist's hammer, and put them into\n a collector's bag.", "\"I don't need rescuing, man,\" Evans said.\n\n\n Jones stared at him blankly.", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't", "A quarter of a mile from the tractor, Evans found a promising looking\n mound of lava. It was rounded on top, and it could easily be the dome of", "\"Have you seen our friend Evans lately? The price of chromium has gone\n up, and I think he could ship some of his ore from Yellow Crater at a\n profit.\"", "Evans, who had no watch, thought of the time as a quarter after\n Australia." ], [ "\"Well, man,\" he breathed, \"there's a light to die by.\"\nThe sun rose on Williamson Town at about the same time it rose on Evans.", "this banker, who had never met Evans, was losing so much sleep about\n finding him. It began to dawn on McIlroy that nearly the whole\n population of Williamson Town was involved, one way or another, in the", "\"We picked up twelve hundred from the town sewage plant. What with using\n the solar furnace as a radiator, we can make do.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, God, I suppose this means water rationing again.\"", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't", "But there was no water in the boiler. Carefully he poured a cup of his\n drinking water into a pipe that led to the boiler, and resealed the", "\"Even though I say it who shouldn't, two-eighty a quart is too much to\n pay for water.\"\n\n\n Both men fell silent for a while. Then Jones spoke again:", "\"Because I say so,\" Cowalczk shouted, surprised at his outburst and\n ashamed of it. \"Boiler scale,\" he continued, much calmer. \"We've got to", "Evans watched the lights flicker and go out, and he guessed what the\n trouble was.\n\n\n \"The water, man,\" he said, \"there is not enough to melt the ice in the\n condenser.\"", "\"What?\" Cade asked. \"Oh, you mean the valve servo you two bashed up?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" said Lehman, \"I mean the two thousand gallons of water that we\n lost.\"", "used. It was one day's supply if used wastefully. It was ostentatious\n luxury for a man with a month's supply of water and twenty-one days to\n live.", "was usually, he used his tractor to haul uranium ore and metallic sodium\n from the mines at Potter's dike to Williamson Town, where the rockets\n landed.", "came from the same boiler. And the boiler, of course, had emptied itself\n through the hole in the turbine. And the condenser, of course—", "He opened the pipe again and poured nearly a half-gallon of water into\n the boiler. It was three days' supply of water, if it had been carefully", "IPP Williamson Town, Moon, Sept. 21st. Scientific survey director\n McIlroy released a statement today that Howard Evans, a prospector", "He fumbled for a while, until he found a small flashlight. By the light\n of this, he reinspected the steam system, and found about three gallons", "They could see the trickle of water from the discharge pipe. The motor\n turned the valve back and forth in response to Cade's signals.\n\"What's going on out there?\" demanded McIlroy on the intercom.", "Evans was about three hundred miles east of Williamson Town, the site of\n the first landing on the Moon.", "\"No,\" Cade answered.\n\n\n \"Water's stopped. Give us some pressure, we'll see if it holds.\"\n\n\n \"Twenty pounds,\" Cade answered after a couple of minutes.", "\"I've found the trouble,\" Lehman said. \"The worm gear's loose on its\n shaft. It's slipping every time the valve closes. There's not enough\n power in it to crush the scale.\"", "into the cold darkness of space. When the meteor pierced the turbine,\n the water in the condenser began to boil. This boiling lowered the\n temperature, and the condenser demonstrated its efficiency by quickly" ], [ "\"And then,\" continued Jones, \"if I buy a cargo up here, the Commission\n it is that says what I'll sell it for. If I had my way, I'd charge only", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "\"You may think it's myself running the ship,\" Jones started on his\n tirade, \"but it's not. The union it is that says who I can hire. The", "union it is that says how much I must pay, and how large a crew I need.\n And then the Commission ...\" The word seemed to give Jones an unpleasant", "fifty cents a pound for freight instead of the dollar forty that the\n Commission insists on. That's from here to Earth, of course. There's no\n profit I could make by cutting rates the other way.\"", "\"Even though I say it who shouldn't, two-eighty a quart is too much to\n pay for water.\"\n\n\n Both men fell silent for a while. Then Jones spoke again:", "\"The Commission,\" he continued, making the word sound like an obscenity,\n \"it is that tells me how much I can charge for freight.\"", "\"Well, yes,\" Jones answered. \"I thought that it might happen that a\n rocket would be needed in the search.\"", "Captain Nickel Jones was also expressing a hope: \"Anyway, Mac,\" he was\n saying to McIlroy, \"a Welshman knows when his luck's run out. And never\n a word did he say.\"", "\"Evans, man!\" said Jones' voice in the intercom. \"Alive you are!\"", "\"It runs an electric current through water, lets the oxygen loose in the\n room, and pipes the hydrogen outside. It doesn't work automatically, of\n course, so I run it about an hour a day. My oxygen level gauge shows how\n long.\"", "\"Have you seen our friend Evans lately? The price of chromium has gone\n up, and I think he could ship some of his ore from Yellow Crater at a\n profit.\"", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"You're a genius, man!\" Jones exclaimed.\n\n\n \"No,\" Evans answered, \"a Welshman, nothing more.\"", "\"Near cost it is now at a dollar forty. But what sense is there in\n charging the same rate to go either way when it takes about a seventh of\n the fuel to get from here to Earth as it does to get from there to\n here?\"", "\"I swear, Mac,\" said Jones, \"another season like this, and I'm going\n back to mining.\"", "\"You might let me have some food,\" Evans continued. \"I'm getting short\n of that. And you might have someone send out a mechanic with parts to\n fix my tractor. Then maybe you'll let me use your radio to file my\n claim.\"", "\"I'll certainly be glad to get them off my hands,\" McIlroy said. \"I hope\n they're in good order.\"\n\n\n \"There doesn't seem to be any profit,\" Mr. Phelps said.", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "\"Why not?\" asked McIlroy. He knew the answer, but he liked to listen to\n the slightly Welsh voice of Jones." ], [ "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "stars, wheeled silently in the sky. As it turned, the shadow of sunset\n crept across the face that could be seen from the Moon. From full Earth,\n as you might say, it moved toward last quarter.", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "It was two days to sunrise, where Evans stood.\n\n\n It was just before sunset on a spring evening in September in Sydney.\n The shadow line between day and night could be seen from the Moon to be\n drifting across Australia.", "\"They say it's September fourth, one thirty\n a.m.\n \"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "\"I don't know, I'll call the observatory.\"\n\n\n There was a pause.\n\n\n \"They say what day where?\" she asked.", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "move around Earth. The continents drifted across the dark disk and into\n the crescent. The people on Earth saw the full moon set about the same\n time that the sun rose.", "\"I know this seems like a silly question. What day is this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" said McIlroy, \"that's not so silly. I don't know either.\"", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "Evans, who had no watch, thought of the time as a quarter after\n Australia.", "All of these needed water to form, and their existence on the Moon\n puzzled him for a while. Then he opened the bag that had contained the", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "\"Well, there you are,\" laughed McIlroy, \"it isn't that time doesn't mean\n anything here, it just doesn't mean the same thing.\"", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "Evans was about three hundred miles east of Williamson Town, the site of\n the first landing on the Moon." ], [ "\"He isn't carrying one. Most of the prospectors don't. They claim that a\n radio that won't carry beyond the horizon isn't any good, and one that\n will bounce messages from Earth takes up too much room.\"", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"Well, yes,\" Jones answered. \"I thought that it might happen that a\n rocket would be needed in the search.\"", "\"You might let me have some food,\" Evans continued. \"I'm getting short\n of that. And you might have someone send out a mechanic with parts to\n fix my tractor. Then maybe you'll let me use your radio to file my\n claim.\"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "Evans began his exploration on August 25th, and was known to be\n carrying several days reserve of oxygen and supplies. Director\n McIlroy has expressed a hope that Evans will be found before his\n oxygen runs out.", "When he was flush, he would prospect for a couple of weeks. Once he\n followed a stampede to Yellow Crater, where he thought for a while that", "\"The nickel, man, the tons of nickel worth a dollar and a half on Earth,\n and not worth mining here; the low-grade ores of uranium and vanadium,", "Search parties have started from Williamson Town, but telescopic\n search from Palomar and the new satellite observatory are hindered", "they need these things on Earth, but they can't get them as long as it\n isn't worth the carrying of them. And then, of course, there's the water", "\"Can't tell yet. They spotted the tractor from the satellite\n observatory. Captain Jones took off a few minutes ago, and he'll report", "\"Have you seen our friend Evans lately? The price of chromium has gone\n up, and I think he could ship some of his ore from Yellow Crater at a\n profit.\"", "In seventeen days he might be missed, but in seventeen days it would be\n dark again, and the search for him, if it ever began, could not begin", "fifty cents a pound for freight instead of the dollar forty that the\n Commission insists on. That's from here to Earth, of course. There's no\n profit I could make by cutting rates the other way.\"", "\"Claim?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, man, I've thousands of tons of water here. It's the richest mine\n on the Moon!\"\n\n\n THE END", "\"They've found the tractor,\" McIlroy said.\n\n\n \"Good,\" Phelps mumbled, and then as comprehension came; \"That's fine!\n That's just line! Is Evans—?\"", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week." ], [ "\"Claim?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, man, I've thousands of tons of water here. It's the richest mine\n on the Moon!\"\n\n\n THE END", "\"The nickel, man, the tons of nickel worth a dollar and a half on Earth,\n and not worth mining here; the low-grade ores of uranium and vanadium,", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "they need these things on Earth, but they can't get them as long as it\n isn't worth the carrying of them. And then, of course, there's the water", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "All of these needed water to form, and their existence on the Moon\n puzzled him for a while. Then he opened the bag that had contained the", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"Oh, the money I like, but I will say that I'd have more if I didn't\n have to fight the union and the Lunar Trade Commission.\"", "fifty cents a pound for freight instead of the dollar forty that the\n Commission insists on. That's from here to Earth, of course. There's no\n profit I could make by cutting rates the other way.\"", "\"He isn't carrying one. Most of the prospectors don't. They claim that a\n radio that won't carry beyond the horizon isn't any good, and one that\n will bounce messages from Earth takes up too much room.\"", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "a bubble. Suddenly, Evans noticed that the gauge on the oxygen tank of\n his suit was reading dangerously near empty. He turned back to his\n tractor, moving as slowly as he felt safe in doing. Running would use up", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "\"Have you seen our friend Evans lately? The price of chromium has gone\n up, and I think he could ship some of his ore from Yellow Crater at a\n profit.\"" ], [ "\"Meteor shower,\" Cowalczk answered, \"and that's not half of it. Walker\n says he's got a half dozen mirrors cracked or pitted, and Hoffman on", "The meteor, a pebble, a little larger than a match head, traveled\n through space and time since it came into being. The light from the star", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "\"They say it's September fourth, one thirty\n a.m.\n \"", "into the cold darkness of space. When the meteor pierced the turbine,\n the water in the condenser began to boil. This boiling lowered the\n temperature, and the condenser demonstrated its efficiency by quickly", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "It was an incredibly brilliant disk in a black sky. The stars next to\n the sun shone as brightly as though there were no sun. They might have", "stars shone coldly, and wheeled in their slow course with the sun. Only\n Earth remained in the same spot in the black sky. The shadow line crept\n around until Earth was nearly dark, and then the rim of light appeared", "exploring when the meteor hit. Inside, he lifted his filter visor, and\n found that the light reflected from the small ray that peered into the\n cave door lighted the cave adequately. He tapped loose some white", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "\"I don't know, I'll call the observatory.\"\n\n\n There was a pause.\n\n\n \"They say what day where?\" she asked.", "was passing through them. This was to allow the air-conditioning system\n to function properly, and to prevent air loss in case of the highly\n improbable meteor damage. McIlroy thought that on the whole, he was", "\"Because I say so,\" Cowalczk shouted, surprised at his outburst and\n ashamed of it. \"Boiler scale,\" he continued, much calmer. \"We've got to", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "appeared to waver slightly, if they were behind outflung corona flares.\n If they did, no one noticed. No one looked toward the sun without dark\n filters.", "\"Still don't work,\" said Cade.\n\n\n \"Keep trying,\" Cowalczk ordered. \"Lehman, get a Geiger counter and come\n with me, we've got to fix this thing.\"", "\"Well, now,\" he said, \"it's probably the largest natural crystal of\n potassium nitrate that anyone has ever seen. Man, it's a full inch\n across.\"", "\"It's O.K.,\" Cade said.\n\n\n Cowalczk and Lehman opened and closed the valve again.\n\n\n \"Light is off now,\" Cade said.", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "\"Must have been last night, at least two or three days ago. All of 'em\n too small for Radar to pick up, and not enough for Seismo to get a\n rumble.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds pretty bad.\"" ], [ "\"Well, happen I might have a bit of Welsh second sight about me, and it\n tells me that Evans will be found.\"", "\"Evans, man!\" said Jones' voice in the intercom. \"Alive you are!\"", "\"They've found the tractor,\" McIlroy said.\n\n\n \"Good,\" Phelps mumbled, and then as comprehension came; \"That's fine!\n That's just line! Is Evans—?\"", "\"I don't need rescuing, man,\" Evans said.\n\n\n Jones stared at him blankly.", "\"A Welshman takes a lot of killing,\" Evans answered.\nLater, in Evans' tractor, he was telling his story:", "Captain Nickel Jones was also expressing a hope: \"Anyway, Mac,\" he was\n saying to McIlroy, \"a Welshman knows when his luck's run out. And never\n a word did he say.\"", "back as soon as he lands. Hadn't you better get some sleep?\"\nEvans was carrying a block of ice into the tractor when he saw the", "\"You're a genius, man!\" Jones exclaimed.\n\n\n \"No,\" Evans answered, \"a Welshman, nothing more.\"", "\"Like as not, you're right,\" McIlroy replied, \"but if I know Evans, he'd\n never say a word about any forebodings.\"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "this banker, who had never met Evans, was losing so much sleep about\n finding him. It began to dawn on McIlroy that nearly the whole\n population of Williamson Town was involved, one way or another, in the", "\"Well, then,\" said Jones, \"are you ready to start back?\"\n\n\n \"Back?\"\n\n\n \"Well, it was to rescue you that I came.\"", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't", "Evans began his exploration on August 25th, and was known to be\n carrying several days reserve of oxygen and supplies. Director\n McIlroy has expressed a hope that Evans will be found before his\n oxygen runs out.", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"About Evans?\" Phelps shook his head slowly. \"Palomar called in a few\n minutes back. Nothing to report and the sun was rising there. Australia", "\"Well, yes,\" Jones answered. \"I thought that it might happen that a\n rocket would be needed in the search.\"", "\"Well, man,\" he breathed, \"there's a light to die by.\"\nThe sun rose on Williamson Town at about the same time it rose on Evans.", "\"You might let me have some food,\" Evans continued. \"I'm getting short\n of that. And you might have someone send out a mechanic with parts to\n fix my tractor. Then maybe you'll let me use your radio to file my\n claim.\"", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed." ] ]

[ "Why does Bertrand Malloy end up with odd officers under his command?", "What did Malloy think of Ms. Drayson's inability to share information?", "What would've happened if Bertrand had tried to introduce himself to the aliens in his building?", "How does Bertrand Malloy feel about sending the team of man in his place?", "Which of these is not a reason that Malloy does not leave his office?", "What is the most likely reason that Secretary of State Blendwell appointed Malloy for the peace talks?", "Which is probably the hardest thing for Malloy to deal with in his current position?", "What is the role of the Saarkkadic people in this story?", "What do Miss Drayson and Kylen Braynek have in common?" ]

[ [ "He has a reputation of being able to handle them well.", "Higher quality candidates were sent to higher priority jobs.", "He requests them specifically.", "It is part of his punishment for this low-ranking position." ], [ "He uses this to his advantage and his secrets are never shared.", "He finds it very annoying that she cannot keep him updated.", "He is thankful to not have to be stuck in small talk with her.", "He wishes that she could at least gather more information." ], [ "They would have punished him for revealing himself to the public.", "He would've made some more friends and felt less isolated.", "He would likely have lost some respect.", "They would have laughed at him for his human/Terran social tendencies." ], [ "He wishes he could do the job himself but knows they are the best for the job.", "He is relieved to not have to go but wishes he could have found better replacements.", "He is glad he does not have to go and things they will do a better job anyway.", "He is fairly certain they are going to mess up the peace talks." ], [ "He has too much work to do to socialize.", "He does not like being around the aliens.", "He is uncomfortable leaving the building.", "The society pressures him to stay out of sight." ], [ "He had the most recent practice maintaining peace.", "He was the closest diplomat available.", "He was the most qualified to deal with the situation.", "He has a reputation for not compromising." ], [ "Being surrounded by aliens ", "His day-to-day responsibilities as a diplomat", "Not being able to spend time outside on the beautiful planet", "Having to stay isolated from other people" ], [ "The other races are vying for attention from them for support in the war", "They are overseeing the peace talks.", "They produce some materials important to the Terrans.", "They provide a place for Malloy to hide from his own people." ], [ "They externalize a lot of their thought processes.", "They are constantly processing extreme amounts of details.", "They both dislike interacting with other people.", "They are both paranoid about what other people think." ] ]

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[ [ "In his\n office apartment,\n on the top floor of the\n Terran Embassy Building\n in Occeq City, Bertrand\n Malloy leafed", "It was Bertrand Malloy's job to\n keep the production output high and\n to keep the materiel flowing towards\n Earth and her allies and outposts.", "So Earth had to get a delegation to\n meet with the Karna representatives\n within the three-day limit or lose what\n might be a vital point in the negotiations.\n\n\n And that was where Bertrand Malloy\n came in.", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "But Malloy didn't have top-grade\n men. They couldn't be spared from\n work that required their total capacity.", "So Malloy was stuck with the culls.\n Not the worst ones, of course; there\n were places in the galaxy that were", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "Malloy sighed and pushed the dossiers\n away from him. No two men\n were alike, and yet there sometimes\n seemed to be an eternal sameness", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "been going on for four days. Bertrand\n Malloy had full reports on the whole\n parley, as relayed to him through the\n ship that had taken Nordon and Braynek", "less important than Saarkkad to the\n war effort. Malloy knew that, no matter\n what was wrong with a man, as\n long as he had the mental ability to", "But Malloy didn't like to stop at\n merely thwarting mental quirks; he\n liked to find places where they were\nuseful\n.\nThe phone chimed. Malloy flipped\n it on with a practiced hand.", "\"No,\" said Malloy, \"I'm sending\n an assistant with you—a man named\n Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?\"", "\"Of course not, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy watched her go out the door\n without actually seeing her. The war\n was over—at least for a while. He\n looked down at the papers again.", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "On the second day after the arrival\n of the communique, Malloy\n made his decision. He flipped on his\n intercom and said: \"Miss Drayson," ], [ "Miss Drayson was a case in point.\n She was uncommunicative. She liked\n to gather in information, but she\n found it difficult to give it up once it\n was in her possession.", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret.", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "On the second day after the arrival\n of the communique, Malloy\n made his decision. He flipped on his\n intercom and said: \"Miss Drayson,", "head that it was perfectly all\n right—even desirable—for her to\n keep secrets from everyone except\n Malloy.", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "Malloy knew the woman would\n listen in on the intercom anyway, and\n it was better to give her permission to\n do so.", "\"Of course not, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy watched her go out the door\n without actually seeing her. The war\n was over—at least for a while. He\n looked down at the papers again.", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Miss Drayson in a\n hushed voice.", "As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy\n said softly: \"Send in Braynek,\n Miss Drayson.\"", "Malloy let her stand there while he\n picked up the communique. She wanted\n to know what his reaction was", "She came in through the door,\n a rather handsome woman in her middle\n thirties, clutching a sheaf of\n papers in her right hand as though\n someone might at any instant snatch\n it from her before she could turn it\n over to Malloy.", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "Malloy nodded. \"I think so. The\n Karna put us in a dilemma, so I\n threw a dilemma right back at them.\"\n\n\n \"How do you mean?\"", "\"Bring it in, Miss Drayson.\"", "But Malloy didn't like to stop at\n merely thwarting mental quirks; he\n liked to find places where they were\nuseful\n.\nThe phone chimed. Malloy flipped\n it on with a practiced hand.", "mind. I drummed into him how important\n this was, and the more importance\n there is attached to his decisions,\n the more incapable he becomes\n of making them.\"", "\"Naturally, they'll be trying to\n trick you every step of the way,\" Malloy\n went on. \"They're shrewd and", "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a" ], [ "In his\n office apartment,\n on the top floor of the\n Terran Embassy Building\n in Occeq City, Bertrand\n Malloy leafed", "from it by a steel shell.\" A\n look of revulsion came over his face.\n \"And I can't\nstand\naliens!\"\nTHE END", "So Earth had to get a delegation to\n meet with the Karna representatives\n within the three-day limit or lose what\n might be a vital point in the negotiations.\n\n\n And that was where Bertrand Malloy\n came in.", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "that there\nhas\nto be—somewhere.\n As a result, all his advice to\n Nordon, and all his questioning on", "thought. Which meant, as usual, that\n they were atypical. Every man in the\n Diplomatic Corps who developed a\n twitch or a quirk was shipped to", "\"Maybe, but I doubt it. They might\n have gotten around me someway by\n sneaking up on a blind spot. Nordon", "been going on for four days. Bertrand\n Malloy had full reports on the whole\n parley, as relayed to him through the\n ship that had taken Nordon and Braynek", "trap in it somewhere, and he digs to\n find out what the trap is. Even if\n there isn't a trap, the Karna can't\n satisfy Braynek, because he's convinced", "was only a few million miles from a\n planet which was allied with Earth,\n and that it was unfair for Earth to\n take so much time in preparing for an", "\"Tense. They're waiting to see\n what is going to happen on Five. So\n am I, for that matter.\" His eyes were\n curious. \"You decided not to go\n yourself, eh?\"", "fully neutral territory, and Earth\n couldn't argue the point very well. In\n addition, they demanded that the conference\n begin in three days, Terrestrial\n time.", "\"I have to be drugged to be put on\n a spaceship because I can't take all\n that empty space, even if I'm protected", "\"They won't get anything by me,\n Mr. Malloy.\"\nBy the time the ship from Earth\n got there, the peace conference had", "It wouldn't have been a problem at\n all if Earth and Karn had fostered the\n only two intelligent races in the galaxy.", "The trouble was that interstellar\n communication beams travel a devil\n of a lot faster than ships. It would\n take more than a week for the Earth", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "It was Bertrand Malloy's job to\n keep the production output high and\n to keep the materiel flowing towards\n Earth and her allies and outposts.", "The secretary's eyes narrowed.\n \"I've heard of the work you've been\n doing here with ... ah ... sick men.\n Is this one of your ... ah ... successes?\"", "\"Not necessarily. He's a pretty\n shrewd operator, though. He knows a\n lot about interstellar law, and he's" ], [ "So Earth had to get a delegation to\n meet with the Karna representatives\n within the three-day limit or lose what\n might be a vital point in the negotiations.\n\n\n And that was where Bertrand Malloy\n came in.", "It was Bertrand Malloy's job to\n keep the production output high and\n to keep the materiel flowing towards\n Earth and her allies and outposts.", "In his\n office apartment,\n on the top floor of the\n Terran Embassy Building\n in Occeq City, Bertrand\n Malloy leafed", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "\"No,\" said Malloy, \"I'm sending\n an assistant with you—a man named\n Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?\"", "\"I thought it better not to. I sent a\n good team, instead. Would you like\n to see the reports?\"\n\n\n \"I certainly would.\"", "been going on for four days. Bertrand\n Malloy had full reports on the whole\n parley, as relayed to him through the\n ship that had taken Nordon and Braynek", "\"Paranoid,\" said Malloy. \"He\n thinks everyone is plotting against\n him. In this case, that's all to the good", "\"I thought they would,\" said Malloy,\n trying to appear modest.", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret.", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy\n said softly: \"Send in Braynek,\n Miss Drayson.\"", "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a", "But Malloy didn't have top-grade\n men. They couldn't be spared from\n work that required their total capacity.", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that", "\"Naturally, they'll be trying to\n trick you every step of the way,\" Malloy\n went on. \"They're shrewd and" ], [ "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "\"Of course not, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy watched her go out the door\n without actually seeing her. The war\n was over—at least for a while. He\n looked down at the papers again.", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Malloy sighed and pushed the dossiers\n away from him. No two men\n were alike, and yet there sometimes\n seemed to be an eternal sameness", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "But Malloy didn't like to stop at\n merely thwarting mental quirks; he\n liked to find places where they were\nuseful\n.\nThe phone chimed. Malloy flipped\n it on with a practiced hand.", "On the second day after the arrival\n of the communique, Malloy\n made his decision. He flipped on his\n intercom and said: \"Miss Drayson,", "Take this first one, for instance.\n Malloy ran his finger down the columns\n of complex symbolism that\n showed the complete psychological", "In his\n office apartment,\n on the top floor of the\n Terran Embassy Building\n in Occeq City, Bertrand\n Malloy leafed", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "couldn't go. The reason why I'm here,\n cooped up in this office, hiding from\n the Saarkkada the way a good Saarkkadic", "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a", "\"Paranoid,\" said Malloy. \"He\n thinks everyone is plotting against\n him. In this case, that's all to the good", "But Malloy didn't have top-grade\n men. They couldn't be spared from\n work that required their total capacity.", "less important than Saarkkad to the\n war effort. Malloy knew that, no matter\n what was wrong with a man, as\n long as he had the mental ability to", "Malloy let her stand there while he\n picked up the communique. She wanted\n to know what his reaction was", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret." ], [ "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a", "Malloy looked at him. \"Didn't you\n know? I wondered why you appointed\n me, in the first place. No, I", "So Earth had to get a delegation to\n meet with the Karna representatives\n within the three-day limit or lose what\n might be a vital point in the negotiations.\n\n\n And that was where Bertrand Malloy\n came in.", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "Again Malloy went through the explanation\n of the peace conference.", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "Nordon nodded slowly. \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy explained the problem of\n the Karna peace talks.", "He took Malloy's hand and shook\n it warmly. \"How are you, Mr. Ambassador?\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Mr. Secretary. How's everything\n on Earth?\"", "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "\"Of course not, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy watched her go out the door\n without actually seeing her. The war\n was over—at least for a while. He\n looked down at the papers again.", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret.", "Malloy knew the woman would\n listen in on the intercom anyway, and\n it was better to give her permission to\n do so.", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "Secretary of State Blendwell stopped\n off at Saarkkad IV before going\n on to V to take charge of the conference.", "head that it was perfectly all\n right—even desirable—for her to\n keep secrets from everyone except\n Malloy.", "As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy\n said softly: \"Send in Braynek,\n Miss Drayson.\"", "\"Paranoid,\" said Malloy. \"He\n thinks everyone is plotting against\n him. In this case, that's all to the good", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that" ], [ "Malloy closed his eyes. Somewhere\n out there, a war was raging. He\n didn't even like to think of that, but", "And, Malloy knew, his own position\n was not unimportant in that war.\n He was not in the battle line, nor", "Take this first one, for instance.\n Malloy ran his finger down the columns\n of complex symbolism that\n showed the complete psychological", "Malloy sighed and pushed the dossiers\n away from him. No two men\n were alike, and yet there sometimes\n seemed to be an eternal sameness", "less important than Saarkkad to the\n war effort. Malloy knew that, no matter\n what was wrong with a man, as\n long as he had the mental ability to", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret.", "Malloy had made her his private\n secretary. Nothing—but\nnothing\n—got", "But Malloy didn't like to stop at\n merely thwarting mental quirks; he\n liked to find places where they were\nuseful\n.\nThe phone chimed. Malloy flipped\n it on with a practiced hand.", "\"Naturally, they'll be trying to\n trick you every step of the way,\" Malloy\n went on. \"They're shrewd and", "\"Paranoid,\" said Malloy. \"He\n thinks everyone is plotting against\n him. In this case, that's all to the good", "\"Of course not, sir.\"\n\n\n Malloy watched her go out the door\n without actually seeing her. The war\n was over—at least for a while. He\n looked down at the papers again.", "On the second day after the arrival\n of the communique, Malloy\n made his decision. He flipped on his\n intercom and said: \"Miss Drayson,", "Malloy handed them to the secretary,\n and as he read, Malloy watched\n him. Blendwell was a political appointee—a", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "Kylen Braynek was a smallish man\n with mouse-brown hair that lay flat\n against his skull, and hard, penetrating,\n dark eyes that were shadowed by\n heavy, protruding brows. Malloy asked\n him to sit down.", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "\"We need a man who can outthink\n them,\" Malloy finished, \"and judging\n from your record, I think you're that", "that there\nhas\nto be—somewhere.\n As a result, all his advice to\n Nordon, and all his questioning on", "But Malloy didn't have top-grade\n men. They couldn't be spared from\n work that required their total capacity." ], [ "with the Saarkkadic government.", "The Saarkkada themselves were humanoid\n in physical form—if one allowed\n the term to cover a wide range\n of differences—but their minds just\n didn't function along the same lines.", "less important than Saarkkad to the\n war effort. Malloy knew that, no matter\n what was wrong with a man, as\n long as he had the mental ability to", "underlings. It was a long, roundabout\n way of doing business, but it was the\n only way Saarkkad would do any\n business at all. To violate the rigid", "couldn't go. The reason why I'm here,\n cooped up in this office, hiding from\n the Saarkkada the way a good Saarkkadic", "Saarkkad V, the next planet out from\n the Saarkkad sun, a chilly world inhabited\n only by low-intelligence animals.\n The Karna considered this to be", "memories of Diane, dead these ten\n years, but still beautiful and alive in\n his recollections. And—he grinned\n softly to himself—he had Saarkkad.", "to Saarkkad V.", "\"You'll be leaving within an hour\n for Saarkkad V.\"\n\n\n Nordon nodded again. \"Yes, sir;\n certainly. Am I to go alone?\"", "The job would have been a snap\n cinch in the right circumstances; the\n Saarkkada weren't difficult to get\n along with. A staff of top-grade men\n could have handled them without\n half trying.", "For nine years, Bertrand Malloy\n had been Ambassador to Saarkkad,\n and for nine years, no Saarkkada had\n ever seen him. To have shown himself\n to one of them would have\n meant instant loss of prestige.", "his isolation. The Occeq of Saarkkad\n himself was never seen except by a\n handful of picked nobles, who, themselves,\n were never seen except by their", "The Karna pointed out that the\n Saarkkad sun was just as far from\n Karn as it was from Earth, that it", "even in the major production line, but\n it was necessary to keep the drug supply\n lines flowing from Saarkkad, and\n that meant keeping on good terms", "social setup of Saarkkad would mean\n the instant closing off of the supply\n of biochemical products that the\n Saarkkadic laboratories produced", "Saarkkad IV to work under Bertrand\n Malloy, Permanent Terran Ambassador\n to His Utter Munificence, the\n Occeq of Saarkkad.", "government to get a vessel to Saarkkad\n V. Earth had been caught unprepared\n for an armistice. They\n objected.", "He was—how old? He glanced at\n the Earth calendar dial that was automatically\n correlated with the Saarkkadic", "Secretary of State Blendwell stopped\n off at Saarkkad IV before going\n on to V to take charge of the conference.", "So Earth had to get a delegation to\n meet with the Karna representatives\n within the three-day limit or lose what\n might be a vital point in the negotiations.\n\n\n And that was where Bertrand Malloy\n came in." ], [ "As soon as Nordon had left, Malloy\n said softly: \"Send in Braynek,\n Miss Drayson.\"", "Kylen Braynek was a smallish man\n with mouse-brown hair that lay flat\n against his skull, and hard, penetrating,\n dark eyes that were shadowed by\n heavy, protruding brows. Malloy asked\n him to sit down.", "\"No,\" said Malloy, \"I'm sending\n an assistant with you—a man named\n Kylen Braynek. Ever heard of him?\"", "\"Bring it in, Miss Drayson.\"", "Miss Drayson was a case in point.\n She was uncommunicative. She liked\n to gather in information, but she\n found it difficult to give it up once it\n was in her possession.", "Malloy read the whole thing\n through, fighting to keep his emotions\n in check. Miss Drayson stood\n there calmly, her face a mask; her\n emotions were a secret.", "—got\n out of Malloy's office without his\n direct order. It had taken Malloy a\n long time to get it into Miss Drayson's", "because the Karna\nare\nplotting against\n him. No matter what they put forth,\n Braynek is convinced that there's a", "get hold of James Nordon and Kylen\n Braynek. I want to see them both immediately.\n Send Nordon in first, and\n tell Braynek to wait.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Miss Drayson in a\n hushed voice.", "Finally, Malloy looked up. \"I'll let\n you know as soon as I reach a decision,\n Miss Drayson. I think I hardly\n need say that no news of this is to\n leave this office.\"", "On the second day after the arrival\n of the communique, Malloy\n made his decision. He flipped on his\n intercom and said: \"Miss Drayson,", "trap in it somewhere, and he digs to\n find out what the trap is. Even if\n there isn't a trap, the Karna can't\n satisfy Braynek, because he's convinced", "The Secretary nodded slowly.\n \"What about Braynek?\"", "and Braynek have blind spots, but\n they're covered with armor. No, I'm\n glad I couldn't go; it's better this\n way.\"", "been going on for four days. Bertrand\n Malloy had full reports on the whole\n parley, as relayed to him through the\n ship that had taken Nordon and Braynek", "thought. Which meant, as usual, that\n they were atypical. Every man in the\n Diplomatic Corps who developed a\n twitch or a quirk was shipped to", "The secretary's eyes narrowed.\n \"I've heard of the work you've been\n doing here with ... ah ... sick men.\n Is this one of your ... ah ... successes?\"", "memories of Diane, dead these ten\n years, but still beautiful and alive in\n his recollections. And—he grinned\n softly to himself—he had Saarkkad.", "that there\nhas\nto be—somewhere.\n As a result, all his advice to\n Nordon, and all his questioning on" ] ]

[ "Why is Conners upset with Bridges?", "How does Jerry get his message to the White House press secretary?", "What do the Venusians want?", "Why does Jerry visit Professor Coltz?", "What happened to the Delegate?", "Why didn't the Delegate have a robotic voice?", "Why doesn't the robot arrive already put together?" ]

[ [ "Conners was chewed out by a Senator because Bridges was trying to get information,", "Conners has a deal with the State Department that the paper won't print certain stories.", "Conners received a report that Bridges was behaving unprofessionally.", "Conners has a deal with the White House that the paper won't print certain stories." ], [ "He bribes the press secretary's secretary with flashy diamond earrings.", "He bribes the press secretary's secretary with diamond earrings and a bracelet.", "He flatters the press secretary's secretary by comparing her to Lana Turner and Hedy Lamar.", "He flatters the press secretary's secretary by calling her the names of beautiful movie stars." ], [ "The Venusians want galactic peace.", "The Venusians want to join the UN.", "The Venusians want to atomize the Earth.", "The Venusians don't want the people of Earth to use nuclear weapons." ], [ "Jerry thinks Professor Coltz may be a Venutian in disguise.", "Jerry remembered something Professor Coltz said when Jerry was a student.", "Jerry remembered that Professor Coltz was interested in robotics.", "Jerry thinks Professor Coltz may be a domestic terrorist, using an extraterrestrial visit as a cover." ], [ "The Marines destroyed it.", "It self-destructed.", "It returned to Venus.", "It was locked inside a bomb shelter." ], [ "The robot was programmed by the Venusians to speak the many languages of Earth.", "The robot was programmed by Professor Coltz and the group that helped him to speak eight languages.", "The robot was voiced by Professor Coltz remotely.", "The advanced Venusian technology allows for a natural-sounding voice." ], [ "The spaceship is only 15 feet in total circumference. If the robot was already put together it wouldn't fit inside.", "The Venusians think the task of building the robot will unite the people of Earth.", "Professor Coltz's team thinks the task of building the robot will unite the people of Earth.", "The robot is sent in pieces packed in a special material to protect it from the landing impact." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Mr. Bridges, you don't make\n it easy for us. It's our opinion\n that secrecy is essential, that", "Jerry Bridges, sitting in the\n chair opposite his employer's\n desk, chewed on his knuckles\n and said nothing. One part of", "\"I didn't mean to make trouble,\n Mr. Conners,\" he said casually.\n \"It just seemed strange, all\n these exchanges of couriers in\n the past two days. I couldn't\n help thinking something was\n up.\"", "Five minutes later, Jerry\n Bridges was calling the airlines.\nIt had been eleven years since\n Jerry had walked across the", "it. She came out of the press\n secretary's office two minutes\n later with Howells himself, and\n Howells said: \"You there,\n Bridges. Come in here.\"", "The news flashed with lightning\n speed over the world, and\n Jerry Bridges' eyewitness accounts\n of the incredible event\n was syndicated throughout the\n nation. But his sudden celebrity\n left him vaguely unsatisfied.", "\"That'll be all, Bridges.\"\nThe reporter closed the door\n behind him, and then strolled\n out of the building into the sunlight.", "Let\n me put it this way,\"\n Conners said paternally.\n \"We expect a certain amount of\n decorum from our Washington", "\"Even if that's true, we'll\n hear about it through the usual\n channels,\" Conners frowned.", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "will of the U. S. Marines.\n But Jerry Bridges tried.", "\"Hello, Professor. Do you remember\n me? Jerry Bridges?\"\n\n\n \"Of course! I thought of you\n only yesterday, when I saw your\n name in the papers—\"", "\"But getting a senator's secretary\n drunk to obtain information—well,\n that's not only indiscreet,\n Bridges. It's downright\n dirty.\"", "\"I haven't the faintest idea.\"\n\n\n \"Don't kid me, Mr. Conners.\n Think it's war?\"", "aircraft that took off that evening\n from Washington Airport.\n But Jerry Bridges, sitting in\n the rear seat flanked by two\n Sphinx-like Secret Service men,", "\"It's not that,\" Jerry said\n moodily. \"But ever since I heard\n the Delegate speak, something's\n been nagging me.\"", "\"Greta!\"\n\n\n \"But if you print one\nword\nof it, Jerry Bridges, I'll never\n speak to you again!\"", "There were six men in the\n room, three in military uniform.\n Howells poked the envelope towards\n Jerry, and snapped:\n\n\n \"This note of yours. Just what\n do you think it means?\"", "Jerry grinned. \"I didn't take\nthat\nkind of advantage, Mr.\n Conners. Not that she wasn't a\n toothsome little dish ...\"", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"" ], [ "\"Yes,\nsir\n!\" Jerry said, breezing\n by the waiting reporters\n with a grin of triumph.", "aircraft that took off that evening\n from Washington Airport.\n But Jerry Bridges, sitting in\n the rear seat flanked by two\n Sphinx-like Secret Service men,", "it. She came out of the press\n secretary's office two minutes\n later with Howells himself, and\n Howells said: \"You there,\n Bridges. Come in here.\"", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"", "The press secretary's secretary,\n a massive woman with\n gray hair and impervious to\n charm, guarded the portals of\n his office with all the indomitable", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "There were six men in the\n room, three in military uniform.\n Howells poked the envelope towards\n Jerry, and snapped:\n\n\n \"This note of yours. Just what\n do you think it means?\"", "Five minutes later, Jerry\n Bridges was calling the airlines.\nIt had been eleven years since\n Jerry had walked across the", "in the capitol. There had\n been hourly conferences at the\n White House, flying visits by\n State Department officials, mysterious\n conferences involving", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "The news flashed with lightning\n speed over the world, and\n Jerry Bridges' eyewitness accounts\n of the incredible event\n was syndicated throughout the\n nation. But his sudden celebrity\n left him vaguely unsatisfied.", "\"But this is something he\nwants\nto see.\" He handed her\n an envelope, stamped URGENT.\n \"Do it for me, Hedy. And I'll\n buy you the flashiest pair of\n diamond earrings in Washington.\"", "They split off a few blocks\n later, and Jerry walked until he\n came to the Red Tape Bar &", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:", "Jerry swallowed hard.", "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "escort me to the meeting\n place ...\"\nIt wasn't until three days\n after the landing that Jerry\n Bridges saw the Delegate again.", "his mind wanted him to play it\n cagey, to behave the way the\n newspaper wanted him to behave,\n to protect the cozy Washington\n assignment he had waited", "after seventy-two frustrating\n hours, he was escorted by Marine\n guard into New York City.\n No one told him his destination,\n and it wasn't until he saw the", "Jerry held his breath as they\n approached the object; only\n when they were yards away did\n he appreciate its size. It wasn't\n large; not more than fifteen feet\n in total circumference." ], [ "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "ship you see is a Venusian Class\n 7 interplanetary rocket, built\n for one-passenger. It is clear of\n all radiation, and is perfectly", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "has been created for me, and I\n come to offer your planet not\n merely a threat, a promise, or\n an easy solution—but a challenge.\"", "\"Your earth satellites have\n been viewed with interest by the\n astronomers of our world, and\n we foresee the day when contact", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "He swung his other arm\n around her, and Venus winked\n approvingly.\nTHE END", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "they want to take part. They\n say that with all the satellites\n being launched, that our affairs\n are\ntheir", "of Venus, promise you this—that\n on the very day your conflict\n deteriorates into heedless\n violence, we will not stand by\n and let the ugly contagion", "between our planets will be commonplace.\n As for ourselves, we\n have hitherto had little desire\n to explore beyond our realm,\n being far too occupied with internal", "\"A spaceship,\" Greta said\n coolly, sipping lemonade. \"They\n have been in contact with it now", "right to know about this spaceship\n that's flying around—\"\nHis words brought an exclamation\n from the others. Howells\n sighed, and said:" ], [ "when the door opened. If the\n students looked younger, Professor\n Coltz was far older than\n Jerry remembered. He was a\n tall man, with an unruly confusion", "\"Professor Coltz, something's\n been bothering me. It bothered\n me from the moment I heard", "He followed her directions,\n and located a fresh-painted\n building three hundred yards\n from the men's dorm. He met a\n student at the door, who told\n him that Professor Coltz would\n be found in the physics department.", "Coltz's eyes were suddenly\n hooded.\n\n\n \"What do you mean, Jerry?\"", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "Coltz shifted uncomfortably.\n \"I don't recall every silly thing\n I said, Jerry.\"", "\"Professor Coltz?\" She stuck\n a pencil to her mouth. \"Well, I\n guess he'd be in the Holland\n Laboratory about now.\"\n\n\n \"Holland Laboratory? What's\n that?\"", "young. He was winded by the\n time he asked the pretty girl at\n the desk where Professor Martin\n Coltz could be located.", "\"Hello, Professor. Do you remember\n me? Jerry Bridges?\"\n\n\n \"Of course! I thought of you\n only yesterday, when I saw your\n name in the papers—\"", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"", "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "The room was empty when\n Jerry entered, except for the\n single stooped figure vigorously\n erasing a blackboard. He turned", "Jerry looked up from his\n coffee and blinked when he saw\n who was coming through the\n door of the Bar & Grill. So did", "They split off a few blocks\n later, and Jerry walked until he\n came to the Red Tape Bar &", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:", "Jerry Bridges, sitting in the\n chair opposite his employer's\n desk, chewed on his knuckles\n and said nothing. One part of", "and secrecy of a University on a\n fantastic scheme to force the\n idea of peace into the minds of\n the world's big shots. Does my\n dream interest you, Professor?\"", "\"Oh, I guess that was after\n your time, wasn't it?\"\n\n\n Jerry felt decrepit, but managed\n to say: \"It must be something\n new since I was here.\n Where is this place?\"", "Five minutes later, Jerry\n Bridges was calling the airlines.\nIt had been eleven years since\n Jerry had walked across the" ], [ "chamber. When the door was\n opened, the Delegate was an exploded\n ruin.", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "the Delegate speak. I didn't\n know what it was until last\n night, when I dug out my old\n college notebooks. Thank God\n I kept them.\"", "\"It's not that,\" Jerry said\n moodily. \"But ever since I heard\n the Delegate speak, something's\n been nagging me.\"", "escort me to the meeting\n place ...\"\nIt wasn't until three days\n after the landing that Jerry\n Bridges saw the Delegate again.", "to\nbuild\nthe damn thing.\"\nThe Delegate, a handsomely\n constructed robot almost eight\n feet tall, was pieced together", "\"Their delegate. They came\n here for some kind of conference,\n I guess. They know about\n the UN and everything, and", "\"'Instructions for assembling\n Delegate,'\" he read aloud.\n \"'First, remove all parts and\n arrange them in the following", "The saucer was interesting, but where was the delegate?\nThe\n\n DELEGATE\n\n FROM", "The robot delegate stood up.", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "Death, who speaks not in words,\n but in the explosion of atoms.\n Think of thousands of such Delegates,\n fired from a vantage\n point far beyond the reach of", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "He was allowed to leave the\n car and stroll unescorted. He\n tried to talk to some of the\n scurrying officials, but to no", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "\"The other is perhaps more\n practical,\" Howells said. \"You'll\n be taken into our confidence, and\n allowed to accompany those officials", "\"That'll be all, Bridges.\"\nThe reporter closed the door\n behind him, and then strolled\n out of the building into the sunlight.", "after seventy-two frustrating\n hours, he was escorted by Marine\n guard into New York City.\n No one told him his destination,\n and it wasn't until he saw the" ], [ "The robot delegate stood up.", "to\nbuild\nthe damn thing.\"\nThe Delegate, a handsomely\n constructed robot almost eight\n feet tall, was pieced together", "the Delegate speak. I didn't\n know what it was until last\n night, when I dug out my old\n college notebooks. Thank God\n I kept them.\"", "\"It's not that,\" Jerry said\n moodily. \"But ever since I heard\n the Delegate speak, something's\n been nagging me.\"", "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "chamber. When the door was\n opened, the Delegate was an exploded\n ruin.", "\"'Instructions for assembling\n Delegate,'\" he read aloud.\n \"'First, remove all parts and\n arrange them in the following", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "A trio came forward and\n hoisted the crate out of the ship.\n Then the voice spoke again;\n Jerry deduced that it must have\n been activated by the decreased\n load of the ship.", "foreign minister's debate. And\n the cause of it all, a placid,\n highly-polished metal robot, was\n seated blithely at a desk which", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "\"Thank you, gentlemen,\" it\n said, in sweet, unmetallic accents.\n \"Now if you will please", "\"Their delegate. They came\n here for some kind of conference,\n I guess. They know about\n the UN and everything, and", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "radio message to earth from the\n cone, seemingly as if it originated\n from their 'spaceship.'\n Then, when the Robot was assembled,\n they would speak", "escort me to the meeting\n place ...\"\nIt wasn't until three days\n after the landing that Jerry\n Bridges saw the Delegate again.", "\"I'm not worried about that.\n I think that damn robot did\n more for peace than anything\n that's ever come along in this\n cockeyed world. But still ...\"", "The saucer was interesting, but where was the delegate?\nThe\n\n DELEGATE\n\n FROM", "Death, who speaks not in words,\n but in the explosion of atoms.\n Think of thousands of such Delegates,\n fired from a vantage\n point far beyond the reach of" ], [ "come down safely at a certain\n time and place. They would install\n a marvelous electronic robot\n within the cone, ready to be\n assembled. They would beam a", "to\nbuild\nthe damn thing.\"\nThe Delegate, a handsomely\n constructed robot almost eight\n feet tall, was pieced together", "\"'Instructions for assembling\n Delegate,'\" he read aloud.\n \"'First, remove all parts and\n arrange them in the following", "radio message to earth from the\n cone, seemingly as if it originated\n from their 'spaceship.'\n Then, when the Robot was assembled,\n they would speak", "\"I'm not worried about that.\n I think that damn robot did\n more for peace than anything\n that's ever come along in this\n cockeyed world. But still ...\"", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "simple as the job was, they were\n obviously impressed by the\n mechanism they had assembled.\n It stood impassive until they\n obeyed the final instruction.", "There were a variety of metal\n pieces packed within, protected\n by a filmy packing material.\n\n\n \"Wait a minute,\" the general\n said. \"Here's a book—\"", "A trio came forward and\n hoisted the crate out of the ship.\n Then the voice spoke again;\n Jerry deduced that it must have\n been activated by the decreased\n load of the ship.", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "\"Is it? But I also remember\n your interest in robotics. I'll\n never forget that mechanical\n homing pigeon you constructed.\n And you've probably learned\n much more these past eleven\n years.\"", "They set to work on the crate,\n its gray plastic material giving\n in readily to the application of\n their tools. But when it was\n opened, they stood aside in\n amazement and consternation.", "foreign minister's debate. And\n the cause of it all, a placid,\n highly-polished metal robot, was\n seated blithely at a desk which", "order. A-1, central nervous system\n housing. A-2 ...'\" He looked\n up. \"It's an instruction book,\"\n he whispered. \"We're supposed", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "\"There was something about\n the Robot's speech that sounded\n familiar—I could have sworn\n I'd heard some of the words\n before. I couldn't prove anything\n until I checked my old\n notes, and here's what I found.\"", "They found button K, and\n pressed it.\n\n\n The robot bowed.", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "A door slid open.\n\n\n \"It's a box!\" someone said.\n\n\n \"A crate—\"", "The robot delegate stood up." ] ]

[ "Why does Loy Chuk want to bring the mummy back to life?", "How did Ned become a mummy?", "Why did Loy Chuk's people live underground?", "How does Loy Chuk communicate with Ned?", "How does Loy Chuk bring the mummy to life?", "Why can't Loy Chuk use time travel to send Ned back to Earth before his death?", "Why does Loy Chuk build an artificial environment for Ned?", "How did Loy Chuk's team find Ned at the bottom of the Pit?" ]

[ [ "Loy Chuk wants to experiment on the man.", "Loy Chuk wants to study the man.", "Loy Chuk thinks, if he can find a female specimen, he can restart the human race.", "Loy Chuk just wants to prove it can be done." ], [ "Loy Chuk's workers wrapped Ned's body in strips of cloth to preserve it in transport.", "The earth became a desert wasteland. All the moisture was leached from the corpse.", "A combination of the alkali and mud his body had been soaked in. Also, the years of dryness after the world became a desert.", "The body had been devoid of moisture for a million years." ], [ "Subterranean passages protect against desert sand storms.", "Subterranean passages protect against larger predators.", "Loy Chuk comes from a rodent species. Rodents usually live in underground burrows.", "The temperature above ground at night is very cold." ], [ "Loy Chuk communicates with Ned through telepathy.", "Loy Chuk has a device that translates his speech into English.", "Loy Chuk has a device that lets him speak English.", "Loy Chuk has a device that converts his thoughts into English." ], [ "While rehydrating the body, Loy Chuk sent electricity into the body using a metal helmet.", "After rehydrating the body, Loy Chuk sent electricity into the body using a metal helmet.", "While rehydrating the body, Loy Chuk used electrodes to send energy throughout the body.", "After rehydrating the body, Loy Chuk used electrodes to send energy throughout the body." ], [ "The government of Kar-Rah turned down Loy Chuk's request to use time travel.", "There is no such thing as time travel.", "No one has figured out time travel.", "Humans took the secrets of time travel with them when they left Earth." ], [ "He needs to keep Ned calm. If Ned believes himself to back in his own time, he will remain calm.", "He realizes Ned is mentally unstable from the trauma of being brought back to life. He doesn't want Ned to commit suicide.", "He needs a habitat for Ned until they can figure out time travel.", "He needs a habitat for Ned, so he can study Ned in a natural setting." ], [ "The workers noticed red debris.", "The workers noticed a flaky rust formation.", "The workers noticed a glint of metal.", "The workers found him during an excavation." ] ]

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[ [ "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "not a mere fossil. It was a\n mummy.\n\"Kaalleee!\" Man, that meant.\n Not the star-conquering demi-gods,", "that had baffled far keener wits\n than Loy's. But he was bent,\n now, on the well-being of this\n anachronism he had so miraculously", "subjects of his researches. He\n wanted this ancient man to live\n and to be happy. Or this creature\n would be of scant value for\n study.", "wonder Loy Chuk and his co-workers\n were happy in their\n paleontological enthusiasm! A\n strange accident, happening in a\n legendary antiquity, had aided", "The final instrument he used to\n test the mummy, looked like a\n miniature stereoscope, with complicated\n details. He held it over\n his eyes. On the tiny screen", "made to live again! It might\n move, speak, remember its past!\n What a marvelous subject for\n study it would make, back there", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "once known.\nAt last the final liquid was\n drained away, and the mummy\n lay there, a mummy no more, but" ], [ "With infinite care—small,\n sharp hand-tools were used, now—the\n mummy of Ned Vince was\n disengaged from the worthless", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "once known.\nAt last the final liquid was\n drained away, and the mummy\n lay there, a mummy no more, but", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "The final instrument he used to\n test the mummy, looked like a\n miniature stereoscope, with complicated\n details. He held it over\n his eyes. On the tiny screen", "not a mere fossil. It was a\n mummy.\n\"Kaalleee!\" Man, that meant.\n Not the star-conquering demi-gods,", "heard might be some kind of\n nightmare. But then it might all\n be real instead, and that was\n abysmal horror. Ned was no\n coward—death and danger of", "Ned felt better immediately,\n for there was real hope now,\n where there had been none before.\n Maybe he'd be back in his", "\"Why, Ned,\" she chuckled.\n \"You look as though you've been\n dreaming, and just woke up!\"", "Then the more delicate processes\n began. Still submerged in\n liquid, the corpse was submitted\n to a flow of restorative energy,", "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "communicated his further knowledge\n to his henchmen. Though\n devoid of moisture, the mummy\n was perfectly preserved, even to\n its brain cells! Medical and biological", "in his own language, flashed\n on a frosted crystal plate before\n him. Thus he knew what Ned\n Vince was saying.", "heavy, natronous liquid rushed\n up through the openings and\n cracks beneath his feet, Ned\n Vince knew that his friends and\n his family would never see his", "All this weirdness had a violent\n effect on Ned Vince—a sudden,\n nostalgic panic. Something\n was fearfully wrong!", "Ned could scarcely have chosen\n a worse place to start sliding and\n spinning. His car hit the white-painted\n wooden rail sideways,\n crashed through, tumbled down", "the alkali that had preserved it\n for so long. The fluid was\n changed often, until woody muscles\n and other tissues became\n pliable once more.", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "To Ned Vince, it was all utterly\n insane and incomprehensible.\n A rodent, looking like a prairie dog," ], [ "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "maze of low, bubble-like structures,\n glinting in the red sunshine.\n But this was only its surface\n aspect. Loy Chuk's people", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "had built their homes mostly underground,\n since the beginning\n of their foggy evolution. Besides,\n in this latter day, the\n nights were very cold, the shelter", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "At last Loy Chuk gave a soft,\n chirping signal. The chant of\n triumph ended, while instruments\n flicked in his tiny hands.", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "wonder Loy Chuk and his co-workers\n were happy in their\n paleontological enthusiasm! A\n strange accident, happening in a\n legendary antiquity, had aided", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys.\n \"But you can't go back to the\n Twentieth Century,\" said the", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys,\n and the box reproduced his answer:\n \"No, Ned, not nuts. Not a", "plans. The government of Kar-Rah\n was a scientific oligarchy,\n of which Loy was a prime member.\n It would be easy to get the\n help he needed." ], [ "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "\"Hey, somebody!\" he called.\n\n\n \"You'd better get some rest,\n Ned Vince,\" came the answer\n from the black box. It was Loy\n Chuk speaking again.", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys,\n and the box reproduced his answer:\n \"No, Ned, not nuts. Not a", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "in his own language, flashed\n on a frosted crystal plate before\n him. Thus he knew what Ned\n Vince was saying.", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "At last Loy Chuk gave a soft,\n chirping signal. The chant of\n triumph ended, while instruments\n flicked in his tiny hands.", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "So Loy considered carefully\n what Ned Vince had suggested.\n Time-travel. Almost a legend. An\n assault upon an intangible wall", "Loy jabbed buttons on the\n black box. \"Yes, Ned Vince,\"\n said the sonic apparatus. \"Time-travel.", "English words and its sonic detectors,\n could translate for its\n master, too. As the man spoke,\n Loy read the illuminated symbols", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "shrill, parrot-like, and mechanical.\n Ned's gaze searched for the\n source of the voice—located the\n black box just outside of his" ], [ "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "The final instrument he used to\n test the mummy, looked like a\n miniature stereoscope, with complicated\n details. He held it over\n his eyes. On the tiny screen", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "At last Loy Chuk gave a soft,\n chirping signal. The chant of\n triumph ended, while instruments\n flicked in his tiny hands.", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "once known.\nAt last the final liquid was\n drained away, and the mummy\n lay there, a mummy no more, but", "not a mere fossil. It was a\n mummy.\n\"Kaalleee!\" Man, that meant.\n Not the star-conquering demi-gods,", "Then the more delicate processes\n began. Still submerged in\n liquid, the corpse was submitted\n to a flow of restorative energy,", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "With infinite care—small,\n sharp hand-tools were used, now—the\n mummy of Ned Vince was\n disengaged from the worthless", "wonder Loy Chuk and his co-workers\n were happy in their\n paleontological enthusiasm! A\n strange accident, happening in a\n legendary antiquity, had aided", "that had baffled far keener wits\n than Loy's. But he was bent,\n now, on the well-being of this\n anachronism he had so miraculously" ], [ "So Loy considered carefully\n what Ned Vince had suggested.\n Time-travel. Almost a legend. An\n assault upon an intangible wall", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys.\n \"But you can't go back to the\n Twentieth Century,\" said the", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Loy jabbed buttons on the\n black box. \"Yes, Ned Vince,\"\n said the sonic apparatus. \"Time-travel.", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys,\n and the box reproduced his answer:\n \"No, Ned, not nuts. Not a", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "\"Hey, somebody!\" he called.\n\n\n \"You'd better get some rest,\n Ned Vince,\" came the answer\n from the black box. It was Loy\n Chuk speaking again.", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "But Ned Vince wasn't listening,\n now. \"You are the only\n man left on Earth.\" That had", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Perhaps that is the only\n thing to do—to send you back\n to your own period of history.\n For I see that you will never be", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "And—well—there's that thing\n called time-travel, that I used to\n read about. Maybe you know how\n to make it work! Maybe you", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "that had baffled far keener wits\n than Loy's. But he was bent,\n now, on the well-being of this\n anachronism he had so miraculously" ], [ "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys,\n and the box reproduced his answer:\n \"No, Ned, not nuts. Not a", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "\"Hey, somebody!\" he called.\n\n\n \"You'd better get some rest,\n Ned Vince,\" came the answer\n from the black box. It was Loy\n Chuk speaking again.", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "So Loy considered carefully\n what Ned Vince had suggested.\n Time-travel. Almost a legend. An\n assault upon an intangible wall", "maze of low, bubble-like structures,\n glinting in the red sunshine.\n But this was only its surface\n aspect. Loy Chuk's people", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "that had baffled far keener wits\n than Loy's. But he was bent,\n now, on the well-being of this\n anachronism he had so miraculously", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "in the thin atmosphere. \"I've\n gone nuts,\" he pronounced with\n a curious calm. \"Stark—starin'—nuts....\"\nLoy's box, with its recorded", "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "box to tell the full story in clear,\n bold, friendly terms. Thus Loy\n sought, with calm, human logic,\n to make his charge feel at home.", "shrill, parrot-like, and mechanical.\n Ned's gaze searched for the\n source of the voice—located the\n black box just outside of his" ], [ "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "Loy Chuk and his fellow workers\n were gathered, tense and\n gleeful, around the things their\n digging had exposed to the daylight.", "\"Hey, somebody!\" he called.\n\n\n \"You'd better get some rest,\n Ned Vince,\" came the answer\n from the black box. It was Loy\n Chuk speaking again.", "Little Loy Chuk was in a\n black, discouraged mood, himself.\n He could understand the\n utter, sick dejection of this", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys,\n and the box reproduced his answer:\n \"No, Ned, not nuts. Not a", "The mummy was taken to Loy\n Chuk's laboratory, a short distance\n below the surface. Here at\n once, the scientist began his", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "He crouched there on his\n haunches, at the dry bottom of\n the Pit. The breeze rumpled his", "more certainly than this. The Pit\n was a tremendously deep pocket\n in the ground, spring-fed. The\n edges of that almost bottomless", "At last Loy Chuk gave a soft,\n chirping signal. The chant of\n triumph ended, while instruments\n flicked in his tiny hands.", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "At last, eager and ready for\n whatever might happen now,\n Loy Chuk pushed another switch.\n With a cold, rosy flare, energy\n blazed around that moveless\n form.", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet" ] ]

[ "Why does the UN want to arrest Umluana?", "Why don't Harry's parents want him to join the UN?", "Why did Rashid join the UN?", "How does Read feel about Rashid?", "Why wasn't Read wearing his green beret when arrested Umluana?", "Why can't they transmit Umluana as planned?", "Why are the Belderkans shooting if they might hit Umlauna?", "Why would the psychologists be surprised to see Read blow up the tank?" ]

[ [ "Umluana conspired to attack Belderkan.", "Umluana conspired to attack another nation.", "Umluana has violated the Nuclear Disarmament Treaty.", "Umluana is the head of a gang called The Golden Spacemen." ], [ "Harry's parents think he is too lazy to succeed in the UN.", "Harry's parents want him to go to trade school.", "Harry's parents feel that joining the UN means he is turning his back on America.", "Harry's parents don't want him to be a soldier." ], [ "Rashid joined the UN to get away from a gang called The Golden Spacemen.", "Rashid joined the UN because he wants world peace at any cost.", "Rashid joined the UN after he was fired from Cambridge.", "Rashid joined the UN because he wanted to go to war." ], [ "Read thinks Rashid is a very special man.", "Read thinks Sergeant Rashid is the ideal UN soldier. Rashid is completely devoted to world peace at any cost.", "Read thinks Rashid is weak because Rashid wants to help the wounded.", "Read thinks Rashid is crazy for using Molotov cocktails." ], [ "His beret was knocked off his head in the scuffle.", "Read doesn't really like wearing hats.", "Read was in plain clothes. They were undercover.", "Read forgot that he placed it in his pocket earlier." ], [ "The controls at the Geneva receiving station have been destroyed.", "The controls at the Miaka station have been destroyed.", "The controls at the UN receiving station have been destroyed.", "The controls at the Belderkan Preserve have been destroyed." ], [ "The Belderkans don't like Umlauna. He tried to invade their country.", "The Belderkans want Umlauna dead. That's why Read and Rashid are rescuing him.", "If they shoot Umlauna, he'll be a martyr for their cause. That is okay.", "The Belderkans don't realize that Umlauna is with Read and Rashid. " ], [ "Read's psych tests said he only cared about himself.", "Read's psych tests said he would likely fall apart under pressure.", "Read's psych tests said he was only driven by pride.", "Read's psych tests said he was a coward." ] ]

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[ [ "\"I don't think so,\" Umluana said. \"No, if you kill me, all Africa\n will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me\n in court.\"", "But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he\n got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might\n follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again.", "The Inspector General decided. They would enter Belderkan, arrest\n Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the\n plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear\n war.", "Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the\n sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck.\n\n\n \"Help!\nKidnap.\n\"", "Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the\n chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all\n went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour.", "If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the\n warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch.\n\n\n \"I don't know your language,\" Rashid said.", "\"We're from the UN Inspector Corps,\" Sergeant Rashid said. \"I'm\n very sorry, but we have to arrest you and bring you in for trial\n by the World Court.\"", "Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch\n colony, had been a tottering democracy for ten years. The very", "\"The copter will be here in half an hour. We'll put Umluana on,\n then try to save ourselves. Once he's gone, I think we ought to\n surrender.\"", "\"I'm a UN man,\" he mumbled. \"You people up there know what a UN\n man is? You know what happens when you meet one?\"", "One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or\n Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any\n head of state whose country violated international law. Could the", "\"Then I'll speak English.\" Umluana was a small man with wrinkled\n brow, glasses and a mustache. His skin was a shade lighter than", "Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in\n the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got\n Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened\n fire on the largest car.", "All UN inspectors. All part of his life.\n\n\n And he was part of their life. Their blood, their sacrifice, and\n pain, had become a part of him.", "Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed\n Premier Umluana the warrant.", "\"I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do\n you care what I do?\"", "The UN men had already taken over the station, chased out the\n passengers and technicians and taken up defense positions; they\n had met the Belderkans with a dozen grenades and sent them", "The copter landed ten minutes later. Umluana left in a shower of\n bullets. A Russian private, the ranking man alive in the station,", "\"Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are\n alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a\n dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors.\"", "\"Did you get Umluana?\" he asked Sergeant Rashid.\n\n\n \"He's in the booth. What's going on?\" Rashid's Middle East Oxford\n seemed more clipped than ever." ], [ "\"I'm a UN man,\" he mumbled. \"You people up there know what a UN\n man is? You know what happens when you meet one?\"", "Harry Read, UN Inspector Corps—a very special man. If he didn't\n do a good job here, he wasn't the man he claimed to be. This\n might be the only real test he would ever face.", "\"I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do\n you care what I do?\"", "But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he\n got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might\n follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again.", "\"Don't you like America, Harry? Do you\nwant\nto be without a", "He joined the UN Inspector Corps at eighteen, in 1978. The\n international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush\n jackets. They were very special men.", "\"We're from the UN Inspector Corps,\" Sergeant Rashid said. \"I'm\n very sorry, but we have to arrest you and bring you in for trial\n by the World Court.\"", "Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good\n enough for the UN; they only rejected men whose loyalties might\n conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required\n something more than a hunger for self-respect.", "\"I don't think so,\" Umluana said. \"No, if you kill me, all Africa\n will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me\n in court.\"", "All UN inspectors. All part of his life.\n\n\n And he was part of their life. Their blood, their sacrifice, and\n pain, had become a part of him.", "\"You could join the American Army,\" his mother said. \"That's as\n good as a trade school. If you have to be a soldier.\"", "and Russia, trying not to get entangled, asked for more\n investigation by the UN.", "One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or\n Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any\n head of state whose country violated international law. Could the", "Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the\n chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all\n went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour.", "Parliament, told him to liberate his own country. They believed\n they could use their first small voice in the government to win\n true freedom for their people.", "Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But\n he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off\n until they reached Geneva.", "The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear\n Disarmament Treaty of 1966. Through the years it had acquired", "He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. \"Nobody\n fools with me,\" he bragged. \"When Harry Read's out, there's a", "The Inspector General decided. They would enter Belderkan, arrest\n Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the\n plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear\n war.", "\"He must have been brave,\" she said. \"We had a fine son.\"\n\n\n \"He was our only son,\" her husband said. \"What did he volunteer\n for? Couldn't somebody else have done it?\"" ], [ "For two years Read had served under Sergeant Rashid. To him, the\n sergeant was everything a UN inspector should be. Rashid's\n devotion to peace had no limits.", "Sergeant Rashid came from Cairo. He had degrees in science and\n history from Cambridge but only the Corp gave him work that\n satisfied his conscience. He hated war. It was that simple.", "\"We're from the UN Inspector Corps,\" Sergeant Rashid said. \"I'm\n very sorry, but we have to arrest you and bring you in for trial\n by the World Court.\"", "All UN inspectors. All part of his life.\n\n\n And he was part of their life. Their blood, their sacrifice, and\n pain, had become a part of him.", "\"I'm a UN man,\" he mumbled. \"You people up there know what a UN\n man is? You know what happens when you meet one?\"", "\"I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do\n you care what I do?\"", "\"Now, I can shoot back,\" he said. \"Now we'll see what they do.\"\n\n\n \"Are you ready, Rashid?\" yelled the driver.", "Rashid swore. \"You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those\n men.\"", "He joined the UN Inspector Corps at eighteen, in 1978. The\n international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush\n jackets. They were very special men.", "Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good\n enough for the UN; they only rejected men whose loyalties might\n conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required\n something more than a hunger for self-respect.", "\"Corporal Read is very young,\" Rashid said, \"but he's a crack\n shot. That's why I brought him with me. I think he\nlikes\nto\n shoot, too.\"", "He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think\n about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the", "unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him.\nI can't do anything\n, Read thought.\nThey're too far away to", "Rashid snapped orders. He put the German inspector in charge of\n Umluana. Read, the Frenchman and himself, he stationed at\n thirty-foot intervals along the floor.", "Another explosion, this time very loud.\n\n\n Rashid raised his eyes above the seat and looked out the rear\n window. \"Two left. Keep down, Read.\"", "Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing,\n mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly.\n\n\n But already the voice of Sergeant Rashid resounded in the murky\n room.", "Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the\n chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all\n went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour.", "A shell exploded above them. The car rocked. He raised his eyes\n and saw a long crack in the roof.\n\n\n \"Hit the floor,\" Rashid said.", "Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the\n sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck.\n\n\n \"Help!\nKidnap.\n\"", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel." ], [ "\"Corporal Read is very young,\" Rashid said, \"but he's a crack\n shot. That's why I brought him with me. I think he\nlikes\nto\n shoot, too.\"", "For two years Read had served under Sergeant Rashid. To him, the\n sergeant was everything a UN inspector should be. Rashid's\n devotion to peace had no limits.", "Rashid swore. \"You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those\n men.\"", "Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing,\n mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly.\n\n\n But already the voice of Sergeant Rashid resounded in the murky\n room.", "\"I don't think I hurt him.\" Rashid took a syrette from his vest\n pocket. \"Well, Read, it looks like we're in for a fight. In a few", "Another explosion, this time very loud.\n\n\n Rashid raised his eyes above the seat and looked out the rear\n window. \"Two left. Keep down, Read.\"", "unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him.\nI can't do anything\n, Read thought.\nThey're too far away to", "Sergeant Rashid looked out the window again. He swore bitterly in\n English and Egyptian. Read raised his head. The two cars behind\n them weren't fighting each other. A long way back the tree-tops\n burned.", "\"Remember,\" Rashid said. \"We have to knock out that gun.\"\n\n\n Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle\n in each hand. His automatic nestled in its shoulder holster.", "Sergeant Rashid came from Cairo. He had degrees in science and\n history from Cambridge but only the Corp gave him work that\n satisfied his conscience. He hated war. It was that simple.", "\"Now, I can shoot back,\" he said. \"Now we'll see what they do.\"\n\n\n \"Are you ready, Rashid?\" yelled the driver.", "\"We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry.\"\nRashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to", "Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his\n shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. He\n dropped it and yellow psycho gas hissed from the valve.", "If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the\n warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch.\n\n\n \"I don't know your language,\" Rashid said.", "A little car skimmed across the lawn. Bearing the Scourge of\n Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward,\n covering their retreat.", "He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think\n about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the", "Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But\n he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off\n until they reached Geneva.", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel.", "\"Evade,\" Rashid said. \"Don't go down.\"\n\n\n Without losing any forward speed, the driver took them straight\n up. Read's stomach bounced.", "\"One thing,\" Read said, \"I don't think they'll shoot at us while\nhe's\nin the car.\"" ], [ "Read thought of the green beret he had stuffed in his pocket that\n morning. He stuck it on his head and cocked it. He didn't need\n plain clothes anymore and he wanted to wear at least a part of\n his uniform.", "If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the\n warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch.\n\n\n \"I don't know your language,\" Rashid said.", "Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in\n the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got\n Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened\n fire on the largest car.", "Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the\n sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck.\n\n\n \"Help!\nKidnap.\n\"", "The Inspector General decided. They would enter Belderkan, arrest\n Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the\n plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear\n war.", "\"The copter will be here in half an hour. We'll put Umluana on,\n then try to save ourselves. Once he's gone, I think we ought to\n surrender.\"", "\"I don't think so,\" Umluana said. \"No, if you kill me, all Africa\n will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me\n in court.\"", "Read had seen the inspector who covered their getaway. He had\n watched their escort charge three-to-one odds. He had seen\n another inspector stay behind at Miaka Station. And here, in this\n building, lay battered men and dead men.", "Rashid snapped orders. He put the German inspector in charge of\n Umluana. Read, the Frenchman and himself, he stationed at\n thirty-foot intervals along the floor.", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel.", "Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his\n shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. He\n dropped it and yellow psycho gas hissed from the valve.", "\"They know we don't have any big weapons,\" Read said. \"They know\n we have only gas grenades and small arms.\"", "They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and\n Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still", "\"Did you get Umluana?\" he asked Sergeant Rashid.\n\n\n \"He's in the booth. What's going on?\" Rashid's Middle East Oxford\n seemed more clipped than ever.", "He joined the UN Inspector Corps at eighteen, in 1978. The\n international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush\n jackets. They were very special men.", "\"We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry.\"\nRashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to", "\"Remember,\" Rashid said. \"We have to knock out that gun.\"\n\n\n Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle\n in each hand. His automatic nestled in its shoulder holster.", "unconscious from the injection Rashid had given him.\nI can't do anything\n, Read thought.\nThey're too far away to", "\"Then I'll speak English.\" Umluana was a small man with wrinkled\n brow, glasses and a mustache. His skin was a shade lighter than", "Read fingered the machine gun he had picked up when he got in the\n car. He had never been shot at. Twice he had faced an unarmed\n mob, but a few shots had sent them running." ], [ "\"The copter will be here in half an hour. We'll put Umluana on,\n then try to save ourselves. Once he's gone, I think we ought to\n surrender.\"", "But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he\n got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might\n follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again.", "Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the\n chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all\n went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour.", "\"I don't think so,\" Umluana said. \"No, if you kill me, all Africa\n will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me\n in court.\"", "They were racing toward Miaka, a branch transmitter station. From\n Miaka they would transmit to the Belderkan Preserve, a famous", "Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the\n sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck.\n\n\n \"Help!\nKidnap.\n\"", "\"Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are\n alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a\n dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors.\"", "The Inspector General decided. They would enter Belderkan, arrest\n Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the\n plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear\n war.", "\"Then I'll speak English.\" Umluana was a small man with wrinkled\n brow, glasses and a mustache. His skin was a shade lighter than", "If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the\n warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch.\n\n\n \"I don't know your language,\" Rashid said.", "The copter landed ten minutes later. Umluana left in a shower of\n bullets. A Russian private, the ranking man alive in the station,", "\"They hit us with two companies of troops a few minutes ago. I\n think half our men are wounded.\"\n\n\n \"Can we get out of here?\"\n\n\n \"They machine-gunned the controls.\"", "\"Did you get Umluana?\" he asked Sergeant Rashid.\n\n\n \"He's in the booth. What's going on?\" Rashid's Middle East Oxford\n seemed more clipped than ever.", "scurrying for cover. The fight so far had been vicious but\n disorganized. But the Belderkans had a few hundred men and knew\n they had wrecked the transmitter controls.", "Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in\n the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got\n Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened\n fire on the largest car.", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel.", "They knelt on the cramped floor. Rashid put on his gas mask and\n Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still", "They had made no plans to take over Miaka. They planned to get\n there before it could be defended.", "\"Can't we go down?\" Read said.\n\n\n \"They'll get to Miaka before us.\"\n\n\n He shut his eyes when he heard another loud explosion.", "\"I think you'd better.\"\nThe station was a glass diamond in a small clearing. The driver\n slowed down, then crashed through the glass walls and hovered by\n the transmitter booth." ], [ "Gunfire shook the hill. The Belderkans couldn't see them but they\n knew what was going on and they fired systematically into the\n smoke.", "The Inspector General decided. They would enter Belderkan, arrest\n Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the\n plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear\n war.", "Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch\n colony, had been a tottering democracy for ten years. The very", "Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the\n chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all\n went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour.", "Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in\n the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got\n Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened\n fire on the largest car.", "scurrying for cover. The fight so far had been vicious but\n disorganized. But the Belderkans had a few hundred men and knew\n they had wrecked the transmitter controls.", "If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the\n warrant carefully. When he finished, he said something in Dutch.\n\n\n \"I don't know your language,\" Rashid said.", "They were racing toward Miaka, a branch transmitter station. From\n Miaka they would transmit to the Belderkan Preserve, a famous", "The escort car made a sharp turn and charged their pursuers. The\n big rifle fired twice. Read saw the Belderkan cars scatter.\n Suddenly machine-gun bullets cracked and whined beside him.", "Read surveyed his sector of fire. About two hundred yards to his\n left, he saw the top of a small ditch. Using the ditch for cover,\n the Belderkans could sneak to the top of the hill.", "\"There's no military base near Miaka,\" Rashid said. \"We might get\n there before the Belderkans.\"\n\n\n \"Here comes our escort,\" Read said.", "the pound of his heart. What were the Belderkans planning? A mass\n frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill?", "But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he\n got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might\n follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again.", "\"I don't think so,\" Umluana said. \"No, if you kill me, all Africa\n will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me\n in court.\"", "The UN men had already taken over the station, chased out the\n passengers and technicians and taken up defense positions; they\n had met the Belderkans with a dozen grenades and sent them", "Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the\n sergeant's upraised hand before it collided with his neck.\n\n\n \"Help!\nKidnap.\n\"", "\"Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are\n alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a\n dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors.\"", "\"Shoot the masks,\" he yelled. \"Aim for the masks.\"", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel.", "The first direct attack had been repulsed. They could attack many\n more times and continue to spray the building with bullets. They" ], [ "Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good\n enough for the UN; they only rejected men whose loyalties might\n conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required\n something more than a hunger for self-respect.", "but he didn't know it or realize the psychologists would be\n surprised to see him do this. He had made many decisions in the\n last few minutes. He had ceased to think about them or anything", "The earth shook. The tank rounded the bend. Read watched the\n squat, angular monster until its stubby gun pointed at the\n station. It stopped less than two hundred yards away.\n\n\n A loud-speaker blared.", "Dozens of smoke grenades tumbled through the air. Thick mist\n engulfed the tank. Read stood up and ran forward. He crouched but\n didn't zigzag. Speed counted most here.", "When he reached the tank, he had another bullet in his right arm.\n But they didn't know he was coming and when you get within ten\n feet of a tank, the men inside can't see you.", "Another explosion, this time very loud.\n\n\n Rashid raised his eyes above the seat and looked out the rear\n window. \"Two left. Keep down, Read.\"", "Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in\n the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got\n Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened\n fire on the largest car.", "Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his\n shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. He\n dropped it and yellow psycho gas hissed from the valve.", "Read had seen the inspector who covered their getaway. He had\n watched their escort charge three-to-one odds. He had seen\n another inspector stay behind at Miaka Station. And here, in this\n building, lay battered men and dead men.", "Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped\n out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana.\n The driver, pistol in hand, ran for the control panel.", "Read had seen dozens of training films taken during actual\n battles or after atomic attacks. He had laughed when other\n recruits complained. \"That's the way this world is. You people\n with the weak stomachs better get used to it.\"", "Biting his tongue, he pulled himself up the front of the tank.\n His long arm stretched for the muzzle of the gun. He tossed the\n bottle down the dark throat.", "In the other room people laughed and talked. Glasses clinked in\n the late afternoon. Read knew two armed men stood just outside\n the door. \"If you leave, Premier, I'll have to shoot you.\"", "\"Remember,\" Rashid said. \"We have to knock out that gun.\"\n\n\n Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle\n in each hand. His automatic nestled in its shoulder holster.", "\"They know we don't have any big weapons,\" Read said. \"They know\n we have only gas grenades and small arms.\"", "Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But\n he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off\n until they reached Geneva.", "He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think\n about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the", "Read surveyed his sector of fire. About two hundred yards to his\n left, he saw the top of a small ditch. Using the ditch for cover,\n the Belderkans could sneak to the top of the hill.", "\"Corporal Read is very young,\" Rashid said, \"but he's a crack\n shot. That's why I brought him with me. I think he\nlikes\nto\n shoot, too.\"", "The station jutted from the side of a hill. A glass-walled\n waiting room surrounded the bank of transmitter booths. Read\n looked out the door and saw his first battlefield." ] ]

[ "Why is Alan in the jungle?", "Why is Alan so surprised to hear blaster fighting?", "Why are the robots hunting Alan?", "How is Alan able to evade so many robots?", "Why are the robots incinerating all the living creatures?", "How does Alan interrupt the robots' communication signal?", "Why did Pete build killer robots?", "Where are the rest of the men from the scout ship?" ]

[ [ "Alan is hiding from the killer robots in the jungle.", "Alan is with a group of colonists, who are going to build a new colony on the jungle planet.", "Alan is hunting pumas in the jungle.", "Alan is camping with friends in the jungle." ], [ "Alan is surprised because he came with a team of scientists, not soldiers.", "Alan is surprised because he was sure they had escaped the enemy soldiers when they ran into the jungle for cover.", "Alan is surprised because the planet is only inhabited by animals, not intelligent life. ", "Alan is surprised because the Waiameans don't have advanced weapons capabilities." ], [ "The robots aren't hunting Alan specifically. They are hunting all life forms.", "The robots are hunting Alan because he invaded Waiamea.", "The robots aren't hunting Alan. They're hunting pumas. Alan got in the way.", "The robots are hunting Alan because he was illegally poaching pumas in the jungle." ], [ "Luckily for Alan, the robots are shooting at all the living creatures, including bugs. ", "Luckily for Alan, the robots are being attacked by pumas.", "Luckily for Alan, the robots are having a difficult time navigating the jungle terrain.", "Luckily for Alan, a sticky oozing blob-like creature was dissolving the robots one by one." ], [ "A radio frequency from Waiamea scrambled the robots' programming.", "Pete did not read the directions when assembling the robots.", "Pete lost his mind on the journey to Waiamea and programmed the robots to kill everyone and everything.", "Pete built the robots to hunt by following brain waves." ], [ "Alan jambs his knife into the fallen robot, which disrupts the signal.", "Alan hurls the oozing blob-like creature at the robot. The blob dissolves the robot with its acid and that is what disrupts the signal.", "Alan uses his pocket blaster to disrupt the signal.", "Alan throws a handful of an anthill at the robot, using the brain waves of hundred of ants to disrupt the signal. " ], [ "Pete did not intentionally build killer robots. The robots became sentient and decided organic life forms were the enemy.", "Pete did not intentionally build killer robots. Clearly, something went wrong.", "Pete did not intentionally build killer robots. The Waiameans must have reprogrammed them to kill the colonists.", "Pete lost his mind during the voyage to Waiamea. He just wants to watch the planet burn." ], [ "They fled in the scout ship once the robots started shooting. They are safe aboard the big ship again.", "Their bodies were disintegrated by the robots' weapons.", "They are hiding on the scout ship from Pete and his evil robots.", "They put themselves into stasis on the scout ship. Now the robots will not be able to track their brain waves." ] ]

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[ [ "you anywhere. This looked like Alan's blast.\nSlowly Alan looked around,\n sizing up his situation. Behind\n him the dark jungle rustled forbiddingly.", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the", "with Alan, were the only humans\n on the jungle planet, Waiamea.\nStepping through the low\n shrubbery at the edge of the", "need a computer as big as the\n one at camp headquarters.\"\nIn the distance the sky blazed\n as a blaster roared in the jungle.\n Then Alan heard the approaching", "His stomach tightened. Panic.\n The dank, musty smell of the\n jungle seemed for an instant to", "He remembered where he was.\nAlan trembled. For the first\n time in his life he understood\n what it was to live, because for\n the first time he realized that he", "Alan peered around him at the\n vine-draped shadows, listening\n to the soft rustlings and faint", "had, at last, given him a reason\n for living. \"Not to be killed!\"\n Alan unclenched his fists and\n wiped his palms, bloody where", "Straining every muscle in\n spite of the agonizing pain, Alan\n forced himself to a limping run\n across the uneven ground, carefully", "There was a slight creak above\n him like the protesting of a\n branch too heavily laden. Blaster\n ready, Alan rolled over onto his", "Then, unexpectedly, Alan saw\n stars, real stars brilliant in the\n night sky, and half dragging his\n swelling leg he stumbled out of", "I going?\" He tried to think\n back, to visualize the twists and\n turns he'd taken in the jungle.\n \"All I need is to get lost.\"", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "it was slowed by the\n larger trees and the thick, clinging\n vines, and Alan found that\n he could manage to keep ahead\n of it, barely out of blaster range.", "Frowning, worrying about the\n sounds, Alan momentarily forgot\n to watch his step until his foot\n suddenly plunged into an ant", "Alan. He fired again, and again\n the robot reacted. It seemed familiar\n somehow. Then he remembered\n the robot on the river\n bank, jiggling and swaying for", "it's got for a brain.\" Digging\n little footholds in the soft bank,\n he climbed up and stood once\n again in the rustling jungle\n darkness.", "When he raised his eyes again\n the jungle was perceptibly darker.\n Stealthy rustlings in the\n shadows grew louder with the", "began to slide back into the\n jungle. Minutes later, looking\n back he saw that the machine,\n though several hundred yards\n away, had altered its course and", "crazily as the earth collapsed underneath\n it, where Alan had\n dug, then it fell with a heavy\n splash into the mud, ten feet\n from where Alan stood." ], [ "There was a slight creak above\n him like the protesting of a\n branch too heavily laden. Blaster\n ready, Alan rolled over onto his", "explosive crash. Alan started,\n \"Blaster fighting! But it can't\n be!\"", "up from the right, lowering its\n blaster barrel to aim directly at\n his head. Alan froze. \"My God,\n Pete built those things wrong!\"", "Without hesitation Alan\n threw himself across the blaster\n housing, frantically locking his\n arms around the barrel as the", "\"Be damned! You can't win\n now!\" Alan yelled between blaster\n shots, almost irrational from\n the pain that ripped jaggedly", "blaster jerked upwards wrenching\n Alan's arms, then slammed\n down. Then the whole housing\n whirled around and around, tilting", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "need a computer as big as the\n one at camp headquarters.\"\nIn the distance the sky blazed\n as a blaster roared in the jungle.\n Then Alan heard the approaching", "Reaching into his jacket, Alan\n fingered his pocket blaster. He\n pulled it out and held it in his\n right hand. \"This pop gun", "alternately up and down like\n a steel-skinned water monster\n trying to dislodge a tenacious\n crab, while Alan, arms and legs\n wrapped tightly around the blaster", "to shake, then clicked sharply\n as an overload relay snapped\n and shorted the blaster cells.\n The killer turned and rolled back\n towards the camp, leaving Alan", "blaster shot, Alan saw the steel\n glint of a robot only a hundred\n yards away, much nearer than\n he had thought. \"Thank heaven", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "angry cat. Alan's fingers tensed\n on his pocket blaster. Swift\n shadowy forms moved quickly in\n the shrubs and the growling became", "the shadowy light except for an\n occasional, almost spasmodic\n jerk of its blaster barrel. For\n the first time that night Alan\n allowed himself a slight smile.", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "you anywhere. This looked like Alan's blast.\nSlowly Alan looked around,\n sizing up his situation. Behind\n him the dark jungle rustled forbiddingly.", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "foliage, thirty yards away.\nInstinctively, in one motion\n Alan grabbed his pocket blaster\n and fired. To his amazement the" ], [ "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "Alan. He fired again, and again\n the robot reacted. It seemed familiar\n somehow. Then he remembered\n the robot on the river\n bank, jiggling and swaying for", "\"No!\" He threw himself on\n the ground as a new robot suddenly\n appeared around the edge\n of the building a few feet away,\n aimed, and fired. Air burned\n over Alan's back and ozone tingled\n in his nostrils.", "places. Standing in the sticky,\n sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed\n the robot apprehensively. Half\n buried in mud, it stood quiet in", "Alan whirled, startled. The\n planet's double moon had risen\n and he could see a robot rolling\n slowly across the clearing in his", "blaster shot, Alan saw the steel\n glint of a robot only a hundred\n yards away, much nearer than\n he had thought. \"Thank heaven", "Alan, lying in the mud of the\n stream bed, felt the earth shake\n as the heavy little robot rolled\n slowly and inexorably towards", "camp, but not himself be seen.\n Though visibility didn't make\n any difference to the robots, he\n felt safer, somehow, hidden. He\n knew now what the shooting", "Apparently the robot hadn't\n sensed him yet, but Alan didn't\n know what the effective range\n of its pickup devices was. He", "up from the right, lowering its\n blaster barrel to aim directly at\n his head. Alan froze. \"My God,\n Pete built those things wrong!\"", "robot, crunching and snapping\n its way through the undergrowth\n like an onrushing forest\n fire. He froze. \"Good Lord!\n They communicate with each", "Man; to do his work, see to his\n comforts, make smooth his way.\n Then the robots figured out an\n additional service—putting Man", "avoiding the insect hills\n that jutted up through the grass.\n From the corner of his eye he\n saw another of the robots standing\n shakily in the dark edge of", "The crashing rumble of the\n killer robots shook the night behind\n him, nearer sometimes,\n then falling slightly back, but", "Again the robot trembled. It\n jerked forward a foot and its\n blaster swung slightly away. But\n only for a moment. Then the gun\n swung back again." ], [ "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "Alan. He fired again, and again\n the robot reacted. It seemed familiar\n somehow. Then he remembered\n the robot on the river\n bank, jiggling and swaying for", "Apparently the robot hadn't\n sensed him yet, but Alan didn't\n know what the effective range\n of its pickup devices was. He", "\"No!\" He threw himself on\n the ground as a new robot suddenly\n appeared around the edge\n of the building a few feet away,\n aimed, and fired. Air burned\n over Alan's back and ozone tingled\n in his nostrils.", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "Alan, lying in the mud of the\n stream bed, felt the earth shake\n as the heavy little robot rolled\n slowly and inexorably towards", "places. Standing in the sticky,\n sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed\n the robot apprehensively. Half\n buried in mud, it stood quiet in", "Alan whirled, startled. The\n planet's double moon had risen\n and he could see a robot rolling\n slowly across the clearing in his", "blaster shot, Alan saw the steel\n glint of a robot only a hundred\n yards away, much nearer than\n he had thought. \"Thank heaven", "camp, but not himself be seen.\n Though visibility didn't make\n any difference to the robots, he\n felt safer, somehow, hidden. He\n knew now what the shooting", "avoiding the insect hills\n that jutted up through the grass.\n From the corner of his eye he\n saw another of the robots standing\n shakily in the dark edge of", "it was slowed by the\n larger trees and the thick, clinging\n vines, and Alan found that\n he could manage to keep ahead\n of it, barely out of blaster range.", "Trees exploded to his left as\n another robot fired in his direction,\n too far away to be effective\n but churning towards him\n through the blackness.", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the", "Only, the robot didn't get tired.\n Alan did.", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking," ], [ "wiping every trace of life from\n the planet. Technologically advanced\n machines doing the job\n for which they were built, completely,\n thoroughly, without feeling,", "robot, crunching and snapping\n its way through the undergrowth\n like an onrushing forest\n fire. He froze. \"Good Lord!\n They communicate with each", "and without human masters\n to separate sense from futility.\n Finally parts would wear out,\n circuits would short, and one by\n one the killers would crunch to", "\"No!\" He threw himself on\n the ground as a new robot suddenly\n appeared around the edge\n of the building a few feet away,\n aimed, and fired. Air burned\n over Alan's back and ozone tingled\n in his nostrils.", "robot, clawing insanely at the\n antenna and blaster barrel.\n With an awkward jerk the robot\n swung around and fired its blaster,\n completely dissolving the", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "Man; to do his work, see to his\n comforts, make smooth his way.\n Then the robots figured out an\n additional service—putting Man", "avoiding the insect hills\n that jutted up through the grass.\n From the corner of his eye he\n saw another of the robots standing\n shakily in the dark edge of", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "pause and squeeze his eyelids\n tight shut before he could see\n again, and the robots would\n move a little closer.", "the jungle into the camp clearing.\n Ahead, across fifty yards of\n grass stood the headquarters\n building, housing the robot-controlling\n computer. Still firing at", "camp, but not himself be seen.\n Though visibility didn't make\n any difference to the robots, he\n felt safer, somehow, hidden. He\n knew now what the shooting", "the blood matted against his\n pants and shirt. Behind, the robot\n crashed imperturbably after\n him, lighting the night with fitful\n blaster flashes as some", "Trees exploded to his left as\n another robot fired in his direction,\n too far away to be effective\n but churning towards him\n through the blackness.", "I'll bet anything they're\n automatically controlled by the\n camp computer. That's where\n their brain is!\" He paused.\n \"Then, if that were put out of", "\"I suppose,\" he muttered to\n himself, \"that Pete assembled\n these robots in a batch and then\n activated them all at once, probably", "places. Standing in the sticky,\n sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed\n the robot apprehensively. Half\n buried in mud, it stood quiet in", "The crashing rumble of the\n killer robots shook the night behind\n him, nearer sometimes,\n then falling slightly back, but" ], [ "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "Alan changed direction slightly\n to follow a line between the\n two robots coming up from\n either side, behind him. His eyes", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "\"No!\" He threw himself on\n the ground as a new robot suddenly\n appeared around the edge\n of the building a few feet away,\n aimed, and fired. Air burned\n over Alan's back and ozone tingled\n in his nostrils.", "Alan. He fired again, and again\n the robot reacted. It seemed familiar\n somehow. Then he remembered\n the robot on the river\n bank, jiggling and swaying for", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "Apparently the robot hadn't\n sensed him yet, but Alan didn't\n know what the effective range\n of its pickup devices was. He", "instant, Alan jammed his hands\n into an insect hill and hurled the\n pile of dirt and insects directly\n at the robot's antenna. In a flash,", "robot, crunching and snapping\n its way through the undergrowth\n like an onrushing forest\n fire. He froze. \"Good Lord!\n They communicate with each", "to shake, then clicked sharply\n as an overload relay snapped\n and shorted the blaster cells.\n The killer turned and rolled back\n towards the camp, leaving Alan", "Alan, lying in the mud of the\n stream bed, felt the earth shake\n as the heavy little robot rolled\n slowly and inexorably towards", "Alan whirled, startled. The\n planet's double moon had risen\n and he could see a robot rolling\n slowly across the clearing in his", "places. Standing in the sticky,\n sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed\n the robot apprehensively. Half\n buried in mud, it stood quiet in", "up from the right, lowering its\n blaster barrel to aim directly at\n his head. Alan froze. \"My God,\n Pete built those things wrong!\"", "I'll bet anything they're\n automatically controlled by the\n camp computer. That's where\n their brain is!\" He paused.\n \"Then, if that were put out of", "Without hesitation Alan\n threw himself across the blaster\n housing, frantically locking his\n arms around the barrel as the", "blaster shot, Alan saw the steel\n glint of a robot only a hundred\n yards away, much nearer than\n he had thought. \"Thank heaven", "seconds after each shot. \"Of\n course!\" He cursed himself for\n missing the obvious. \"The blaster\n static blanks out radio\n transmission from the computer" ], [ "\"I suppose,\" he muttered to\n himself, \"that Pete assembled\n these robots in a batch and then\n activated them all at once, probably", "owe Pete a bourbon-and-soda\n for sure. Anybody who can\n build a robot that hunts by homing\n in on animals' mind impulses ...\"", "A blue arc slashed at the trees\n a mere hundred yards behind.\n He screamed at the blast. \"Damn\n you, Pete! Damn your robots!\n Damn, damn ... Oh, Peggy!\"\n He stepped into emptiness.", "up from the right, lowering its\n blaster barrel to aim directly at\n his head. Alan froze. \"My God,\n Pete built those things wrong!\"", "\"I wonder,\" he thought, \"how\n Pete could cram enough brain\n into one of those things to make\n it hunt and track so perfectly.\"", "\"No!\" He threw himself on\n the ground as a new robot suddenly\n appeared around the edge\n of the building a few feet away,\n aimed, and fired. Air burned\n over Alan's back and ozone tingled\n in his nostrils.", "The crashing rumble of the\n killer robots shook the night behind\n him, nearer sometimes,\n then falling slightly back, but", "camp, but not himself be seen.\n Though visibility didn't make\n any difference to the robots, he\n felt safer, somehow, hidden. He\n knew now what the shooting", "Confused by the sudden dispersion\n of mind impulses, the\n robot fired erratically as Alan\n crouched and raced painfully for", "The robot crashed loudly behind\n him now. Without stopping\n to think, Alan fumbled along the\n ground after his gun, straining", "Frantically, Alan slammed\n open the door as the robot, sensing\n him strongly now, aimed\n point blank. He saw nothing, his", "the rotten luck, anyway!\" He\n blinked the pain tears from his\n eyes and looked up—into a robot's\n blaster, jutting out of the", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "and without human masters\n to separate sense from futility.\n Finally parts would wear out,\n circuits would short, and one by\n one the killers would crunch to", "Man; to do his work, see to his\n comforts, make smooth his way.\n Then the robots figured out an\n additional service—putting Man", "Trees exploded to his left as\n another robot fired in his direction,\n too far away to be effective\n but churning towards him\n through the blackness.", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "Powerful as a small tank, the\n killer robot was equipped to\n crush, slash, and burn its way\n through undergrowth. Nevertheless,", "To his right the trees silhouetted\n briefly against brilliance as\n a third robot slowly moved up\n in the distance. Without thinking,", "Firing intermittently, he\n pulled himself upright and hobbled\n ahead through the bush.\n The robot shook spasmodically\n with each shot, its gun tilted upward\n at an awkward angle." ], [ "and holding him back. Then,\n through the trees he saw the\n clearing of the camp site, the\n temporary home for the scout\n ship and the eleven men who,", "sleeping quarters. Beyond, nose\n high, stood the silver scout ship\n that had brought the advance\n exploratory party of scientists\n and technicians to Waiamea", "wives and kids! The metal killers,\n tuned to blast any living\n flesh, would murder them the\n instant they stepped from the\n ship!", "voyage. He thought of a\n brown-haired girl crowding with\n the others to the gangway, eager\n to embrace the new planet, and", "a pack of mind-activated mechanical\n killers running around.\n If I can just hold out until morning,\n when the big ship arrives ...\n The big ship! Good", "Alan whirled, startled. The\n planet's double moon had risen\n and he could see a robot rolling\n slowly across the clearing in his", "children, eager girls, and their\n men would also lie, beside a\n rusty hulk, beneath the alien\n sun.", "with Alan, were the only humans\n on the jungle planet, Waiamea.\nStepping through the low\n shrubbery at the edge of the", "the moons, the killer robot stopped\n and its blaster swivelled\n slowly down. Frantically, Alan\n hugged the bank as a shaft of", "stood a young man wearing\n space medical insignia. \"Yes,\"\n he acknowledged the question in\n Alan's eyes, \"you hit the switch.", "three days before. Except for a\n few of the killer robots rolling\n slowly around the camp site on\n their quiet treads, there was no\n one about.", "There was a slight creak above\n him like the protesting of a\n branch too heavily laden. Blaster\n ready, Alan rolled over onto his", "Six or seven others also left the\n camp headquarters area and\n headed for the jungle, each to a\n slightly different spot.", "Without pausing to think,\n Alan leaped back, and fell\n sprawling over a bush just as\n one of the robots rolled silently", "Trees exploded to his left as\n another robot fired in his direction,\n too far away to be effective\n but churning towards him\n through the blackness.", "ship!\nA pretty girl, Peggy, the girl\n he'd married just three weeks\n ago. He still couldn't believe it.\n It was crazy, he supposed, to", "Then, unexpectedly, Alan saw\n stars, real stars brilliant in the\n night sky, and half dragging his\n swelling leg he stumbled out of", "the shadowy light except for an\n occasional, almost spasmodic\n jerk of its blaster barrel. For\n the first time that night Alan\n allowed himself a slight smile.", "For a split second the jungle\n stood frozen in a brilliant blue\n flash, followed by the sharp report\n of a blaster. Then another.", "Shakily, Alan crawled a few\n feet back into the undergrowth\n where he could lie and watch the" ] ]

[ "Which term best represents Kolin's feelings toward Slichow?", "Of what does Kolin and his peers need to be most careful of managing, lest they be perceived as treasonous?", "What component of being the first to venture out into the unknown, dangerous planet is slightly exciting to Kolin and his peers? (being out of authority's watch)", "What effect do the purple berries in the forest LEAST likely produce in humans? ", "What does Johnny Ashlew best represent?", "What do the vines in the forest represent?", "What does \"the Life\" best represent?", "What was Kolin's primary motivation in transforming to his new form?" ]

[ [ "Indignant", "Obedient", "Jealous", "Inconspicuous" ], [ "Their language", "Their guise", "Their rations", "Their thoughts" ], [ "Escaping the authoritarian rule of Haurtoz", "Experiencing a break from constant supervision", "Sabotaging Chief Steward Slichow's plans", "Consuming real food without having to share it" ], [ "Creating hallucinations and delusions", "Blending in to one's surroundings", "Intoxicating the body and mind", "Relaxing and letting one's guard down" ], [ "Slichow's greatest fear", "Kolin's ego speaking its truth", "Subtle omniscience", "Freedom from conformity" ], [ "The nature of rampant colonialism", "The possibility to be who one wishes to be", "The destructive power of nature", "The lower end of social strata" ], [ "Freedom to live authentically", "Escapism and abandonment of responsibility", "Temptation and deviation from shared goals", "Immortality and a return to wholeness" ], [ "Desire for power over authority", "Desire to out-smart Johnny Ashlew", "Desire to liberate the people of Haurtoz", "Desire to be free from conformity" ] ]

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[ [ "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "\"Listen!\" Kolin blurted\n out. \"I wasn't so much enjoying\n being what I was that\n getting back matters to me!\"\n\n\n \"Don't like your home planet,\n whatever the name was?\"", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "to length. Slichow muttered\n something profane about disregard\n of orders as he glared\n at the rocky ridges surrounding\n the landing place.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "Kolin heard opinions spouting\n out which he had prudently\n kept bottled up for\n years.", "\"Th-thanks!\" grunted Kolin,\n hanging on grimly." ], [ "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "Kolin heard opinions spouting\n out which he had prudently\n kept bottled up for\n years.", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Kolin found himself in a\n group with Jak Ammet, a\n third cook, and Eva Yrtok,\n powdered foods storekeeper.", "rations could hardly, in an\n emergency, give even the appearance\n of favoring themselves\n in regard to food. They\n would go without. Kolin", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "Yrtok and Ammet paused\n momentarily before descending.\n\n\n Kolin shared their sense of\n isolation. They would be out\n of sight of authority and responsible\n for their own actions.\n It was a strange sensation.", "an attitude could arouse\n suspicion of disguising an improper\n viewpoint.) The maintenance\n of a proper viewpoint\n was a necessity if the Planetary", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "small radio they would be\n permitted to use for messages\n of utmost urgency. Ammet\n followed, and Kolin brought\n up the rear.\nTo", "Peter Kolin had to admit that\n casualties might have been\n far worse.", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "State were to survive\n the hostile plots of Earth and\n the latter's decadent colonies.\n That, at least, was the official\n line.", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface." ], [ "Yrtok and Ammet paused\n momentarily before descending.\n\n\n Kolin shared their sense of\n isolation. They would be out\n of sight of authority and responsible\n for their own actions.\n It was a strange sensation.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "There are not enough men\n ,\n thought Kolin.\n Some of me\n must drift through the airlock.\n In space, I can spread\n through the air system to the\n command group.", "the Planetary State's planned\n expansion. He dwelt upon the\n desperation of having no\n place to hide in case of trouble\n with the authorities. A", "\"Listen!\" Kolin blurted\n out. \"I wasn't so much enjoying\n being what I was that\n getting back matters to me!\"\n\n\n \"Don't like your home planet,\n whatever the name was?\"", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "State were to survive\n the hostile plots of Earth and\n the latter's decadent colonies.\n That, at least, was the official\n line.", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "\"Could hardly be better,\n could it?\" he chuckled to the\n companion unit called Security\n Officer Tarth.\n\n\n \"Hardly, sir. All ready for\n the liberation of Haurtoz.\"", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "small radio they would be\n permitted to use for messages\n of utmost urgency. Ammet\n followed, and Kolin brought\n up the rear.\nTo", "to think about the way they\n have to live and who's running\n things in the Planetary\n State. Then the gravy train\n would get blown up—and I", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "believes in peace and quiet.\n You might not get back to\n your ship in any form that\n could tell tales.\"", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "had been organized some fifteen\n light-years from old\n Earth, but many of the home\n world's less kindly techniques\n had been employed. Lack of" ], [ "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Kolin looked over his shoulder.\n Fifty meters away, Ammet\n sat beside the bush with\n the purple berries, utterly\n relaxed.", "spores. They resembled those\n cast forth by one of the\n bushes Kolin's party had\n passed. Along the edges, the\n haze faded raggedly into thin", "\"I think the stuff puts out\n shoots that grow back into\n the ground to root as they\n spread,\" said the woman.\n \"Maybe we can find a way\n through.\"", "Finally, after a longer hike\n than he had anticipated, they\n approached the edge of the\n deceptively distant forest.", "in a world bounded by the\n rocky ridge behind them and\n a semi-circle of damp trees\n and bushes several hundred\n meters away. He suspected", "a sparse creeper grew along\n their way, its elongated leaves\n shimmering with bronze-green\n reflections against a\n stony surface; but when they", "When he let go in sudden\n horror, she folded gently to\n the ground. She lay comfortably\n on her side, twitching\n one hand as if to brush something", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "The branch quivered resentfully\n under him.\n\n\n \"Careful, there!\" whooshed\n the eerie voice. \"It took me\n all summer to grow those!\"", "He considered the massive\n giant. Soaring thirty or forty\n meters into the thin fog and\n dwarfing other growth, it\n seemed the most promising\n choice.", "I come down, if she hasn't\n snapped out of her spell by\n then. Funny … I wonder if\n that green thing bit her.\"", "Distant objects seemed\n blurred by the mist, taking on\n a somber, brooding grayness.\n For all Kolin could tell, he\n and the others were isolated", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "In two or three minutes,\n they reached the abrupt border\n of the odd-looking trees.", "thinking, and set its roots\n down all over until it had\n control. That's the outskirts\n of it down below.\"", "\"What's your hurry?\" demanded\n the voice. \"I can talk\n to you just as easy all the way\n down, you know. Airholes in\n my bark—I'm not like an\n Earth tree.\"", "\"Just\n what I said,\" continued\n the voice, sounding\n closer in his ear as his\n cheek brushed the ridged bark", "Yrtok led the way along\n the most nearly level ground.\n Low creepers became more\n plentiful, interspersed with" ], [ "\"Name's Johnny Ashlew.\n Kinda thought you'd start\n with\n what\n I am. Didn't figure\n you'd ever seen a man grown\n into a tree before.\"", "of the tree trunk. \"And, if\n I do have to remind you, it\n would be nicer if you said\n 'Mr. Ashlew,' considering my\n age.\"", "\"If there was ever a fellow\n ready for this planet,\" decided\n the tree named Ashlew,\n \"you're it, Sonny! Hang on\n there while I signal the Life\n by root!\"", "\"I wouldn't want to do\n that, Mr. Ashlew.\"", "He paused to consider the\n state of the tree named Ashlew,\n half immortal but rooted\n to one spot, unable to float on", "\"It isn't, Mr. Ashlew?\"\n asked Kolin, twisting about\n in an effort to see what the\n higher branches might hide.", "\"Why?\" wheezed Ashlew.", "The tree was silent for a\n moment. Kolin felt the\n branches stir meditatively.\n Then Ashlew offered a suggestion.", "life; and when I remembered\n how long some of them live,\n that settled it. Sonny, this\n world ain't all it looks like.\"", "Throughout the cloud of\n spores, the mind formerly\n known as Peter Kolin congratulated\n itself upon its\n choice of form.\n\n\n Nearer to the original\n shape of the Life than Ashlew\n got\n , he thought.", "Lots changed to animals or\n birds. One even stayed a man—on\n the outside anyway.\n Most of them have to change\n as the bodies wear out, which", "he started living with a different\n way of thinking. It\n burns me. I thought of being\n a tree, and then he came along\n to take advantage of it!\"", "One of Chief Slichow's\n staggering flunkies, stealing\n a few seconds of relaxation\n on the pretext of dumping an\n armful of light plastic packing,\n wandered into the haze.", "\"There's just one thing.\n The Life don't like taking\n chances on word about this\n place gettin' around. It sorta", "\"It's more'n a jungle, Sonny.\n When I landed here, along\n with the others from the", "As he brooded upon the\n sorry choice of arousing a\n search by hiding where he\n was or going back to bluff\n things out, the tree spoke.", "The branch quivered resentfully\n under him.\n\n\n \"Careful, there!\" whooshed\n the eerie voice. \"It took me\n all summer to grow those!\"", "\"Doggone vine!\" commented\n the windy whisper. \"\n He\n ain't one of my crowd. Landed", "\"What's your hurry?\" demanded\n the voice. \"I can talk\n to you just as easy all the way\n down, you know. Airholes in\n my bark—I'm not like an\n Earth tree.\"", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"" ], [ "At first, Kolin saw no way,\n but then the network of vines\n clinging to the rugged trunk\n suggested a route. He tried\n his weight gingerly, then began\n to climb.", "\"I think the stuff puts out\n shoots that grow back into\n the ground to root as they\n spread,\" said the woman.\n \"Maybe we can find a way\n through.\"", "thinking, and set its roots\n down all over until it had\n control. That's the outskirts\n of it down below.\"", "TREE\nDang vines! Beats all how some plants\n have no manners—but what do you expect,\n when they used to be men!", "The branch quivered resentfully\n under him.\n\n\n \"Careful, there!\" whooshed\n the eerie voice. \"It took me\n all summer to grow those!\"", "Yrtok paused to examine some\n purple berries glistening dangerously\n on a low shrub. Kolin\n regarded the trees with\n misgiving.", "Footholds were plentiful\n among the interlaced lianas.\n Kolin progressed rapidly.\n When he reached the first\n thick limbs, twice head\n height, he felt safer.", "\"Doggone vine!\" commented\n the windy whisper. \"\n He\n ain't one of my crowd. Landed", "He considered the massive\n giant. Soaring thirty or forty\n meters into the thin fog and\n dwarfing other growth, it\n seemed the most promising\n choice.", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"", "a sparse creeper grew along\n their way, its elongated leaves\n shimmering with bronze-green\n reflections against a\n stony surface; but when they", "Finally, after a longer hike\n than he had anticipated, they\n approached the edge of the\n deceptively distant forest.", "\"Just\n what I said,\" continued\n the voice, sounding\n closer in his ear as his\n cheek brushed the ridged bark", "Yrtok led the way along\n the most nearly level ground.\n Low creepers became more\n plentiful, interspersed with", "\"The other trees? That jungle?\"", "Later, at what he hoped was\n the halfway mark, he hooked\n one knee over a branch and\n paused to wipe sweat from his\n eyes. Peering down, he discovered\n the ground to be obscured\n by foliage.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "he started living with a different\n way of thinking. It\n burns me. I thought of being\n a tree, and then he came along\n to take advantage of it!\"", "mind and set up a mental field\n to help him change form. He\n looks twice as good as a\n vine!\"", "spores. They resembled those\n cast forth by one of the\n bushes Kolin's party had\n passed. Along the edges, the\n haze faded raggedly into thin" ], [ "\"There's just one thing.\n The Life don't like taking\n chances on word about this\n place gettin' around. It sorta", "\"Nope. Most everything\n here is run by the Life—that\n is, by the thing that first\n grew big enough to do some", "\"I could tell the Life your\n side of it,\" he hissed. \"Once\n in with us, you can always\n make thinking connections,", "\"You're about fifty feet\n up,\" the sighing voice informed\n him. \"You ought to\n let me tell you how the Life\n helps you change form. You\n don't\n have\n to be a tree.\"", "life; and when I remembered\n how long some of them live,\n that settled it. Sonny, this\n world ain't all it looks like.\"", "\"Maybe you're all set, Sonny.\n The Life has been thinkin'\n of learning about other\n worlds. If you can think of a", "years later in a ship from\n some star towards the center\n of the galaxy. You should\n have seen his looks before\n the Life got in touch with his", "Throughout the cloud of\n spores, the mind formerly\n known as Peter Kolin congratulated\n itself upon its\n choice of form.\n\n\n Nearer to the original\n shape of the Life than Ashlew\n got\n , he thought.", "Lots changed to animals or\n birds. One even stayed a man—on\n the outside anyway.\n Most of them have to change\n as the bodies wear out, which", "he started living with a different\n way of thinking. It\n burns me. I thought of being\n a tree, and then he came along\n to take advantage of it!\"", "\"Well … matter of fact, I\n can't get through to him\n much, even with the Life's\n mental field helping. Guess", "\"If there was ever a fellow\n ready for this planet,\" decided\n the tree named Ashlew,\n \"you're it, Sonny! Hang on\n there while I signal the Life\n by root!\"", "\"Can't really count it in\n Earth years any more. Lost\n track. I always figured bein'\n a tree was a nice, peaceful", "thinking, and set its roots\n down all over until it had\n control. That's the outskirts\n of it down below.\"", "When he let go in sudden\n horror, she folded gently to\n the ground. She lay comfortably\n on her side, twitching\n one hand as if to brush something", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "form of life, as a second\n spore was taking charge of\n the body of Chief Slichow at\n that very instant.", "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "believes in peace and quiet.\n You might not get back to\n your ship in any form that\n could tell tales.\"" ], [ "Kolin sensed a lack of direct\n attention. The rustle\n about him was natural, caused\n by an ordinary breeze. He\n noticed his hands shaking.", "Kolin permitted himself to\n wonder when anyone might\n get some rest, but assumed a\n mildly willing look. (Too eager", "Kolin could feel the skin\n crawling along his backbone.\n\n\n \"Who\n are\n you?\" he gasped.", "Suddenly, Kolin found himself\n telling the tree about life\n on Haurtoz, and of the officially\n announced threats to", "Silenced but doubting, Kolin\n permitted himself to try\n the dream on for size.", "Throughout the cloud of\n spores, the mind formerly\n known as Peter Kolin congratulated\n itself upon its\n choice of form.\n\n\n Nearer to the original\n shape of the Life than Ashlew\n got\n , he thought.", "complete loyalty to the state\n was likely to result in a siege\n of treatment that left the subject\n suitably \"re-personalized.\"\n Kolin had heard of instances", "\"I don't know,\" said Kolin.\n \"The penalty for desertion—\"\n\n\n \"Whoosh! Who'd find you?\n You could be a bird, a tree,\n even a cloud.\"", "\"He must have tasted\n some!\" exclaimed Kolin. \"I'll\n see how he is.\"", "Kolin, slipping, grabbed\n desperately for the branch.\n His fingers clutched a handful\n of twigs and leaves, which\n just barely supported him until\n he regained a grip with\n the other hand.", "mind and set up a mental field\n to help him change form. He\n looks twice as good as a\n vine!\"", "\"Listen!\" Kolin blurted\n out. \"I wasn't so much enjoying\n being what I was that\n getting back matters to me!\"\n\n\n \"Don't like your home planet,\n whatever the name was?\"", "As he reached her, whatever\n Yrtok was examining\n came to life and scooted into\n the underbrush with a flash\n of greenish fur. All Kolin\n saw was that it had several\n legs too many.", "\"Th-thanks!\" grunted Kolin,\n hanging on grimly.", "Kolin examined the bark of\n the crotch in which he sat. It\n did seem to have assorted\n holes and hollows in its rough\n surface.", "to one side. His rather heavy\n features were vacant, lending\n him a doped appearance. Kolin\n straightened up and beckoned\n to Yrtok.", "Kolin braced himself securely\n to stretch tiring muscles.\n\n\n \"Maybe I'd better stay a\n while,\" he muttered. \"I don't\n know where I am.\"", "When she began to smile\n dreamily, Kolin backed away.\nThe\n corners of his mouth", "Kolin heard opinions spouting\n out which he had prudently\n kept bottled up for\n years.", "Kolin looked about, seeing\n little but leaves and fog." ] ]

[ "How do moon inhabitants tell the time of day?", "Of the options presented, which represents McIlroy's greatest flaw as a leader?", "What clue proves the natural existence of water on the moon?", "Moon inhabitants must make all of the following considerations regarding their equipment EXCEPT:", "What is a significant irony in the successful colonization of the moon?", "What is Evans' primary dilemma?", "What is the worst consequence of the Geiger being off scale?" ]

[ [ "Identifying the shadow line as it relates to Earth's continents", "Identifying the shadow line as it relates to the moon's time zones", "Identifying the shadow line as it relates to the moon's continents", "Identifying the shadow line as it relates to the Earth's time zones" ], [ "He is too lenient", "He is hypocritical", "He is too strict", "He is untrustworthy" ], [ "The ability to distill alcohol ", "Increase of meteor activity", "Humans are able to survive for long periods of time", "The presence of specific minerals" ], [ "Protection from meteor showers and volcanic eruptions", "The cost of rare materials imported from Earth", "Protection from extreme temperatures", "The ability to function with minimal water use" ], [ "Earth needs materials from the moon to survive, while the moon needs materials from the Earth", "The government is just as ineffective on the moon as it is on Earth", "Moon inhabitants are less free on the moon than they used to be on Earth", "The greed of humankind is destroying the newly colonized moon just as it is destroying Earth" ], [ "He has a limited amount of time until the next meteor shower hits and permanently destroys his equipment", "In submitting a claim to the lava mine, he will attract violence from those desperate for water", "By entering into an unknown cave, he is possibly exposing himself to lava, which has the capacity to melt his space suit", "If he is to discover a new water source, he must utilize his low, existing source to find it" ], [ "The moon and Earth will enter a war fought over natural elements", "Evans will die before he is discovered by a rescue team", "Authorities will be forced to make more strict limitations when it comes to water", "The entire Survey will be fired and forced to compete over prospecting jobs" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "\"I don't know, I'll call the observatory.\"\n\n\n There was a pause.\n\n\n \"They say what day where?\" she asked.", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "It was two days to sunrise, where Evans stood.\n\n\n It was just before sunset on a spring evening in September in Sydney.\n The shadow line between day and night could be seen from the Moon to be\n drifting across Australia.", "move around Earth. The continents drifted across the dark disk and into\n the crescent. The people on Earth saw the full moon set about the same\n time that the sun rose.", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "stars, wheeled silently in the sky. As it turned, the shadow of sunset\n crept across the face that could be seen from the Moon. From full Earth,\n as you might say, it moved toward last quarter.", "\"I know this seems like a silly question. What day is this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" said McIlroy, \"that's not so silly. I don't know either.\"", "\"They say it's September fourth, one thirty\n a.m.\n \"", "stars shone coldly, and wheeled in their slow course with the sun. Only\n Earth remained in the same spot in the black sky. The shadow line crept\n around until Earth was nearly dark, and then the rim of light appeared", "The sun was halfway to the horizon, and Earth was a crescent in the sky\n when Evans had quarried all the ice that was available in the cave. The", "Evans, who had no watch, thought of the time as a quarter after\n Australia.", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "\"Greenwich, I guess, our official time is supposed to be Greenwich Mean\n Time.\"\n\n\n There was another pause.", "\"Well, there you are,\" laughed McIlroy, \"it isn't that time doesn't mean\n anything here, it just doesn't mean the same thing.\"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "\"Mrs. Garth,\" he called, \"what day is this?\"\n\n\n \"Why, September, I think,\" she answered.\n\n\n \"I mean what\nday\n.\"", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "mountains stretched out to touch the shadows of the other mountains. The\n dawning line of light covered half of Earth, and Earth turned beneath\n it." ], [ "McIlroy had no illusions about his ability to lead men. Or rather, he\n did have one illusion; he thought that he was completely unfit as a", "Everyone in the survey except McIlroy realized this, and even he\n accepted this without thinking about it. He had fallen into the habit of\n suggesting mildly anything that he wanted done, and writing orders he\n didn't particularly care to have obeyed.", "leader. It was true that his strictest orders were disobeyed with\n cheerful contempt, but it was also true his mildest requests were\n complied with eagerly and smoothly.", "When Director McIlroy came into his office, he found it lighted by the\n rising sun. The light was a hot, brilliant white that seemed to pierce", "McIlroy decreased the density again until the room was comfortably\n lighted. The room felt stuffy, so he decided to leave the door to the\n inner office open.", "Captain Nickel Jones was also expressing a hope: \"Anyway, Mac,\" he was\n saying to McIlroy, \"a Welshman knows when his luck's run out. And never\n a word did he say.\"", "was passing through them. This was to allow the air-conditioning system\n to function properly, and to prevent air loss in case of the highly\n improbable meteor damage. McIlroy thought that on the whole, he was", "out. At this time he was visiting with his old friend McIlroy.", "\"Sorry,\" McIlroy said, realizing that this was no time for officials.\n \"Let me know when it's fixed.\"\n\n\n \"Geiger's off scale,\" Lehman said.", "McIlroy woke up slowly. He leaned back in his chair and stretched. His\n neck was stiff from sleeping in such an awkward position.\n\n\n \"'Morning, Mr. Phelps,\" he said.", "\"Why not?\" asked McIlroy. He knew the answer, but he liked to listen to\n the slightly Welsh voice of Jones.", "The director turned to ask Phelps about this fact, but the banker was\n slumped in his chair, fast asleep with his coffee untouched.\n\n\n It was three hours later that McIlroy woke Phelps.", "\"Well, protection it is that a poor Welshman needs from all the English\n and Scots. Speaking of which—\"\n\n\n \"Oh, of course,\" McIlroy grinned as he refilled the glasses.", "McIlroy was fully awake. He glanced at Phelps and wondered how long it\n had been since he had slept last. More than that, McIlroy wondered why", "\"They've found the tractor,\" McIlroy said.\n\n\n \"Good,\" Phelps mumbled, and then as comprehension came; \"That's fine!\n That's just line! Is Evans—?\"", "McIlroy chuckled for the first time in several days. \"So that's the\n reason you didn't take off when you were scheduled,\" he said.", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "\"I'll certainly be glad to get them off my hands,\" McIlroy said. \"I hope\n they're in good order.\"\n\n\n \"There doesn't seem to be any profit,\" Mr. Phelps said.", "\"Like as not, you're right,\" McIlroy replied, \"but if I know Evans, he'd\n never say a word about any forebodings.\"", "assured of a constant supply of home-made, but passably good liquor.\n Even McIlroy enjoyed the surreptitious drinking." ], [ "All of these needed water to form, and their existence on the Moon\n puzzled him for a while. Then he opened the bag that had contained the", "\"Claim?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, man, I've thousands of tons of water here. It's the richest mine\n on the Moon!\"\n\n\n THE END", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "be, zeolites need water to form, and there's no water on the Moon.\"", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "\"Well, now,\" he said, \"it's probably the largest natural crystal of\n potassium nitrate that anyone has ever seen. Man, it's a full inch\n across.\"", "they need these things on Earth, but they can't get them as long as it\n isn't worth the carrying of them. And then, of course, there's the water", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "into the cold darkness of space. When the meteor pierced the turbine,\n the water in the condenser began to boil. This boiling lowered the\n temperature, and the condenser demonstrated its efficiency by quickly", "\"It runs an electric current through water, lets the oxygen loose in the\n room, and pipes the hydrogen outside. It doesn't work automatically, of\n course, so I run it about an hour a day. My oxygen level gauge shows how\n long.\"", "exploring when the meteor hit. Inside, he lifted his filter visor, and\n found that the light reflected from the small ray that peered into the\n cave door lighted the cave adequately. He tapped loose some white", "\"The nickel, man, the tons of nickel worth a dollar and a half on Earth,\n and not worth mining here; the low-grade ores of uranium and vanadium,", "used. It was one day's supply if used wastefully. It was ostentatious\n luxury for a man with a month's supply of water and twenty-one days to\n live.", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "stars, wheeled silently in the sky. As it turned, the shadow of sunset\n crept across the face that could be seen from the Moon. From full Earth,\n as you might say, it moved toward last quarter.", "\"No,\" Cade answered.\n\n\n \"Water's stopped. Give us some pressure, we'll see if it holds.\"\n\n\n \"Twenty pounds,\" Cade answered after a couple of minutes." ], [ "they need these things on Earth, but they can't get them as long as it\n isn't worth the carrying of them. And then, of course, there's the water", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "\"The nickel, man, the tons of nickel worth a dollar and a half on Earth,\n and not worth mining here; the low-grade ores of uranium and vanadium,", "All of these needed water to form, and their existence on the Moon\n puzzled him for a while. Then he opened the bag that had contained the", "\"He isn't carrying one. Most of the prospectors don't. They claim that a\n radio that won't carry beyond the horizon isn't any good, and one that\n will bounce messages from Earth takes up too much room.\"", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "a bubble. Suddenly, Evans noticed that the gauge on the oxygen tank of\n his suit was reading dangerously near empty. He turned back to his\n tractor, moving as slowly as he felt safe in doing. Running would use up", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "\"Claim?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, man, I've thousands of tons of water here. It's the richest mine\n on the Moon!\"\n\n\n THE END", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "fifty cents a pound for freight instead of the dollar forty that the\n Commission insists on. That's from here to Earth, of course. There's no\n profit I could make by cutting rates the other way.\"", "oxygen too fast. He was halfway there when the pressure warning light\n went on, and the signal sounded inside his helmet. He turned on his\n ten-minute reserve supply, and made it to the tractor with about five", "be, zeolites need water to form, and there's no water on the Moon.\"" ], [ "\"Claim?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, man, I've thousands of tons of water here. It's the richest mine\n on the Moon!\"\n\n\n THE END", "In its last instant, the meteor fell on the Moon. It was impeded by\n Evans' tractor.", "Nobody answered. They could all see the Moon under their feet. Small\n craters overlapped and touched each other. There was—except in the", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "Nickel Jones was the captain of a supply rocket. He made trips from and\n to the Moon about once a month, carrying supplies in and metal and ores", "\"Good morning indeed,\" answered McIlroy. Morning to him had no meaning\n at all, but he thought in the strictest sense that it would be morning\n on the Moon for another week.", "\"The nickel, man, the tons of nickel worth a dollar and a half on Earth,\n and not worth mining here; the low-grade ores of uranium and vanadium,", "is missing and presumed lost. Evans, who was apparently exploring\n the Moon in search of minerals was due two days ago, but it was\n presumed that he was merely temporarily delayed.", "The light from Earth lighted the Moon as the Moon had never lighted\n Earth. The great blue globe of Earth, the only thing larger than the", "fifty cents a pound for freight instead of the dollar forty that the\n Commission insists on. That's from here to Earth, of course. There's no\n profit I could make by cutting rates the other way.\"", "All of these needed water to form, and their existence on the Moon\n puzzled him for a while. Then he opened the bag that had contained the", "\"You're probably right, at least until the next rocket lands in a couple\n of weeks.\"\nPROSPECTOR FEARED LOST ON MOON", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "Evans was about three hundred miles east of Williamson Town, the site of\n the first landing on the Moon.", "stars, wheeled silently in the sky. As it turned, the shadow of sunset\n crept across the face that could be seen from the Moon. From full Earth,\n as you might say, it moved toward last quarter.", "\"He isn't carrying one. Most of the prospectors don't. They claim that a\n radio that won't carry beyond the horizon isn't any good, and one that\n will bounce messages from Earth takes up too much room.\"", "\"Near cost it is now at a dollar forty. But what sense is there in\n charging the same rate to go either way when it takes about a seventh of\n the fuel to get from here to Earth as it does to get from there to\n here?\"", "they need these things on Earth, but they can't get them as long as it\n isn't worth the carrying of them. And then, of course, there's the water" ], [ "\"A Welshman takes a lot of killing,\" Evans answered.\nLater, in Evans' tractor, he was telling his story:", "Evans was a prospector, and like all prospectors, a sort of jackknife\n geologist, selenologist, rather. His tractor and equipment cost two", "\"I don't need rescuing, man,\" Evans said.\n\n\n Jones stared at him blankly.", "\"Well, happen I might have a bit of Welsh second sight about me, and it\n tells me that Evans will be found.\"", "by the fact that Evans is lost on the part of the Moon which is now\n dark. Little hope is held for radio contact with the missing man as\n it is believed he was carrying only short-range,", "\"You might let me have some food,\" Evans continued. \"I'm getting short\n of that. And you might have someone send out a mechanic with parts to\n fix my tractor. Then maybe you'll let me use your radio to file my\n claim.\"", "Evans began his exploration on August 25th, and was known to be\n carrying several days reserve of oxygen and supplies. Director\n McIlroy has expressed a hope that Evans will be found before his\n oxygen runs out.", "this banker, who had never met Evans, was losing so much sleep about\n finding him. It began to dawn on McIlroy that nearly the whole\n population of Williamson Town was involved, one way or another, in the", "Evans was due back at Williamson Town at about sunset, that is, in about\n sixteen days. When he saw the wrecked turbine, he knew that he wouldn't", "\"Like as not, you're right,\" McIlroy replied, \"but if I know Evans, he'd\n never say a word about any forebodings.\"", "\"Evans, man!\" said Jones' voice in the intercom. \"Alive you are!\"", "\"Well, man,\" he breathed, \"there's a light to die by.\"\nThe sun rose on Williamson Town at about the same time it rose on Evans.", "Evans, who had no watch, thought of the time as a quarter after\n Australia.", "\"They've found the tractor,\" McIlroy said.\n\n\n \"Good,\" Phelps mumbled, and then as comprehension came; \"That's fine!\n That's just line! Is Evans—?\"", "Evans was about three hundred miles east of Williamson Town, the site of\n the first landing on the Moon.", "Evans watched the lights flicker and go out, and he guessed what the\n trouble was.\n\n\n \"The water, man,\" he said, \"there is not enough to melt the ice in the\n condenser.\"", "back as soon as he lands. Hadn't you better get some sleep?\"\nEvans was carrying a block of ice into the tractor when he saw the", "a bubble. Suddenly, Evans noticed that the gauge on the oxygen tank of\n his suit was reading dangerously near empty. He turned back to his\n tractor, moving as slowly as he felt safe in doing. Running would use up", "Evans sealed the turbine from the rest of the steam system by closing\n the shut-off valves. If there was any water in the boiler, it would", "A quarter of a mile from the tractor, Evans found a promising looking\n mound of lava. It was rounded on top, and it could easily be the dome of" ], [ "\"Sorry,\" McIlroy said, realizing that this was no time for officials.\n \"Let me know when it's fixed.\"\n\n\n \"Geiger's off scale,\" Lehman said.", "\"Still don't work,\" said Cade.\n\n\n \"Keep trying,\" Cowalczk ordered. \"Lehman, get a Geiger counter and come\n with me, we've got to fix this thing.\"", "\"I've found the trouble,\" Lehman said. \"The worm gear's loose on its\n shaft. It's slipping every time the valve closes. There's not enough\n power in it to crush the scale.\"", "\"Scale stuck in the valve,\" Cowalczk answered.\n\n\n \"Are the reactors off?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. Vat blew. Shut up! Let me work, Mac!\"", "\"Must have been last night, at least two or three days ago. All of 'em\n too small for Radar to pick up, and not enough for Seismo to get a\n rumble.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds pretty bad.\"", "Cade threw a switch. In the reactor building, a relay closed. A motor\n started turning, and the worm gear on the motor opened a valve on the", "\"Because I say so,\" Cowalczk shouted, surprised at his outburst and\n ashamed of it. \"Boiler scale,\" he continued, much calmer. \"We've got to", "\"Let's find out how bad it is indeed,\" he answered. He reached for the\n light switch and tried to turn it on. The switch was already in the \"on\"\n position.", "opened. The motor turned and the gears started to close the valve. But a\n fragment of boiler scale held the valve open.", "pipe. He pulled on a knob marked \"Nuclear Start/Safety Bypass.\" The\n water that he had poured into the boiler quickly turned into steam, and\n the steam turned the generator briefly.", "\"Batteries must be dead,\" he told himself.\n\n\n \"What batteries?\" he asked. \"There're no batteries in here, the power\n comes from the generator.\"", "\"The vat pressure's too high,\" Cade said.\n\n\n \"Let me know when it reaches six pounds,\" Cowalczk requested. \"Because\n it'll probably blow at seven.\"", "\"You mean only one hit our gear,\" Lehman said. \"How many missed?\"", "unconscious attempt to wipe it off. He cursed silently, and wiped it off\n on the inside of his helmet again. This time, two drops ran down the\n inside of his faceplate.", "He felt a little guilty about this, because he had ordered that all\n doors in the survey building should remain closed except when someone", "minutes left. The air purifying apparatus in the suit was not as\n efficient as the one in the tractor; it wasted oxygen. By using the suit\n so much, Evans had already shortened his life by several days. He", "\"He isn't carrying one. Most of the prospectors don't. They claim that a\n radio that won't carry beyond the horizon isn't any good, and one that\n will bounce messages from Earth takes up too much room.\"", "Cowalczk and Lehman stopped halfway to the reactor. The vat bulged and\n ruptured. A stream of mud gushed out and boiled dry on the face of the\n Moon. Cowalczk and Lehman rushed forward again.", "\"It's O.K.,\" Cade said.\n\n\n Cowalczk and Lehman opened and closed the valve again.\n\n\n \"Light is off now,\" Cade said.", "Cowalczk and Lehman fitted the pipe wrench to the gear on the valve, and\n turned it.\n\n\n \"Is the light off?\" Cowalczk asked." ] ]

[ "What is the star mother's attitude toward space exploration? (leave it alone) she misses her son", "What is Terry's mother's attitude toward the suave reporters?", "Why is Terry's mother able to learn so much about his progress in space?", "How does Terry's mother's attitude toward celestial matters change as she grows older?", "In what what does Terry unknowingly foreshadow his own death?", "Why does Terry's mom not want them to bring back his remains?", "Why does the general support Terry's mother's decision not to bring her son's remains back to Earth?", "What is Terry's mother's core tension of being a star mother?", "Terry's mother uses the following metaphors to describe the sky except for ______.", "How does Terry's mother's description of her son not match the reporter's preconceived image?" ]

[ [ "She feels ambivalent and thinks the government's money is better spent elsewhere", "She wishes that humans and governments would abandon their space-related pursuits", "She obsesses over learning all she can about new stars and planets", "She displays strong curiosity about how discoveries could benefit life on Earth" ], [ "She is frustrated with their tendency to fit her interview responses to a narrative", "She is angry that they are trespassing on her property ", "She is grateful for their interest in her son's exploration", "She is hopeful that they will accurately represent her experience as a star mother" ], [ "A new law allows women like Terry to receive regular updates on their children's journeys in space", "Star mothers have access to their sons' digital journal entries while they are orbiting in space", "Terry stipulated that his mother be informed of his progress if he agreed to volunteer for the space mission", "The general is Terry's father, Bill, and he breaks the law in informing Terry's mother of Terry's progress" ], [ "She becomes infuriated at her younger self for engaging in such trivial behaviors as wishing upon a star", "She feels more of a personal connection to the stars", "She believes more in the 'magic' of wishing upon a star", "She longs to venture up into space in order to understand her own son's affinity for it" ], [ "By joking about the odds of his spacecraft being hit by an object", "By playing roughly with toy cars in the street as a child", "By granting his mother permission to share exciting details of his progress to reporters", "By promising to update his mother as often as possible on his progress" ], [ "She knows that her son would not find it practical to return to Earth", "She knows that it will not be physically possible for them to return him to Earth", "She cannot bear to see the tainted carcass of her beloved son", "She wishes to continue the ritual of greeting him every night when she looks to the sky" ], [ "It would be too expensive to initiate a recovery mission that might be unsuccessful", "The new law grants star mothers priority over what happens to a deceased son, and he must obey her wishes", "He realizes that by keeping Terry in orbit, his mother will be able to maintain a special connection with her son", "He must swiftly move his attention to the next explorer and, therefore, space mother" ], [ "People see her star mother status as an opportunity, while she wishes someone else could have it", "People are generally critical of the star mother law, but she is grateful for it", "People want to know more about Terry's journey, and she has no way of accurately representing it", "People are skeptical of the exploration, while she is a firm supporter" ], [ "An ocean", "A chariot pathway", "A graveyard", "A garden" ], [ "He is reserved and has difficulty making friends", "He is an average American boy", "He did not perform well in school", "He preferred athletics over academics" ] ]

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[ [ "STAR MOTHER\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nA touching story of the most\n enduring love in all eternity.\nThat\n night her son was the\n first star.", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "\"We will, of course, make\n every effort to bring back his ... remains ... so\n that he can\n have a fitting burial on Earth.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" she said.", "an airtight metal capsule in an\n airtight metal chariot ...\nWhy don't they leave the stars\n alone?\nshe thought.", "Why don't\n they leave the stars to God?\nThe general's second telegram\n came early the next morning:\n Explorer XII", "safe and sound. Then the vigil\n will be over, and some other\n mother can take over the awesome\n responsibility of having a\n son become a star—", "of the sky. She'd never been\n much of a one for the stars;\n most of her life she'd been much\n too busy on Earth to bother with", "when a star fell, making a wish.\n But this was different. It was\n different because now she had\n a personal interest in the sky, a", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "one ...\nWhy don't they leave the stars\n alone? Why don't they leave the\n stars to God?\nThe afternoon shadows lengthened", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "right that she should be outside\n when the stars started to come\n out. Presently they did, and she\n watched them wink on, one by\n one, in the deepening darkness", "past the dark edge of the Earth\n and disappeared from sight. A\n boy grown up too soon, riding\n round and round the world on\n a celestial carousel, encased in", "things celestial. She could remember,\n when she was much\n younger and Bill was courting\n her, looking up at the moon\n sometimes; and once in a while,", "was killed in the Korean War.\")\n What did she think of the new\n law granting star mothers top\n priority on any and all information\n relating to their sons? (\"I", "down all right, Martha.\" She\n supposed it must have given\n them quite a turn to have their\n egg woman change into a star\n mother overnight.", "ma'am. And I'm glad\n that's the way you want it ...\n The stars\nare\nbeautiful tonight,", "there, blue-white and beautiful.\n She raised her eyes still higher—and\n beheld the vast parterre\n of Orion with its central motif", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "side. Make a wish! she thought,\n like a little girl, and she wished\n him pleasant dreams and a safe\n return and wrapped the wish in" ], [ "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "his shyness, or the fact that he\n had never gone out for football—whenever\n she started to mention\n any of these things, the\n suave young man was in great", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "say when the suave young man\n came up to her and said, \"We\n want you to know that we're all\n very proud of your boy up there,", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "by the time the TV crew got\n everything repacked into their\n cars and trucks and made their\n departure. Martha fixed herself\n a light supper, then donned an", "old suede jacket of Terry's and\n went out into the garden to wait\n for the sun to go down. According\n to the time table the general", "the behavior pattern which the\n suave young man apparently considered\n the norm, but which, if\n followed, Martha was sure,\n would produce not young men", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "Martha did not move.\nPlease\n God\n, she thought,\nlet it be Terry\n,\n even though she knew that it\n couldn't possibly be Terry. Footsteps\n sounded behind her, paused.\n Someone coughed softly. She\n turned then—", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only", "She hadn't expected the TV interview,\n though, and she would\n have avoided it if it had been\n politely possible. But what could", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "the impression that he was trying\n to prove that her son was\n just like any other average\n American boy, and such just\n didn't happen to be the case. But", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "think it's a fine law ... It's too\n bad they couldn't have shown\n similar humanity toward the\n war mothers of World War II.\")\nIt was late in the afternoon", "\"More beautiful than they've\n ever been,\" she said.\nAfter the general had gone,\n she looked up once more at the" ], [ "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "\"We will, of course, make\n every effort to bring back his ... remains ... so\n that he can\n have a fitting burial on Earth.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" she said.", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "there! Doesn't it get on your\nnerves\n?\" (\"Yes ... Yes, it\n does.\") \"Martha, when are they\n bringing him back down?\"", "capsule, too. We didn't find out\n till just a while ago—but there\n was nothing we could have done\n anyway ... Are you all right,\n ma'am?\"", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "She saw the circlet of stars\n on the gray epaulet; she saw the\n stern handsome face; she saw\n the dark tired eyes. And she\n knew. Even before he spoke\n again, she knew—", "Why don't\n they leave the stars to God?\nThe general's second telegram\n came early the next morning:\n Explorer XII", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "past the dark edge of the Earth\n and disappeared from sight. A\n boy grown up too soon, riding\n round and round the world on\n a celestial carousel, encased in", "\"The same meteorite that\n damaged the ejection mechanism,\n ma'am. It penetrated the", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "boxes, then started out on her\n Wednesday morning run. \"My\n land, Martha, I don't see how\n you stand it with him way up", "STAR MOTHER\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nA touching story of the most\n enduring love in all eternity.\nThat\n night her son was the\n first star.", "way up there all alone, Martha?\"\n \"Aren't you\nscared\n, Martha?\" \"I\n do hope they can get him back" ], [ "things celestial. She could remember,\n when she was much\n younger and Bill was courting\n her, looking up at the moon\n sometimes; and once in a while,", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "of the sky. She'd never been\n much of a one for the stars;\n most of her life she'd been much\n too busy on Earth to bother with", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "when a star fell, making a wish.\n But this was different. It was\n different because now she had\n a personal interest in the sky, a", "right that she should be outside\n when the stars started to come\n out. Presently they did, and she\n watched them wink on, one by\n one, in the deepening darkness", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "down all right, Martha.\" She\n supposed it must have given\n them quite a turn to have their\n egg woman change into a star\n mother overnight.", "STAR MOTHER\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nA touching story of the most\n enduring love in all eternity.\nThat\n night her son was the\n first star.", "old suede jacket of Terry's and\n went out into the garden to wait\n for the sun to go down. According\n to the time table the general", "She stood motionless in the\n garden, one hand pressed against\n her heart, watching him rise\n above the fields where he had", "Slowly the sky darkened and\n the stars began to appear. At\n length\nher\nstar appeared, but its", "It grew cold in the April garden\n and she could see her breath.\n There was a strange crispness,\n a strange clarity about the" ], [ "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "Martha did not move.\nPlease\n God\n, she thought,\nlet it be Terry\n,\n even though she knew that it\n couldn't possibly be Terry. Footsteps\n sounded behind her, paused.\n Someone coughed softly. She\n turned then—", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "old suede jacket of Terry's and\n went out into the garden to wait\n for the sun to go down. According\n to the time table the general", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "She saw the circlet of stars\n on the gray epaulet; she saw the\n stern handsome face; she saw\n the dark tired eyes. And she\n knew. Even before he spoke\n again, she knew—", "If only he can last it out for\n a few more hours, she thought.\n If only they can bring him down", "side. Make a wish! she thought,\n like a little girl, and she wished\n him pleasant dreams and a safe\n return and wrapped the wish in", "there! Doesn't it get on your\nnerves\n?\" (\"Yes ... Yes, it\n does.\") \"Martha, when are they\n bringing him back down?\"", "played as a boy, where he had\n worked as a young man; and she\n wondered whether he was thinking\n of those fields now, whether\n he was thinking of her standing", "She stood motionless in the\n garden, one hand pressed against\n her heart, watching him rise\n above the fields where he had", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "It grew cold in the April garden\n and she could see her breath.\n There was a strange crispness,\n a strange clarity about the", "his shyness, or the fact that he\n had never gone out for football—whenever\n she started to mention\n any of these things, the\n suave young man was in great" ], [ "\"We will, of course, make\n every effort to bring back his ... remains ... so\n that he can\n have a fitting burial on Earth.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" she said.", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "Martha did not move.\nPlease\n God\n, she thought,\nlet it be Terry\n,\n even though she knew that it\n couldn't possibly be Terry. Footsteps\n sounded behind her, paused.\n Someone coughed softly. She\n turned then—", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "there! Doesn't it get on your\nnerves\n?\" (\"Yes ... Yes, it\n does.\") \"Martha, when are they\n bringing him back down?\"", "the impression that he was trying\n to prove that her son was\n just like any other average\n American boy, and such just\n didn't happen to be the case. But", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only", "side. Make a wish! she thought,\n like a little girl, and she wished\n him pleasant dreams and a safe\n return and wrapped the wish in", "think it's a fine law ... It's too\n bad they couldn't have shown\n similar humanity toward the\n war mothers of World War II.\")\nIt was late in the afternoon", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "If only he can last it out for\n a few more hours, she thought.\n If only they can bring him down", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "She stood motionless in the\n garden, one hand pressed against\n her heart, watching him rise\n above the fields where he had" ], [ "\"We will, of course, make\n every effort to bring back his ... remains ... so\n that he can\n have a fitting burial on Earth.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" she said.", "The general had raised his\n eyes, too; now, slowly, he lowered\n them. \"I think I understand,", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "\"More beautiful than they've\n ever been,\" she said.\nAfter the general had gone,\n she looked up once more at the", "Why don't\n they leave the stars to God?\nThe general's second telegram\n came early the next morning:\n Explorer XII", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "She saw the circlet of stars\n on the gray epaulet; she saw the\n stern handsome face; she saw\n the dark tired eyes. And she\n knew. Even before he spoke\n again, she knew—", "there! Doesn't it get on your\nnerves\n?\" (\"Yes ... Yes, it\n does.\") \"Martha, when are they\n bringing him back down?\"", "capsule, too. We didn't find out\n till just a while ago—but there\n was nothing we could have done\n anyway ... Are you all right,\n ma'am?\"", "If only ...\nThe general's third telegram\n arrived that afternoon:\nRegret", "think it's a fine law ... It's too\n bad they couldn't have shown\n similar humanity toward the\n war mothers of World War II.\")\nIt was late in the afternoon", "STAR MOTHER\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nA touching story of the most\n enduring love in all eternity.\nThat\n night her son was the\n first star.", "old suede jacket of Terry's and\n went out into the garden to wait\n for the sun to go down. According\n to the time table the general", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "\"The same meteorite that\n damaged the ejection mechanism,\n ma'am. It penetrated the", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")" ], [ "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "STAR MOTHER\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nA touching story of the most\n enduring love in all eternity.\nThat\n night her son was the\n first star.", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "safe and sound. Then the vigil\n will be over, and some other\n mother can take over the awesome\n responsibility of having a\n son become a star—", "down all right, Martha.\" She\n supposed it must have given\n them quite a turn to have their\n egg woman change into a star\n mother overnight.", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "when a star fell, making a wish.\n But this was different. It was\n different because now she had\n a personal interest in the sky, a", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "was killed in the Korean War.\")\n What did she think of the new\n law granting star mothers top\n priority on any and all information\n relating to their sons? (\"I", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "the impression that he was trying\n to prove that her son was\n just like any other average\n American boy, and such just\n didn't happen to be the case. But", "She saw the circlet of stars\n on the gray epaulet; she saw the\n stern handsome face; she saw\n the dark tired eyes. And she\n knew. Even before he spoke\n again, she knew—", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "right that she should be outside\n when the stars started to come\n out. Presently they did, and she\n watched them wink on, one by\n one, in the deepening darkness", "Martha did not move.\nPlease\n God\n, she thought,\nlet it be Terry\n,\n even though she knew that it\n couldn't possibly be Terry. Footsteps\n sounded behind her, paused.\n Someone coughed softly. She\n turned then—", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only" ], [ "of the sky. She'd never been\n much of a one for the stars;\n most of her life she'd been much\n too busy on Earth to bother with", "She raised her eyes to the\n patch of sky where her son had\n passed in his shining metal sarcophagus.\n Sirius blossomed", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "things celestial. She could remember,\n when she was much\n younger and Bill was courting\n her, looking up at the moon\n sometimes; and once in a while,", "there, blue-white and beautiful.\n She raised her eyes still higher—and\n beheld the vast parterre\n of Orion with its central motif", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "when a star fell, making a wish.\n But this was different. It was\n different because now she had\n a personal interest in the sky, a", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "right that she should be outside\n when the stars started to come\n out. Presently they did, and she\n watched them wink on, one by\n one, in the deepening darkness", "out of the blackness of the night ...\n And they were different colors,\n too, she noticed with a start.\n Some of them were blue and\n some were red, others were yellow", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "\"More beautiful than they've\n ever been,\" she said.\nAfter the general had gone,\n she looked up once more at the", "She stood motionless in the\n garden, one hand pressed against\n her heart, watching him rise\n above the fields where he had", "Slowly the sky darkened and\n the stars began to appear. At\n length\nher\nstar appeared, but its", "Higher still and higher he\n rose in the southern sky, and\n then, when he had reached his\n zenith, he dropped swiftly down" ], [ "haste to interrupt her and to\n twist her words, by requestioning,\n into a different meaning\n altogether, till Terry's behavior\n pattern seemed to coincide with", "A few of the questions concerned\n herself: Was Terry her\n only child? (\"Yes.\") What had\n happened to her husband? (\"He", "the impression that he was trying\n to prove that her son was\n just like any other average\n American boy, and such just\n didn't happen to be the case. But", "Most of the questions concerned\n Terry, as was fitting.\n From the way the suave young\n man asked them, though, she got", "the station wagon on her Tuesday\n morning run. She had expected\n a deluge of questions\n from her customers. She was not\n disappointed. \"Is Terry really", "Martha did not move.\nPlease\n God\n, she thought,\nlet it be Terry\n,\n even though she knew that it\n couldn't possibly be Terry. Footsteps\n sounded behind her, paused.\n Someone coughed softly. She\n turned then—", "the little boy, his fuzz of\n hair gold in the sunlight, his\n cherub-cheeks pink in the summer\n wind—\nTerry!—", "had outlined in his first telegram,\n Terry's first Tuesday\n night passage wasn't due to occur\n till 9:05. But it seemed only", "air—\nTerry ...\n—probably won't get a chance\n to write you again before take-off,\n but don't worry, Ma. The", "gone? Tremulously she faced the\n southern horizon ... and saw\n her Terry appear in his shining\n chariot, riding up the star-pebbled", "(\"Today ...\nToday\n!\") \"It must\n be wonderful being a star mother,\n Martha.\" (\"Yes, it is—in a\n way.\")", "Will make every effort\n to find another means of accomplishing\n your son's return.\nTerry!—", "After a while, when the light\n began to fade, she slipped into\n Terry's jacket and went outside.", "his shyness, or the fact that he\n had never gone out for football—whenever\n she started to mention\n any of these things, the\n suave young man was in great", "boxes, then started out on her\n Wednesday morning run. \"My\n land, Martha, I don't see how\n you stand it with him way up", "\"More beautiful than they've\n ever been,\" she said.\nAfter the general had gone,\n she looked up once more at the", "whenever she opened her mouth\n to mention, say, how he used to\n study till all hours of the night,\n or how difficult it had been for\n him to make friends because of", "vast and variegated garden of\n the sky where her son lay buried,\n then she turned and walked\n slowly back to the memoried\n house.\nTHE END", "by the time the TV crew got\n everything repacked into their\n cars and trucks and made their\n departure. Martha fixed herself\n a light supper, then donned an", "She hadn't expected the TV interview,\n though, and she would\n have avoided it if it had been\n politely possible. But what could" ] ]

[ "Which of these is the best description of the narrator? ", "Which of these is true about the importance of alge to the Martians?", "What is not true about the surgeon's job?", "What does the narrator seem to think makes a good cook on a spacer?", "Which is the best description of the relationship between the Doc and the captain?", "Which is the best description of the relationship between the Doc and Bailey?", "Which is the best description of the impact of ketchup being a personal effect?", "Which of these best describes the captain?", "What likely happens after the story is over?", "Which of these best describes Bailey's personality?" ]

[ [ "A doctor who is also a food critic", "An angsty crew member who is always present in the mess hall", "A mutinous doctor who wants to run the ship himself", "A surgeon who happens to know some things about the history of food" ], [ "It is the only thing they can eat", "All of the spaceships are named after different species of alge", "Most of the economy is geared around growing and collecting alge", "The nickname for their species is inspired by the reliance on alge" ], [ "He takes care of the mental health and morale of the crew ", "He has to know when to offer alcohol as the appropriate remedy for a situation", "He is a sounding-board for those who need to complain", "He's the person to file grievances with when there are interpersonal issues" ], [ "Someone who can get food out as fast and as consistently as possible", "They can bring people together in conversations about food", "They are willing to be creative in addition to an attention to detail", "They are able to make meals to help the crewmates lose weight" ], [ "They are old friends and the Doc is happy to let poor behavior slide", "The Doc respects the captain's position but say something if he thinks he goes too far", "The Doc never puts up with the captain, which makes their relationship very tense", "The Doc is the official mediator between the captian and the rest of the crew" ], [ "They are friendly but butt heads a little bit with respect to others on the ship", "The Doc expects to be waited on by Bailey", "They don't interact at all, it's a very superficial relationship", "They are old friends and like to go for a drink together" ], [ "It showed how dedicated the captain was to his ploy to get the cook to be more creative", "It made the rest of the crew angry that they did not have condiments of their own", "It took away from the weight allowances of the rest of the crew, showing how selfish the captain is", "It showed how little the captain thought of the cook's abilities, if he expected to use all of the ketchup he brought" ], [ "He is a tempermental man who wants everyone to stay out of his way", "He has good intentions but always has a bad effect on those around him", "He is a sly but fair man who pushes his crew to do their best", "He is a pushy person who gets on people's bad sides but thinks he has good intentions" ], [ "The Doc has to treat the crew for food poisoning because they are not used to real meat", "Bailey is renowned for his culinary breakthrough, and his future restaurant is a success", "The crew goes down in history, but not for the culinary feat", "Bailey decides not to open a restaurant so he can continue cooking on ships " ], [ "He is timid and unable to stand up for himself with the captain", "He is a reasonable person with a lot of skill who does not appreciate being pushed", "He is determined and dedicated, wanting to show the captain what he can do", "He appreciates the external motivation from the crew to always improve his cooking" ] ]

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[ [ "\"That's better,\" Winkelmann said, and took another bite. He said\n meditatively, \"Used with caution, and only by myself, I believe I have", "I sat, unfolded my napkin, and looked with hope to the electric\n warming-pan at the center of the table. Bailey served the three of", "\"I hate him,\" Bailey said with the simplicity of true emotion. He\n reached for the bottle. I let him have it. Sometimes alcohol can be", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "done splendidly as Drill Instructor for their boot camp. His heart\n was a chip of helium ice, his voice dripped sarcastic acid. The planet", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "an apt confederate of\nvis medicatrix naturae\n, the healing power of\n nature. Half an hour later I strapped Bailey into his bunk to sleep it", "\"Orders,\" I said. I poured us each some fifty cc's of rye. \"This is\n therapy, Bailey,\" I told him. He poured the fiery stuff down his throat", "man's pink cheeks bulged and jumped with his chewing. He swallowed.\n \"Belly-Robber,\" Winkelmann said, \"I had almost rather you served me", "mess compartment, we ate\n our meals in three shifts. That evening, going down the ladder to\n supper, my nose was met with a spine-tingling barbecue tang, a smell", "\"Only good food,\" Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised\n algae. He tapped his head with a finger. \"This—the brain that guides", "the crew, \"and ask him to step down here a moment.\" And the Cook would\n cheerlessly appear in the dining-cubby, to have his culinary genius\n acidly called in question again.", "to his nature. He never drank aboard ship. I had supposed that he'd\n exercised his option of returning his personal-effects weight allowance\n to the owners for the consideration of one hundred dollars a kilogram.", "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby." ], [ "no reason to reach for Mars. By allowing a colony of Chlorella algae to\n work over our used air, water and other effluvia, though, three tons", "\"Only good food,\" Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised\n algae. He tapped his head with a finger. \"This—the brain that guides", "The algae—dried by the Cook, bleached with methyl alcohol to kill the\n smell and make the residue more digestible, disguised and seasoned in a", "only arithmetically. Your first efforts were so hideous as to require\n a geometric progression of improving excellence to raise them to mere\n edibility. By the time we are halfway 'round the Sun, I trust you will", ", a book spooled in the\n amusement tanks of all but the smallest spacers. I trust, however, that\n no Marsman will undertake to review this inventory of refreshment more", "him while away the hours between the planets. Bailey, I knew for a\n fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of", "the algaeburgers with half a mind, and hurried back into his galley\n oblivious of the taunts of his crewmates.\nThere being only three seats in the\nSale's", "path to Mars. Each meal he prepared was a fresh attempt to propitiate\n the appetite of our splenetic Captain. Each such offering was condemned\n by that heartless man. Bailey began to try avoiding the Captain at", "in at Piano West in early May. In no special hurry, we were taking\n the low-energy route to Mars, a pathway about as long in time as the", "\"Try it,\" he urged the Captain.\nCaptain Winkelmann sliced off a corner of his algaeal steak. The\n color was an excellent medium-rare, the odor was the rich smell", "from aluminum tubes, and were glad enough to drop back to the\n groundsman's diet of steak and fried potatoes.\nLong before I was a boy in Med School, itching to look at black sky", "water, two pounds of oxygen, and one-and-a-half pounds of dry food.\n This isn't just a paragraph from the Spacer Union Contract. It's a", "done splendidly as Drill Instructor for their boot camp. His heart\n was a chip of helium ice, his voice dripped sarcastic acid. The planet", "his diet, a fruit known to us mariners of a more sophisticated age\n only as garnish for our groundside gin-and-tonic. And today we Marsmen", "oxygen would be conversant with the alveoli of every man aboard by the\n end of our trip. Every drop of water would have been intimate with the", "résistance\nwas again a \"hamburger steak;\" but this time the algaeal\n mass that made it up was buried in a rich, meaty gravy that was only", "\"You accuse me of driving a man to make bricks without straw,\"\n Winkelmann said. \"Very well, Doctor. It is my belief that if the", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "sufficient ketchup here to see me through to Mars. Please keep a\n bottle on the table for all my future meals, Belly-Robber.\"", "brilliant galleymanship. We were served, for instance, an\nersatz\nhot\n turkey supreme. The cheese-sauce was almost believable, the Chlorella" ], [ "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann,\n the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was\n Robert Bailey.", "\"Doctor, I must point out to you that it ill behooves the Ship's\n Surgeon to side with the Cook against the Captain,\" Winkelmann said.", "After a few minutes Bailey's sobbing ceased. \"Sorry, Doc,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You've taken more pressure than most men would,\" I said. \"Nothing to\n be ashamed of.\"", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "\"That only suggests atrophy of their taste buds,\" Winkelmann said.\n \"Doctor, you are excused. As are you, Belly-Robber,\" he added.", "Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. \"You think, Doctor,\n that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged\n man?\"", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "to his nature. He never drank aboard ship. I had supposed that he'd\n exercised his option of returning his personal-effects weight allowance\n to the owners for the consideration of one hundred dollars a kilogram.", "Bailey frowned, but kept his temper, an asceticism in which by now he'd\n had much practice. \"I've been working on the problem of steak, Sir,\"", "I thought about his question a moment. Winkelmann was good at his job.\n He persuaded his men by foul means, true; but it was all for the good", "an apt confederate of\nvis medicatrix naturae\n, the healing power of\n nature. Half an hour later I strapped Bailey into his bunk to sleep it", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "The Ship's Cook, the man who accomplishes the daily miracle of turning\n offal into eatables, is in many ways the most vital man aboard a", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "from aluminum tubes, and were glad enough to drop back to the\n groundsman's diet of steak and fried potatoes.\nLong before I was a boy in Med School, itching to look at black sky", "\"Bailey will have some fifty thousand dollars' salary waiting when we\n ground at Brady Station,\" Captain Winkelmann said. \"So much money buys\n many discomforts. That will be all, Doctor Vilanova.\"", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"" ], [ "Cooking aboard a spacer is a job combining the more frustrating\n tensions of biochemistry, applied mycology, high-speed farming,", "said. \"He eats well. We all do. I've dined aboard a lot of spacers in\n my time, and I'll testify that you set a table second to none.\"", "Captain and their Cook served to feed them so well. Most spacers embark\n on an outward voyage somewhat plump, having eaten enough on their last\n few days aground to smuggle several hundred calories of fat and many", "\"You are a spacer and a Ship's Cook, not a suburban\nHausfrau\nwith the", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann,\n the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was\n Robert Bailey.", "The Ship's Cook, the man who accomplishes the daily miracle of turning\n offal into eatables, is in many ways the most vital man aboard a", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "Each man aboard a spacer is allowed ten kilograms of personal effects\n besides his uniforms, these being considered Ship's Furnishing. As\n his rank and responsibility merit, the Captain is allowed double this", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThis was the endless problem of all\n \nspaceship cooks: He had to feed the men", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "water, two pounds of oxygen, and one-and-a-half pounds of dry food.\n This isn't just a paragraph from the Spacer Union Contract. It's a", "\"Only good food,\" Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised\n algae. He tapped his head with a finger. \"This—the brain that guides", ", a book spooled in the\n amusement tanks of all but the smallest spacers. I trust, however, that\n no Marsman will undertake to review this inventory of refreshment more", "men on ships think about, talk about, bitch about their food. It's\n true that Woman remains a topic of thoughtful study, but discussion\n can never replace practice in an art. Food, on the other hand, is a", "path to Mars. Each meal he prepared was a fresh attempt to propitiate\n the appetite of our splenetic Captain. Each such offering was condemned\n by that heartless man. Bailey began to try avoiding the Captain at", "memories of good food aboard with them. This trip, none of the men had\n lost weight during the first four months in space. Winkelmann, indeed,", "theory of forcing a Cook to make bricks without straw. The Captain\n had pushed too hard. He'd need that ketchup for the meals to come, I\n thought.", "the crew, \"and ask him to step down here a moment.\" And the Cook would\n cheerlessly appear in the dining-cubby, to have his culinary genius\n acidly called in question again.", "the ancient observation, \"God sends food, and the Devil sends cooks,\"\n Marsmen will recall what happened aboard my ship the\nCharles Partlow\n Sale\n." ], [ "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "\"Then he's beat the Captain at his game,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks,\" the crewman\n said.", "\"Doctor, I must point out to you that it ill behooves the Ship's\n Surgeon to side with the Cook against the Captain,\" Winkelmann said.", "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "Bailey stood up. \"Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?\" he asked.", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "path to Mars. Each meal he prepared was a fresh attempt to propitiate\n the appetite of our splenetic Captain. Each such offering was condemned\n by that heartless man. Bailey began to try avoiding the Captain at", "Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann,\n the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was\n Robert Bailey.", "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "\"Captain, you've gone too far,\" I said. Bailey, his fists knotted, was\n scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion.", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "Captain and their Cook served to feed them so well. Most spacers embark\n on an outward voyage somewhat plump, having eaten enough on their last\n few days aground to smuggle several hundred calories of fat and many", "After a few minutes Bailey's sobbing ceased. \"Sorry, Doc,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You've taken more pressure than most men would,\" I said. \"Nothing to\n be ashamed of.\"" ], [ "\"Thanks, Doc,\" Bailey said.", "After a few minutes Bailey's sobbing ceased. \"Sorry, Doc,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You've taken more pressure than most men would,\" I said. \"Nothing to\n be ashamed of.\"", "\"I hate him,\" Bailey said with the simplicity of true emotion. He\n reached for the bottle. I let him have it. Sometimes alcohol can be", "\"Sir, Bailey has tried hard to please you,\" I said. \"The other officers\n and the men have been more than satisfied with his work.\"", "\"Bailey will have some fifty thousand dollars' salary waiting when we\n ground at Brady Station,\" Captain Winkelmann said. \"So much money buys\n many discomforts. That will be all, Doctor Vilanova.\"", "Bailey stood up. \"Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?\" he asked.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "an apt confederate of\nvis medicatrix naturae\n, the healing power of\n nature. Half an hour later I strapped Bailey into his bunk to sleep it", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "Bailey nodded from his one-man cloud of gloom. I got a bottle of rye\n from Medical Stores and offered him a therapeutic draught. The Cook", "\"Orders,\" I said. I poured us each some fifty cc's of rye. \"This is\n therapy, Bailey,\" I told him. He poured the fiery stuff down his throat", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "Bailey, his hands fisted at his sides, nodded. \"Yes, sir. But I really\n don't know what I can do to please you.\"", "I smiled and took another bite. \"You may not realize it, Bailey; but\n this is a victory for the Captain, too. He drove you to this triumph;\n you couldn't have done it without him.\"", "Bailey nodded and smiled. \"Thank you, Sir,\" he said.", "him while away the hours between the planets. Bailey, I knew for a\n fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of", "\"Yes, sir,\" Bailey said, his face a picture of that offense the British\n term Dumb Insolence.", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "\"Sir, what in heaven's name do you expect from me?\" Bailey pleaded." ], [ "the cap. \"Ketchup,\" he said, splattering the red juice over Bailey's\n masterpiece. \"The scarlet burial-shroud for the failures of Cooks.\"", "sufficient ketchup here to see me through to Mars. Please keep a\n bottle on the table for all my future meals, Belly-Robber.\"", "Lifting a hunk of the \"steak,\" streaming ketchup, to his mouth,\n Winkelmann chewed. \"Just the thing,\" he smiled.", "But this was not the case with Winkelmann. His personal-effects\n baggage, an unlabeled cardboard box, appeared under the table at noon", "theory of forcing a Cook to make bricks without straw. The Captain\n had pushed too hard. He'd need that ketchup for the meals to come, I\n thought.", "\"That's better,\" Winkelmann said, and took another bite. He said\n meditatively, \"Used with caution, and only by myself, I believe I have", "\"Then he's beat the Captain at his game,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks,\" the crewman\n said.", "\"This, Belly-Robber!\" Winkelmann reached beneath the mess-table and\n ripped open his cardboard carton. He brought out a bottle and unscrewed", "Each man aboard a spacer is allowed ten kilograms of personal effects\n besides his uniforms, these being considered Ship's Furnishing. As\n his rank and responsibility merit, the Captain is allowed double this", "ration. He may thus bring aboard with him some forty-five pounds of\n books, playing-cards, knitting-wool, whiskey or what have you to help", "The product of Bailey's cerebrations was on the mess table at noon the\n next day. We were each served an individual head of lettuce, dressed", "to his nature. He never drank aboard ship. I had supposed that he'd\n exercised his option of returning his personal-effects weight allowance\n to the owners for the consideration of one hundred dollars a kilogram.", "of canned beer being church-keyed. \"He's done it, Doc!\" one of the\n first-shift diners said. \"It actually tastes of food!\"", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "mess compartment, we ate\n our meals in three shifts. That evening, going down the ladder to\n supper, my nose was met with a spine-tingling barbecue tang, a smell", "faintly green. The essence-of-steak used in these Chlorella cutlets had\n been sprinkled with a lavish hand. Garlic was richly in evidence. \"It's", "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed" ], [ "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "\"Captain, you've gone too far,\" I said. Bailey, his fists knotted, was\n scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion.", "\"It rather throws me off my appetite to hear how you muddle about with\n our food,\" the Captain said, his jowls settling into an expression of", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "\"Then he's beat the Captain at his game,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks,\" the crewman\n said.", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "is the Cook. This trip, the-man-you-love-to-hate was our Captain.", "path to Mars. Each meal he prepared was a fresh attempt to propitiate\n the appetite of our splenetic Captain. Each such offering was condemned\n by that heartless man. Bailey began to try avoiding the Captain at", "Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann,\n the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was\n Robert Bailey.", "Captain Winkelmann was not a reader, and had brought no books. Cards\n interested him not at all, as card-playing implies a sociability alien", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"" ], [ "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "After a few minutes Bailey's sobbing ceased. \"Sorry, Doc,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You've taken more pressure than most men would,\" I said. \"Nothing to\n be ashamed of.\"", "with the\n vapors,\" Winkelmann said. \"I do not expect from you hysterics, tantrums\n or weeping. Only—can you understand this, so simple?—food that will", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "\"That only suggests atrophy of their taste buds,\" Winkelmann said.\n \"Doctor, you are excused. As are you, Belly-Robber,\" he added.", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"", "I sat, unfolded my napkin, and looked with hope to the electric\n warming-pan at the center of the table. Bailey served the three of", "The product of Bailey's cerebrations was on the mess table at noon the\n next day. We were each served an individual head of lettuce, dressed", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "\"That's better,\" Winkelmann said, and took another bite. He said\n meditatively, \"Used with caution, and only by myself, I believe I have", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "irony. Our food would likely be bad the rest of this trip, but that was\n a price I was willing to pay for seeing destroyed the Willy Winkelmann", "\"That will be all, Doctor Vilanova,\" Captain Winkelmann repeated.\nBailey grew more silent as we threaded our way along the elliptical", "\"I hate him,\" Bailey said with the simplicity of true emotion. He\n reached for the bottle. I let him have it. Sometimes alcohol can be", "The algae—dried by the Cook, bleached with methyl alcohol to kill the\n smell and make the residue more digestible, disguised and seasoned in a", "\"Only good food,\" Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised\n algae. He tapped his head with a finger. \"This—the brain that guides", "appreciated. But you're not married to Winkelmann, remember. A year\n from now you'll be home in Ohio, fifty grand richer, set to start that", "theory of forcing a Cook to make bricks without straw. The Captain\n had pushed too hard. He'd need that ketchup for the meals to come, I\n thought." ], [ "\"Sir, Bailey has tried hard to please you,\" I said. \"The other officers\n and the men have been more than satisfied with his work.\"", "\"I hate him,\" Bailey said with the simplicity of true emotion. He\n reached for the bottle. I let him have it. Sometimes alcohol can be", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "\"Yes, sir,\" Bailey said, his face a picture of that offense the British\n term Dumb Insolence.", "Bailey, his hands fisted at his sides, nodded. \"Yes, sir. But I really\n don't know what I can do to please you.\"", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "Bailey frowned, but kept his temper, an asceticism in which by now he'd\n had much practice. \"I've been working on the problem of steak, Sir,\"", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "\"Sir, what in heaven's name do you expect from me?\" Bailey pleaded.", "him while away the hours between the planets. Bailey, I knew for a\n fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of", "an apt confederate of\nvis medicatrix naturae\n, the healing power of\n nature. Half an hour later I strapped Bailey into his bunk to sleep it", "that looked\n and tasted like the vomit of some bottom-feeding sea-beast. Bailey,\n red-eyed and a-tremble, made no apology, and stared at Winkelmann as", "\"Remarkable, Bailey,\" I said.", "\"His plumpness is an unwitting tribute to your cooking, Bailey,\" I", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "After a few minutes Bailey's sobbing ceased. \"Sorry, Doc,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You've taken more pressure than most men would,\" I said. \"Nothing to\n be ashamed of.\"", "Bailey nodded and smiled. \"Thank you, Sir,\" he said.", "I smiled and took another bite. \"You may not realize it, Bailey; but\n this is a victory for the Captain, too. He drove you to this triumph;\n you couldn't have done it without him.\"", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "\"I wish he'd leave off driving this Cook,\" Bailey said. \"The fat swine!\"" ] ]

[ "Which best describes the relationship between Neena and Var?", "Who is the Watcher?", "How does the Watcher feel about Neena and Var's arrival?", "Why does Groz not want to go into the mountain? ", "What does Var think of The Watcher? ", "Which of these is not a lasting effect of the Ryzgas?", "Why does the story take place somewhere cold?", "How does The Watcher communicate with others?", "What is the significance of the title of the story?", "What is special about light in this story?" ]

[ [ "They are marrying out of familial responsibility more than love but are still happy to be together", "They have roughly equal footing in their dedication to one another", "Neena gets to make all of the decision in return for going with Var to stay with his people", "Var has convinced Neena to go with him after he won her in battle" ], [ "Someone who has been granted the honor of watching over the mountain region", "A man who was exiled from society because of violent tendencies", "An old man who has retracted from society", "An alien in charge of protecting the planet" ], [ "He is thankful to have company to pass his wisdom to", "He is a little disappointed to not have time to himself", "He is suspicious of any people who would enter where he lives", "He is thankful to have any interaction with other humans" ], [ "He does not want to get separated from his team", "He is scared of the wildlife that might try to attack", "He is nervous about the technology left behind", "He knows it will be hard to see the people he is chasing" ], [ "He respects him even though he is surprising", "He will trust him in any decision even if he does not like him personally", "He thinks all of his ideas are ridiculous", "He thinks his reputation is overblown but he thinks he is nice" ], [ "Climate change on the planet", "An increase in technological advancements", "Use of limited resources", "General fear between groups of people" ], [ "The history of the area is such that warmth and resources have been taken from the land", "A volcano has blocked light from the region making everything cold", "The mountains are the only place Var and Neena can hide", "It isn't actually cold, because of the lava" ], [ "Mostly through transference of heat and light", "A mix of many methods of communication", "Primarily with his mind", "By talking as the rest of the people do" ], [ "It references the old technology that is disturbed", "It is an image of the chase that Var and Neena are running from", "It hints to the great power of the Watcher", "It points to Var and Neena disrupting an area that is usually quiet" ], [ "It is traded like a commodity", "It is the only way the adventurers nowhere to go", "It can be manipulated by the people", "It is liquid-like in its composition" ] ]

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[ [ "Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her\n mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at\n Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. \"Follow? Why,", "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion; only by its echo in Neena's\n mind did he recognize it as a sense of guilt. He said stiffly, \"You\n don't blame us?\"", "\"Oh!\" cried Neena in involuntary alarm.\n\n\n Var sighed, shaking his head. \"It won't hold them for long, but it's the\n best I can do now. Come on.\"", "be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse\n was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the\n last days.", "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history\n briefly. \"We should have been safe among my people by now. And before", "Together they plunged into the curtain of darkness.\nAt Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. \"Feel that!\" he", "Neena shivered, even though the surrounding cold could not reach her.\n The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "and the city burned and burned....\nVar blinked dazedly in the shadowless glow of the ice-cave. His arm\n tightened about Neena till she gasped. He was momentarily uncertain that", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"", "Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, \"Thank you,\n Watcher.\"", "Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena\n saw that fifty paces before them the way opened out into a great rounded", "Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows.\n Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: \"Go\n back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!\"", "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "Neena reel against him until, summoning all his strength, he broke the\n grip of the illusion and the world seemed to right itself. The mist\n billowed again and Groz was out of sight, but they could hear him" ], [ "The other flashed white teeth in a smile. \"I'm the Watcher,\" he\n answered. \"Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "\"You have taken life in your own hands,\" rasped the Watcher. \"Who does\n that needs no blessing and feels no curse. Go!\"", "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "The Watcher eyed them speculatively. \"Before all,\" he said finally,\n \"this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if\n in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking.\"", "First Watcher. I did not see the sleepers, nor will any man until they\n come again, but I met their sentries, the sentinel machines that guard", "disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a\n tower of wisdom and strength. The Watcher was four hundred years old;\n beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy.", "are doing. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to\n guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves\n and on all men.\"", "\"You have an alternative,\" said the Watcher crisply. The two took their\n eyes from the black mountain and gazed at him in sudden hope, but his", "\"It is true,\" said the Watcher heavily. \"In my youth I penetrated\n farther into the mountain than anyone before, farther even than did the", "with his fist. It shattered and fell in a rain of splinters, sparkling\n in the light that poured from within.\nThey felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a", "It was starry night already when they saw the light from the Watcher's\n cave. The light shone watery and dim from beneath the hoary back of the", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"", "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher\n seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his", "Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, \"We have no\n alternative.\"", "made it only this far. It was farther than the Watcher had gone into\n these uncharted regions, and only the utmost alertness of mind and sense", "Hot food and drink were before them almost at once. The Watcher regarded\n them with compassion as their eyes brightened and some of the shadow of", "\"The Ryzgas also were men,\" said the Watcher. \"But they were such a race\n as the world has not seen before or since. There were tyrannies before" ], [ "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, \"Thank you,\n Watcher.\"", "looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher\n seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion; only by its echo in Neena's\n mind did he recognize it as a sense of guilt. He said stiffly, \"You\n don't blame us?\"", "Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her\n mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var", "Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, \"We have no\n alternative.\"", "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "\"Oh!\" cried Neena in involuntary alarm.\n\n\n Var sighed, shaking his head. \"It won't hold them for long, but it's the\n best I can do now. Come on.\"", "Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history\n briefly. \"We should have been safe among my people by now. And before", "Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at\n Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. \"Follow? Why,", "Var said, \"The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass.\"\n He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but", "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "Together they plunged into the curtain of darkness.\nAt Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. \"Feel that!\" he", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a\n tower of wisdom and strength. The Watcher was four hundred years old;\n beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy.", "Hot food and drink were before them almost at once. The Watcher regarded\n them with compassion as their eyes brightened and some of the shadow of" ], [ "Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows.\n Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: \"Go\n back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!\"", "\"To the mountain, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"And into it, if need be.\"", "Groz seemed to hesitate. Then he swung his staff up like a weapon, and\n for the two on the mountainside the world turned upside down, the", "Var grinned mirthlessly. \"We haven't much choice, since they're\n overtaking us. I have only one idea left: we can go where Groz may fear\n to follow us.\"", "It was black night, as it would really be when Groz and his henchmen\n reached this place; lurid fire spewed from the Ryzga mountain, and", "there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other\n direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to\n sense the thought of Groz. That thought was powerful, and heavy with", "\"I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the\n old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain", "Var strove to cry out that there was no time, that Groz was near and\n that sleep was for infants and the aged, but his intention sank and", "They plunged deeper into the mountain. And the shaking of the mountain\n increased with every step, its vibrations became sound, and its sound", "The glacial slope on which the cavern opened faced toward the mountain.\n It rose black and forbidding in the dawn as it had by sunset. To right", "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "\"It is true,\" said the Watcher heavily. \"In my youth I penetrated\n farther into the mountain than anyone before, farther even than did the", "They stood high on the side of the Ryzga mountain, and gazed at the\n doorway. It was an opaque yet penetrable well of darkness, opening into", "\"Don't thank me. I take no sides in your valley feuds. But now you are\n rested, your minds are clear. Do you still mean to go on to the Ryzga\n mountain?\"", "Then they felt the mountain begin to tremble. A very faint and remote\n vibration at first, then an increasingly potent shuddering of the floor", "between our families. But our flight was found out too soon. They cut us\n off and forced us into the mountains, and now they are only a few hours\n behind us.\"", "Var nodded somberly, thinking that an old recluse would in any case be\n able to do little for them against Groz and his violent kinsfolk.\n\n\n \"And what will you do now?\"", "Ready ... ready....\nThe sun-globe floated behind them, casting light before them down the\n featureless tunnel that sloped always toward the mountain's heart. Var", "\"A pity, indeed. I would like to help you—but, you understand, I am the\n Mountain Watcher. I must be above feuds and families.\"", "\"You have an alternative,\" said the Watcher crisply. The two took their\n eyes from the black mountain and gazed at him in sudden hope, but his" ], [ "looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher\n seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his", "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, \"We have no\n alternative.\"", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "Var said, \"The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass.\"\n He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"", "The other flashed white teeth in a smile. \"I'm the Watcher,\" he\n answered. \"Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the", "Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, \"Thank you,\n Watcher.\"", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a\n tower of wisdom and strength. The Watcher was four hundred years old;\n beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy.", "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "below, and I returned in time.\" Now for the first time Var sensed the\n power in the old man's look, the power of four hundred years' wisdom.\n Var stared down at his hands.", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "Var sent his thoughts probing beyond the curtain, listened intently,\n head thrown back, to their echoes that returned. The tunnel beyond", "Quickly, he impressed on them what he had learned of the structure of\n the mountain and of its guardian machines. Var closed his eyes, a little\n dizzied by the rapid flood of detail.", "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "The Watcher eyed them speculatively. \"Before all,\" he said finally,\n \"this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if\n in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking.\"", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he" ], [ "\"In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science\n that the race of man would endure them no longer. They made ready their", "the Ryzgas, there was lust for power, and atrocious cruelty; but such\n tyranny, power, and cruelty as theirs, had never been known. They ruled", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to", "such evil that for an instant he almost faltered. But the Ryzga's\n efforts, as he strove to free himself from the neural hold, were as", "world, compared to that the Ryzgas made and will make again.\"", "\"The Ryzgas also were men,\" said the Watcher. \"But they were such a race\n as the world has not seen before or since. There were tyrannies before", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "unsettling, and in part they were couched in alien and unintelligible\n symbols. But there was no block. Apparently the Ryzga felt no need to\n close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures....", "in its force. It was a lustful image of a world once more obedient,\n crawling, laboring to do the Ryzgas' will—\ntoward the stars, the\n stars!", "with an infant, he projected his thoughts into the other's mind. \"There\n will be no new beginning for you in\nour\nworld, Ryzga! In two thousand", "The tide of hate and sick desire rose up to drown all coherence. The\n Ryzga made a savage, wholly futile effort to lift the weapon in his", "and white fangs. The Ryzga recoiled, and the weapon in his hand came up.\n There was an instantaneous glare like heat lightning, and the monster", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "in stupefaction at the fallen Ryzga, then with something like awe at\n Var.", "naked bodies blackened and maimed from the hell of the workshops where\n the Ryzgas' might had been forged, eyes that stared white and half", "hope of new life on a world gutted and smoldering from the fulfilment of\n the Ryzgas' dream, without slogans other than a cry for blood.", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "crumbled. But if they are wakened, the mountain will tremble, and the\n Ryzgas will come forth.\"" ], [ "The two stood shivering together.\n\n\n The morning wind stirred, freshening, the fog lifted a little, and they\n heard a great voice crying, \"There they are!\"", "Neena shivered, even though the surrounding cold could not reach her.\n The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a", "ascents, sheets of traitorous glare ice. Place after place had to be\n crossed on the air, and both grew weary with the effort such crossings\n cost. They hoarded their strength, helping one another; one alone might", "\"Wait,\" he commanded. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to\n the crags that loomed over the pass, and to the frozen ground underfoot.", "Inside the cave it was warm as summer. Var saw with some surprise that\n all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast", "\"I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the\n old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain", "But this was no time for shyness. Var eyed the ice-curtain closely to\n make sure that it was real, not dream-stuff; then he struck it boldly", "glacier, and as they came nearer they saw why: the cave entrance was\n sealed by a sheet of ice, a frozen waterfall that fell motionless from\n the rocks above. They heard no sound.", "The two young people stared for a long minute, intrigued and fearful.\n Both had heard of this place, and the ancient who lived there to keep", "\"We need a little rest out of the cold,\" said Var. \"And food, if you can\n spare it. We're pursued.\"", "There was a liquid tinkling as the ice-curtain collapsed; the fresh\n breeze of morning swept into the cave. The youth beckoned to them, and\n they followed him outside.", "there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other\n direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to\n sense the thought of Groz. That thought was powerful, and heavy with", "own limbs, his face was a numb mask. Dully he heard the old man say,\n \"You are tired. Best sleep until morning.\"", "The glacial slope on which the cavern opened faced toward the mountain.\n It rose black and forbidding in the dawn as it had by sunset. To right", "between our families. But our flight was found out too soon. They cut us\n off and forced us into the mountains, and now they are only a few hours\n behind us.\"", "and the city burned and burned....\nVar blinked dazedly in the shadowless glow of the ice-cave. His arm\n tightened about Neena till she gasped. He was momentarily uncertain that", "Then they felt the mountain begin to tremble. A very faint and remote\n vibration at first, then an increasingly potent shuddering of the floor", "lengthening icicles. The old man gazed at his work for a moment, then\n turned questioningly to the young pair.", "against melting by the Watcher's will. Light blazed in reflections from\n the ice walls, till there was no shadow in the place. Behind them began", "\"To the mountain, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"And into it, if need be.\"" ], [ "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "The other flashed white teeth in a smile. \"I'm the Watcher,\" he\n answered. \"Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher\n seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his", "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "The Watcher eyed them speculatively. \"Before all,\" he said finally,\n \"this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if\n in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking.\"", "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "\"From the memories that the old Watchers have left here, and from the\n memories of dead men that still echo in the air, I have gathered a", "First Watcher. I did not see the sleepers, nor will any man until they\n come again, but I met their sentries, the sentinel machines that guard", "with his fist. It shattered and fell in a rain of splinters, sparkling\n in the light that poured from within.\nThey felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a", "It was starry night already when they saw the light from the Watcher's\n cave. The light shone watery and dim from beneath the hoary back of the", "\"You have taken life in your own hands,\" rasped the Watcher. \"Who does\n that needs no blessing and feels no curse. Go!\"", "disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a\n tower of wisdom and strength. The Watcher was four hundred years old;\n beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy.", "\"You have an alternative,\" said the Watcher crisply. The two took their\n eyes from the black mountain and gazed at him in sudden hope, but his", "are doing. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to\n guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves\n and on all men.\"", "Var said, \"The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass.\"\n He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but", "\"It is true,\" said the Watcher heavily. \"In my youth I penetrated\n farther into the mountain than anyone before, farther even than did the", "Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, \"We have no\n alternative.\"", "made it only this far. It was farther than the Watcher had gone into\n these uncharted regions, and only the utmost alertness of mind and sense", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"" ], [ "\"I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the\n old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain", "own limbs, his face was a numb mask. Dully he heard the old man say,\n \"You are tired. Best sleep until morning.\"", "The two stood shivering together.\n\n\n The morning wind stirred, freshening, the fog lifted a little, and they\n heard a great voice crying, \"There they are!\"", "The two young people stared for a long minute, intrigued and fearful.\n Both had heard of this place, and the ancient who lived there to keep", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "The other flashed white teeth in a smile. \"I'm the Watcher,\" he\n answered. \"Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the", "Then, unbelievably, the thunder fell silent, and the silence swept\n outward like a wave, from ruined street to street. The mouths that had", "The old man grinned toothlessly. \"Never fear. Asleep or awake, I watch.\n Come in! You're letting in the wind.\"", "there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other\n direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to\n sense the thought of Groz. That thought was powerful, and heavy with", "She was beautiful and defiant, facing the red sunset and the black\n mountain. Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. He", "conditions that made him great were gone. The survivors must be\n something else—capacities undeveloped by our science—after us the end\n of man, the beginning.... But those of us who chose to die were right.\"", "cried desolately—\nwait!\nThen the whole city, the dark tumuli of its buildings and its leaping\n fires and tormented faces, and the black sky over it, seemed to twist", "ascents, sheets of traitorous glare ice. Place after place had to be\n crossed on the air, and both grew weary with the effort such crossings\n cost. They hoarded their strength, helping one another; one alone might", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "had passed through to light up the depths beyond. For within the\n mountain something snapped suddenly alert—something alive yet not\n living, seeing yet blind. They felt light-sensitive cells tingle in", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "\"Do you believe that?\"\n\n\n \"As one believes stories.\"", "below, and I returned in time.\" Now for the first time Var sensed the\n power in the old man's look, the power of four hundred years' wisdom.\n Var stared down at his hands.", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "their machineless culture. In all the brilliant space there was no life.\n They looked at one another, the same thought coming to both at once:\n perhaps, after two thousand years, the masters were dead after all, and" ], [ "had passed through to light up the depths beyond. For within the\n mountain something snapped suddenly alert—something alive yet not\n living, seeing yet blind. They felt light-sensitive cells tingle in", "Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena\n saw that fifty paces before them the way opened out into a great rounded", "It was starry night already when they saw the light from the Watcher's\n cave. The light shone watery and dim from beneath the hoary back of the", "Ready ... ready....\nThe sun-globe floated behind them, casting light before them down the\n featureless tunnel that sloped always toward the mountain's heart. Var", "with his fist. It shattered and fell in a rain of splinters, sparkling\n in the light that poured from within.\nThey felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a", "Along lightless streets, half choked with rubble and with the dead,\n poured a mad, hating horde. The recurrent flashes lit scarred faces,", "light flicked on and off in changing patterns, registering the\n progressive changes in the vast complex of mechanisms for which this\n must be the central control station. Behind those boards circuits opened", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "room that was likewise ablaze with light. Cautiously they crept forward\n to the threshold of that chamber at the mountain's heart.", "Between wall and wall a blinding spindle of flame sprang into being,\n pulsed briefly with radiant energy that pained the eyes, and went out.\n The immaterial globe of light danced on before them.", "against melting by the Watcher's will. Light blazed in reflections from\n the ice walls, till there was no shadow in the place. Behind them began", "The two young people stared for a long minute, intrigued and fearful.\n Both had heard of this place, and the ancient who lived there to keep", "They stood high on the side of the Ryzga mountain, and gazed at the\n doorway. It was an opaque yet penetrable well of darkness, opening into", "shouted their wrath were speechless, and the rage-blinded eyes were\n lifted in sudden awe. From the center, over the citadel, an immense\n white globe soared upward, rising swiftly without sound.", "Its roof was vaulted; its circular walls were lined with panels studded\n with gleaming control buttons, levers, colored lights. As they watched", "Then, unbelievably, the thunder fell silent, and the silence swept\n outward like a wave, from ruined street to street. The mouths that had", "slanted steeply downward. Var's hands moved, molding a radiant globe\n from the feeble sunshine that straggled through the fog-bank. With an", "darkness—that, and the blue-white lightning flashes that silhouetted\n the naked skeletons of buildings and were followed by thunder and a\n shaking of the earth.", "Inside the cave it was warm as summer. Var saw with some surprise that\n all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast", "there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other\n direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to\n sense the thought of Groz. That thought was powerful, and heavy with" ] ]

[ "When does Stephen Cave think the general public will react to the role of AI?", "Which of these does Stephen think is a strong benefit of AIs in jobs?", "Which does Stephen think is a useful impact of AIs in a broad context?", "How would Stephen compare humans and machines?", "Which is the most likely social consequence of AIs?", "Which best describes Stephen's vision for the future of innovation?", "What does Stephen think is the most important impact of trying to be more efficient in using resources?" ]

[ [ "Once they realize they can lose money if they are not in the AI industry", "Once they realize that AI can be dangerous", "Once they think jobs are being lost to AIs", "Once the AI companies have a larger share of the general market" ], [ "They are an easy way to keep an eye on employees to make sure they are doing what needs to be done", "To automate a lot of reports and make communication easier", "To let people spend their time in jobs doing things they want to do", "They can support employees with disabilities who have to do a lot of tech work" ], [ "They can have a strong moral impact on the communities they interact with", "They will allow us to put the social frameworks we live in under a microscope", "They will boost the economy all over the world", "There can be regulation that can help people decide how to shape the future" ], [ "He thinks they are similar enough that a conflict will arise", "They are complementary in their abilities and can benefit from one another", "They operate with similar systems of intelligence but to entirely different ends", "Humans are at risk of losing access to knowledge if they let machines take over most tasks" ], [ "The AI developers will be able to shape societal structures as they see fit", "There will be an overwhelming amount of regulation that will add control to people's lives", "Over-reliance on technology might cause some loss of valuable intuition from educated people", "There will be no jobs left for humans to complete if AIs continue developing" ], [ "He thinks innovation should be led by the AI developers but checked by people in other industrues", "The regulation of technological development will provide the necessary structure for successful innovation", "He says that international connections are the only way true innovation will happen over time", "He wants people to be responsible and held accountable by different kinds of people" ], [ "It is cheaper for any technology to operate if it has to rely on fewer resources", "The resources availalbe on the Earth are finite and are running low enough to possibly impede technological progress", "The earth has been hurt by previous technological developments and it could be partly counteracted", "Having fewer cars on the road would mean a safer environment for most drivers" ] ]

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We know that", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "but technology and automation more generally is that we, as", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "And until now, people have been fairly shy about describing", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "AI. It's well known that Japan is very accepting of", "AI: what's the worst that could happen?", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "of AIs, we think solving a particular problem would require", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "AI. It's well known that Japan is very accepting of", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "us to see AIs in terms of agents. We anthropomorphise", "idea of what AI is too much. And too many", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "but technology and automation more generally is that we, as", "this technology. And that we essentially become deskilled. There's an" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "example. 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But when we talk about AI, we", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "AI: what's the worst that could happen?", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "is purely hereditary, we’d build an AI, and it would", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "us to see AIs in terms of agents. We anthropomorphise", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "of AIs, we think solving a particular problem would require", "AI companies, and in particular the big tech companies," ], [ "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "into some kind of vision of the future in which this", "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "technology at any point. And so my impression is that", "Industrial Revolution. That's my main utopian hope, I guess.", "I hope is that this new technological revolution enables us to", "and I think will help to shape the future.", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "But the reality is, we are creating a whole", "ideas, new conclusions, together. But the first step is learning", "technology for is to enhance ourselves, to increase our capacities.", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "technology, or that individual system. So for example if we", "one. That's a very utopian thought and not terribly", "Their conversation has been edited.\nHarry Armstrong: Do you see the interdisciplinary nature of the centre as one of its key values and one of the key impacts you hope it will have on the field?", "going to evolve. The reality is, societies are much too", "example, developing a culture of responsible innovation. For example, a", "we are going to influence the technology. So, for example,", "We want to create a space where many different", "virtual reality. And then you could imagine all sorts of" ], [ "we can live much more resource-efficiently, because we are living", "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "living more intelligently through using these tools. And therefore can", "And this is important, partly because we need to", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "efficiently. The idea that driverless cars that are shared, basically", "And I think the more we understand a technology's", "technology at any point. And so my impression is that", "It's just one example, but the idea that we", "But the reality is, we are creating a whole", "one. That's a very utopian thought and not terribly", "then consciously try to shape those things, the more we", "but technology and automation more generally is that we, as", "Industrial Revolution. That's my main utopian hope, I guess.", "from reaping the benefits, which are enormous. I think that's", "deskilling and about becoming dependent. And it is entirely possible", "at the same time, most of what we're using technology", "technology, or that individual system. So for example if we", "At a recent talk, Naomi Klein said that addressing the" ] ]

[ "Why do the Vegans want the humans to be involved in their political struggle?", "What likely happens to Crownwall after the story is over?", "What is the significance of the title of the story?", "Why is Crownwall the representative from Earth sent to Vega?", "Which is the best deccription of why the humans are feared by other alien races?", "Which is not true about why Crownwall was able to travel to Vega undetected?", "Which is not a reason Ggaran might have asked a bowman to shoot a soldier in front of Crownwall? ", "How do the others in the Council Chamber feel about Marshall and Crownwall's news?" ]

[ [ "They think their numbers will even the fight", "They see the humans as having a complementary skillset", "They are desparate and will try anything to change their situation", "They think the humans can add an unexpected element to their war" ], [ "He has to find a new line of work because he messed up so badly", "He works to rebuild the space travel technology that he eventually can share with other species", "He is left to help find a new path for the Earth government as his old work is no longer possible", "He is promoted for accomplishing his mission and continues to explore space" ], [ "It reinforces the importance of engine technology in space travel", "It refers to the way the Vegans rule their territories", "It hints toward the types of political negotiations that will happen", "It points to how the alien races see the humans" ], [ "He was the only one who was willing to undergo the time travel procedure", "He was the only one without connections on Earth, making it easier for him to take time away", "He was the default choice once the humans determined that Marshall was not fit for the job", "He was a reasonable option given his prior leadership experience on missions" ], [ "Their technology and ideas develop at a rapid pace", "They are known to wipe out alien races with their time travel technology", "They have superior strategies to get past any race's defense system", "They have control of large amounts of bombs that can be used to destroy planets" ], [ "He was not technically moving through space in a typical sense", "He employed technology unfamiliar to the Vegans", "His ship's drive does not give off the usual traceable signals", "He traveled into the future so as to not need to experience the distance travel himself" ], [ "To show off his general power in the community", "To give the bowman a chance to practice his skill", "To punish the solider for his earlier misstep", "To demonstrate the use of traditional weapons in political situations" ], [ "They are disappointed that they will not have the chance to wage war against an alien species", "They are relived to not have a threat to handle but unsure of how to proceed", "They are ecstatic that all of their problems have been solved, and know they sent the right person", "They are unsure if they sent the right person to do their job because of the outcome" ] ]

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[ [ "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "blown into atoms if we don't. But\n from what you say, I'd rather be\n in bed with a rattler than have a\n treaty with a Vegan. They sound", "\"Oh, I didn't mean\nyou\nin particular,\"\n the Vegan said with a", "the Vegans hadn't appeared yet.\n Now, I didn't land—or\ndeliberately\nkill anything—but I'd be mighty", "reclined on a couch. Behind him\n stood a heavy and pompous appearing\n Vegan in lordly trappings.\n They examined Crownwall with", "After several minutes of silent\n consideration, \"It is an excellent\n plan,\" said His Effulgence. \"It is\n worthy of the thinking of The People", "ourselves. You Earthlings will\n make very satisfactory allies. What\n you request will be provided without\n delay. Meanwhile, I see no reason\n why we cannot proceed with", "to their position of power. Our race\n is much older than theirs. We were\n alone when we found the Sundans—a\n primitive tribe, grubbing in the", "\"Of course,\" His Effulgence said,\n \"we will give you any assurances\n that your people may desire in order\n to feel safe, and we will guarantee\n them an equal share in the\n government of the Galaxy.\"", "it, along with you—enough to allow\n us to\nbegin\nto make intelligent\n plans to beat the claws off the Master\n Race.\"", "\"Ggaran, you explain it to the\n Earthling,\" said His Effulgence.\nGgaran", "Earthlings, that is.\"", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "them develop to the point where,\n in their inferior way, they were able\n to reason, almost as well as we, The\n People, can. And then they cheated", "which we reported to the Sunda,\n that they would some day come to\n be numbered among the Servants\n of the Emperor. So we let you", "bowed. \"The crustaceans\n on Sunda—the lobsterlike\n creatures that rule the Galaxy—are\n usurpers. They have no rights", "across the Galaxy to meet him, to\n convince him that it would be sufficient\n just to quarantine you.\n When we had used your radio system\n to teach a few of you the Universal", "are human beings on Earth. But\n there is a way for us to be reasonably\n sure that you will behave\n yourselves. You will transfer to us,", "\"If you haven't been able to help\n yourselves for two million years,\"\n asked Crownwall, \"how does the\n sight of me give you so much gumption\n all of a sudden?\"", "tube with his eating orifice. \"You\n upstart Earthlings are a strange\n and a frightening race,\" he said.\n \"Frightening to the Sunda, especially." ], [ "\"Things may not be as bad as\n they seem,\" answered Crownwall\n complacently. \"After I got back a", "In silence, the others gathered\n their papers together and left the\n room, leaving Crownwall sitting at\n the table by himself. He shivered\n involuntarily, and then leaped to\n his feet to follow after them.", "\"There, you see?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"Our enemies are all\n gone!\"", "After several hours of travel, following\n Crownwall's directions, the\n procession arrived at the copse in\n which he had concealed his small", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless", "tell us how you did it, and we're\n partners.\"\nCrownwall\n lifted one eyebrow\n quizzically, but remained", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before", "\"It seems to me that we need\n no wordy assurances from each\n other,\" said Crownwall, and he", "\"\nHeard\nabout it?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"I was\non", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "\"I sincerely hope so,\" said\n Crownwall.\nRefreshments\n were served\n to His Effulgence and to", "quivering flesh of his back as he\n reached the upper level. Instantly,\n and unexpectedly to Crownwall,\n the threatening crowd dropped\n back fearfully, so that he walked", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "Race.\"\nAfter\n due consideration,\n Crownwall nodded. \"I don't\n see why not. Well, then, let me tell", "Crownwall nodded. \"In other\n words, you think that we Earthmen\n can break up this two-million-year-old", "Crownwall stamped out his\n smoke and ambled after the hurrying\n courtier along tremendous corridors,\n through elaborate waiting\n rooms, under guarded doorways,\n until he was finally bowed through\n a small curtained arch.", "the job, thought Crownwall, then\n it was a sure bet that Marshall\n wouldn't have a chance." ], [ "In silence, the others gathered\n their papers together and left the\n room, leaving Crownwall sitting at\n the table by himself. He shivered\n involuntarily, and then leaped to\n his feet to follow after them.", "had decided,\" said His Effulgence,\n \"that you might be useful to me—that\n is, that we might be useful to\n each other. I traveled halfway", "After several minutes of silent\n consideration, \"It is an excellent\n plan,\" said His Effulgence. \"It is\n worthy of the thinking of The People", "on\nit.\" He settled\n down comfortably on a couch,\n without requesting permission, and\n thought back to that first tremendous\n adventure; an adventure that", "At the far side of the comfortable,\n unimpressive room, a plump\n thing, hide faded to a dull violet,", "He looked around, glowing with\n victory, at the others at the table,\n then slowly quieted and sat down.\n He turned his head away from\n their accusing eyes.", "\"Mind your tongue,\" growled\n the guard. \"If you mean His Effulgence,\n Right Hand of the Glorious", "demonstrated an elaborate air of\n unconcern that he felt sure was entirely\n wasted on these monsters.\n The clashing teeth of the noisiest\n of them were only inches from the", "uncomfortable position,\" he explained.\n \"Wait. Let me show you.\n Let us just suppose that that runner\n over there\"—he gestured toward\n a soldier with a tentacle—\"is", "\"I don't get it. Why?\"\n\n\n \"Because you came to me.\"", "a civilian who has been so unlucky\n as to remain on the street\n after His Effulgence's entourage arrived.\"\n He turned to one of the", "In less than a week's time, if\n time has any meaning under such\n circumstances, they had flickered", "\"With his usual lack of imagination,\n he felt sure that we were safe\n from you—after all, there was no", "Race.\"\nAfter\n due consideration,\n Crownwall nodded. \"I don't\n see why not. Well, then, let me tell", "\"When the Viceroy of the Seventy\n Suns,\" said the Viceroy of the\n Seventy Suns, \"travels in state, no", "He leaned back on the cushion\n and spoke again to Crownwall.\n \"That's the trouble with these requirements\n of civilization. The men", "Crownwall stamped out his\n smoke and ambled after the hurrying\n courtier along tremendous corridors,\n through elaborate waiting\n rooms, under guarded doorways,\n until he was finally bowed through\n a small curtained arch.", "had a full measure of ceremonial\n words—\"he sees only those whom\n he summons. If you know what's\n good for you, you'll get out of here", "Ggaran stepped forward, already\n panting slightly. \"A man with knots\n in all of his ear stalks is in a very", "put his hands\n in his pockets. \"That's hardly\n possible,\" he said. \"It was only decided\n yesterday, back on Earth,\n that I would be the one to make" ], [ "\"You're doing the talking,\" said\n Crownwall. \"If you wanted someone\n from Earth to come here to see", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "Crownwall nodded. \"In other\n words, you think that we Earthmen\n can break up this two-million-year-old", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "\"Come closer, Earthling. I bid you\n welcome to my capital. I have been\n looking forward to your arrival for\n some time.\"\nCrownwall", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "\"I'm listening,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n \"We offer you partnership with\n us to take over the rule of the\n Galaxy from the Sunda—the so-called\n Master Race.\"", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless", "\"Could we have done anything\n else that would have kept you from\n landing on Earth and taking us\n over?\" asked Crownwall.", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "been manned by a dozen adventurous\n people, captained by Crownwall,\n and had headed out on its ion\n drive until it was safely clear of", "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "Race.\"\nAfter\n due consideration,\n Crownwall nodded. \"I don't\n see why not. Well, then, let me tell", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate", "reclined on a couch. Behind him\n stood a heavy and pompous appearing\n Vegan in lordly trappings.\n They examined Crownwall with", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance." ], [ "Each race settles on the\n planets that best suit it. Each of\n those planets is quite capable of defending\n itself from raids, or even\n large-scale assaults that would result", "\"Your silly little planet was carefully\n examined at long range in a\n routine investigation just about fifty\n thousand years ago. There were", "\"For more than two million\n years we have waited for the opportunity\n for revenge. And now\n that you have entered space, that\n opportunity is at hand.\"", "\"Intelligence is very rare in the\n Galaxy. In all, it has been found\n only fifteen times. The other races\n we have watched develop, and", "\"Your reaction was savage,\" said\n Ggaran, his tentacles stiffening\n with shock at the memory. \"You\n bloody-minded Earthlings must\n have been aware of the terrible\n danger.\"", "When you showed up in the\n spaceways, it was decreed that you\n had to be stopped at once. There\n was even serious discussion of destroying\n Earth out of hand, while", "to their position of power. Our race\n is much older than theirs. We were\n alone when we found the Sundans—a\n primitive tribe, grubbing in the", "ourselves. You Earthlings will\n make very satisfactory allies. What\n you request will be provided without\n delay. Meanwhile, I see no reason\n why we cannot proceed with", "\"Would that have been so bad?\"\n said Ggaran. \"We can't tolerate\n wild and warlike races running free\n and uncontrolled in the Galaxy.\n Once was enough for that.\"", "located your planet quickly enough,\n and confirmed that you were a new\n race. But by the time we could\n try to set up communications and\n send ambassadors, you had already", "tube with his eating orifice. \"You\n upstart Earthlings are a strange\n and a frightening race,\" he said.\n \"Frightening to the Sunda, especially.", "slavered, but he had never before\n seen it done. These humanoids had\n large mouths and sharp teeth, and\n they unquestionably slavered. He", "\"They're gone without trace—\nall\n of them\n!\" he cried. \"I went clear\n to Sunda and there's no sign of\n intelligent life anywhere! We're all\n alone now!\"", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate", "space of time. But even that isn't\n the most disconcerting item of your\n development. As an Earthling, you\n have heard of the details of the", "mud at the edge of their shallow\n seas, unable even to reason. In\n those days we were desperately\n lonely. We needed companionship\n among the stars, and we helped", "than two score alien ships of space\n closing in on them—ships that\n were swifter and more maneuverable\n than their own. These ships", "across the Galaxy to meet him, to\n convince him that it would be sufficient\n just to quarantine you.\n When we had used your radio system\n to teach a few of you the Universal", "a little more often.\" He stifled\n a shudder of distaste. \"Tell me,\n Your Effulgence, does the Emperor's\n race—the Master Race—also", "are human beings on Earth. But\n there is a way for us to be reasonably\n sure that you will behave\n yourselves. You will transfer to us," ], [ "been manned by a dozen adventurous\n people, captained by Crownwall,\n and had headed out on its ion\n drive until it was safely clear of", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before", "\"You're doing the talking,\" said\n Crownwall. \"If you wanted someone\n from Earth to come here to see", "\"Exactly,\" said His Effulgence\n to Crownwall. \"You broke our\n blockade without any trouble. Our", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "Crownwall nodded. \"In other\n words, you think that we Earthmen\n can break up this two-million-year-old", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "After several hours of travel, following\n Crownwall's directions, the\n procession arrived at the copse in\n which he had concealed his small", "\"\nHeard\nabout it?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"I was\non", "\"Come closer, Earthling. I bid you\n welcome to my capital. I have been\n looking forward to your arrival for\n some time.\"\nCrownwall", "tell us how you did it, and we're\n partners.\"\nCrownwall\n lifted one eyebrow\n quizzically, but remained", "\"There, you see?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"Our enemies are all\n gone!\"", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking" ], [ "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "\"I'm glad of that,\" said Crownwall.\n \"Too bad Ggaran can't join\n us.\" He climbed into the chair beside", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless", "\"Of course,\" agreed Crownwall,\n bowing back. \"Kind of you, I'm\n sure. But what happens if somebody\n doesn't get the word, or\n doesn't hear your trumpeters, or\n something like that?\"", "Crownwall during the trip, without\n interrupting the smooth progress\n of the sedan. The soldiers of\n the cohort, the bearers and Ggaran", "In one swift movement the bowman\n notched an arrow, drew and\n fired. The arrow hissed briefly, and\n then sliced smoothly through the\n soldier's throat.", "\"It seems to me that we need\n no wordy assurances from each\n other,\" said Crownwall, and he", "one but my own entourage is permitted\n to watch. And my guests, of\n course,\" he added, bowing slightly\n to Crownwall.", "quivering flesh of his back as he\n reached the upper level. Instantly,\n and unexpectedly to Crownwall,\n the threatening crowd dropped\n back fearfully, so that he walked", "His Effulgence beckoned to the\n bowman to approach. \"Your results\n were satisfactory,\" he said, \"but", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "bowmen who ran beside the sedan\n chair, now strung and at the ready.\n \"Show him!\" he ordered peremptorily.", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "tell us how you did it, and we're\n partners.\"\nCrownwall\n lifted one eyebrow\n quizzically, but remained", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "\"Of course,\" said Crownwall,\n then added, \"It's too bad that you\n can't provide them with live targets", "He leaned back on the cushion\n and spoke again to Crownwall.\n \"That's the trouble with these requirements\n of civilization. The men", "\"Ggaran, you explain it to the\n Earthling,\" said His Effulgence.\nGgaran", "\"What business\nwould\nI have at\n the Viceroy's Palace?\" asked\n Crownwall. \"I want to see Ffallk.\"" ], [ "In silence, the others gathered\n their papers together and left the\n room, leaving Crownwall sitting at\n the table by himself. He shivered\n involuntarily, and then leaped to\n his feet to follow after them.", "\"\nHeard\nabout it?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"I was\non", "\"Nor do I,\" consented Crownwall.\n \"But your stooge here doesn't\n seem very happy about it all.\"", "\"There, you see?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"Our enemies are all\n gone!\"", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "\"Of course,\" agreed Crownwall,\n bowing back. \"Kind of you, I'm\n sure. But what happens if somebody\n doesn't get the word, or\n doesn't hear your trumpeters, or\n something like that?\"", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "quivering flesh of his back as he\n reached the upper level. Instantly,\n and unexpectedly to Crownwall,\n the threatening crowd dropped\n back fearfully, so that he walked", "\"I'm glad of that,\" said Crownwall.\n \"Too bad Ggaran can't join\n us.\" He climbed into the chair beside", "Crownwall stamped out his\n smoke and ambled after the hurrying\n courtier along tremendous corridors,\n through elaborate waiting\n rooms, under guarded doorways,\n until he was finally bowed through\n a small curtained arch.", "\"I sincerely hope so,\" said\n Crownwall.\nRefreshments\n were served\n to His Effulgence and to", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "\"Things may not be as bad as\n they seem,\" answered Crownwall\n complacently. \"After I got back a", "the job, thought Crownwall, then\n it was a sure bet that Marshall\n wouldn't have a chance.", "tell us how you did it, and we're\n partners.\"\nCrownwall\n lifted one eyebrow\n quizzically, but remained", "\"It seems to me that we need\n no wordy assurances from each\n other,\" said Crownwall, and he", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "he was escorted into the\n Council Chamber. He bowed briefly\n to the President and began to\n speak rapidly.", "back with his report before long.\n Why don't we wait and see what\n he has to say?\"\nMarshall\n was excited when" ] ]

[ "Why is Lane flying over Newyork at the beginning? ", "Which best describes the relationship between Lane and Colonel Klett?", "What does the reader learn from Lane's inability to identify a flag he sees flying outside a tower?", "Which is the most accurate description of the relationship between Gerri and Lane?", "What is the goal of the analogue computer?", "Which is the best description of Colonel Klett?", "How did Lane eventually find the Mayor? ", "Why does Lane want to go to Mars?" ]

[ [ "He intends to take over the city's government", "His cybrain has malfunctioned and sent him to the city", "He is on a mission assigned by Colonel Klett", "He cracked after being trapped after combat and needed to get out" ], [ "Lane relies on Klett when he can't make his own decisions independently", "Lane despises Klett for working as a cog in the government's machine", "They are friends and colleagues", "Lane follows all of Klett's commands blindly" ], [ "That he is colorblind", "That he wants to abstain from political conversations", "That he knows his city's flag but not those of other American cities", "That he is not well-informed on general politics" ], [ "Gerri becomes Lane's boss when he decides to go to Mars", "Geri despises Lane for what he is and tricks him to get him out of the room", "Gerri feels some kind of pity for Lane and tries to make him feel better", "They connect instantly and eventually become lovers" ], [ "To develop strategies for the Newyork Troopers in battle", "To predict what a cybrain's actions will be to counteract it", "To find an unexpected strategy against military forces", "To develop improvements on the cybrains" ], [ "He is ornery and a bit tempermental", "He is sly and willing to accept authoritative responsibility", "He is a liar and tricks Lane into helping him", "He is paranoid and does not want to take risks" ], [ "Gerri helped him plan his route", "He had some clues from Gerri and the rest was instinct", "The cybrain knew exactly where to go after he jumped", "The Mayor had a flag indicating his room" ], [ "To fulfill a mission he has been assigned", "To follow Gerri Kin, for love", "To have a chance to make his own decisions", "To learn more about a place that is not the Armory" ] ]

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[ [ "\"What you just said there,\n sir,\" said Lane. \"That's why\n I'm leaving Newyork.\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean?\" asked\n Colonel Klett.", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "window where the little red-white-and-green\n tricolor was\n flying. But they weren't aimed\n at Lane, either. They were\n shooting wild.", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "black dog was on Lane's back.\n Old Mayor himself was going\n to hear about it.\nWhy not? Ain't old Mayor\n the CinC of the Newyork", "Now a rumble of many\n voices rose from below. Lane\n stared down to see a large\n crowd gathering in Tammany\n Square. Sound trucks were\n rolling to a stop around the\n edges of the crowd. The people\n were all looking up.", "\"Lashing police with his\n vibray,\" said the announcer,\n \"Lane broke through the cordon\n surrounding Manhattan", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "Lane looked across the\n Square. The windows of the\n tower opposite, the ones he\n could see clearly, were crowded\n with faces. There were\n white dot faces on the balcony\n that Gerri Kin had pointed\n out as the Mayor's suite.", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "MUTINEER\nBy ROBERT J. SHEA\nFor every weapon there was a defense, but not against\n the deadliest weapon—man himself!\nRaging\n , Trooper Lane\n hovered three thousand\n feet above Tammany Square.", "Lane jumped to the window,\n looked quickly, sprang\n back. Cybrain pumped orders\n to his nervous system.", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "Then his head jerked up, to\n a distant buzz. There were\n cops coming. Two black paragrav-boats\n whirred along the", "\"Yeah, but—\" Lane shook\n his head and turned back to\n the window. \"All right, look!\n Move them boats away and\n I'll let this girl out!\"", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"" ], [ "\"I am, Lane.\" The voice of\n Colonel Klett was lower. \"I'd\n never admit it if you had a", "\"What you just said there,\n sir,\" said Lane. \"That's why\n I'm leaving Newyork.\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean?\" asked\n Colonel Klett.", "A voice spoke in his helmet.\n \"Lane, this is Trooper\n HQ. We figured you'd call.\"\n\n\n \"Get me Colonel Klett.\"", "Klett frowned. \"If I thought\n there was a gram of talent involved\n in your capture of the\n Mayor, Lane, I'd never release", "\"Colonel Klett, sir. You\n said if we captured the city\n government we might have a\n chance. Well, I captured the", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "Lane said, \"I'm going to\n Mars, too.\"\n\n\n \"Did she ask you to?\" demanded\n Klett.", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "Tammany Square inaugurating\n Newyork's new Military\n Protectorate, and honoring\n Trooper Lane. Now there was\n a formal dinner. Colonel Klett", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Lane looked at Gerri. \"How\n about giving me a kiss before\n they get us? Be nice if I kissed\n a girl like you just once in\n my life.\"", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two" ], [ "Lane looked across the\n Square. The windows of the\n tower opposite, the ones he\n could see clearly, were crowded\n with faces. There were\n white dot faces on the balcony\n that Gerri Kin had pointed\n out as the Mayor's suite.", "window where the little red-white-and-green\n tricolor was\n flying. But they weren't aimed\n at Lane, either. They were\n shooting wild.", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "The two police boats were\n hovering above the towers.\n Lane's mailed hand snapped\n open a pouch at his belt. He", "Lane glanced out the window.\n A section of the energy globe\n bellied out from above. It\n shaded the view from his window\n and re-entered the tower", "\"Well, you should have had\n brains enough to honor the\n flag outside this window.\n That's the Martian flag, soldier.", "battle again. A little red-white-and-green\n flag fluttered\n on a staff below the window.\n Whose flag? The city flag was", "sweat, he thought, hating the\n chill air-currents that threw\n his hovering body this way\n and that. He glared down at\n the three towers bordering on", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "three administrative towers.\n Tammany Hall. Mayor's Palace.\n Court House. Lane cursed\n his stupidity. He hadn't found\n out which one was which", "\"I am, Lane.\" The voice of\n Colonel Klett was lower. \"I'd\n never admit it if you had a", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "Now a rumble of many\n voices rose from below. Lane\n stared down to see a large\n crowd gathering in Tammany\n Square. Sound trucks were\n rolling to a stop around the\n edges of the crowd. The people\n were all looking up.", "the towers. A predatory excitement\n rippled through him\n as he sailed down through the\n air. It was like going into", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the" ], [ "Lane looked at Gerri. \"How\n about giving me a kiss before\n they get us? Be nice if I kissed\n a girl like you just once in\n my life.\"", "and Gerri Kin sat on either\n side of Lane.", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"", "Lane pressed the stud on\n his gauntlet again. He turned\n to Gerri.", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "Lane turned to the girl. \"I\n thought you were important.\"\nShe\n stood there with her\n hands together, calmly", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the", "Lane looked across the\n Square. The windows of the\n tower opposite, the ones he\n could see clearly, were crowded\n with faces. There were\n white dot faces on the balcony\n that Gerri Kin had pointed\n out as the Mayor's suite.", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "He recovered and saw Gerri\n a few feet away, dazed, groping\n on hands and knees.", "Lane laughed. \"Any of them\n purple-haired broads I know\n would be crazy scared. You're\n different.\"", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's" ], [ "the data into that analogue\n computer, you're finished.\"", "you from duty. But I\n know better. You beat that\n analogue computer by sheer\n stupidity—by disregarding\n your cybrain.\"", "The amplified voice from\n below said, \"The police analogue\n computer is now hooked\n directly to the controls of the\n blaster cannon battery. It will\n outguess Lane's cybrain and\n check his moves ahead of\n time.\"", "computer in the sub-basement\n of the Court House.\n The police analogue computer\n will be able to outthink Lane's\n cybrain, will predict Lane's", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "\"That's what bothers me. It\n calls for a revision in our tactics.\n We've got a way of beating\n those big computers now,\n should anyone use them\n against us.\"", "\"Exactly. The computer\n could outguess a machine, like\n your cybrain. But you introduced\n a totally unpredictable", "The cool cybrain surgically\n implanted in him was working\n on the problem. But Lane\n had no more patience. They'd", "churned in his veins, nerves\n shrieked with impatience.\n Lane waited for the electronic\n brain to come up with the answer.", "The cybrain jolted an impulse\n through his spine. Lane\n somersaulted. Cybrain had\n taken charge of his motor", "electronic brain controls his\n reflexes—\"", "Which way now? Looks\n like I got a chance. Old cybrain\n says fly right for the\n cannons.\nHe saw the Mayor's balcony", "He picked up the black box\n that generated his protective\n screen. Snapping it open with\n thumb-pressure, he turned a\n small dial. Then he waited.\n\n\n Again an enormous, brain-shattering\n concussion.", "Old cybrain, a gift from the\n Trooper surgeons, compliments\n of the city, would have\n to figure out which one. Blood", "chance to try.\" He raised a\n mailed glove to his mouth and\n pressed a small stud in the\n wrist. He said, \"Trooper HQ,", "A 3V set was yammering.\n A girl screamed. Lane's\n hand shot out automatically.\n A finger vibrated. Out of the", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "The little finger of his right\n hand vibrated in its metal\n sheath. A pale vibray leaped\n from the lensed fingertip.\n Breakthrough! The glasstic\n pane dissolved. Lane streamed\n through the window.", "A loudspeaker shouted into\n the room: \"Come out of there,\n Lane, or we'll blast you out.\"\n\n\n \"You can't,\" Lane called.\n \"This girl from Mars is here.\"", "He stepped up on to the\n window ledge. Automatically,\n the cybrain cut in his paragrav-paks.\n \"So long, outa-towner.\nNow!\n\"" ], [ "\"Colonel Klett, sir. You\n said if we captured the city\n government we might have a\n chance. Well, I captured the", "\"I am, Lane.\" The voice of\n Colonel Klett was lower. \"I'd\n never admit it if you had a", "A voice spoke in his helmet.\n \"Lane, this is Trooper\n HQ. We figured you'd call.\"\n\n\n \"Get me Colonel Klett.\"", "\"What you just said there,\n sir,\" said Lane. \"That's why\n I'm leaving Newyork.\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean?\" asked\n Colonel Klett.", "Klett frowned. \"If I thought\n there was a gram of talent involved\n in your capture of the\n Mayor, Lane, I'd never release", "Klett said, \"Call me an opportunist\n if you like, Miss\n Kin, my government will be\n stable, and Mars can negotiate", "Tammany Square inaugurating\n Newyork's new Military\n Protectorate, and honoring\n Trooper Lane. Now there was\n a formal dinner. Colonel Klett", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "\"Because they're afraid of\n the Troopers. You men did too\n good a job out in Chi. You are\n the deadliest weapon that has\n ever been made. You. Single\n airborne infantrymen!\"", "with it.\" He was a lean, sharp-featured\n man with deep\n grooves in his face, and gray\n hair.", "arms and looked at him.\n \"Do what you have to do. As\n far as I can see, you're the\n only person in this city that", "chance to try.\" He raised a\n mailed glove to his mouth and\n pressed a small stud in the\n wrist. He said, \"Trooper HQ,", "She was pretty and clean-looking,\n very out-of-town. She\n held herself straight and her\n blue-violet eyes snapped at\n him.", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "The voice of the commanding\n officer of the Troopers\n rasped into Lane's ear:\n \"Meat-head! You broke out\n against my orders!\nNow\nlook\n at you!\"", "Then his head jerked up, to\n a distant buzz. There were\n cops coming. Two black paragrav-boats\n whirred along the", "to plummet down, picking\n up speed. His mailed hands\n glittered like arrowheads out\n in front. They pointed to a\n particular window in one of", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "sweat, he thought, hating the\n chill air-currents that threw\n his hovering body this way\n and that. He glared down at\n the three towers bordering on", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window." ], [ "Lane looked across the\n Square. The windows of the\n tower opposite, the ones he\n could see clearly, were crowded\n with faces. There were\n white dot faces on the balcony\n that Gerri Kin had pointed\n out as the Mayor's suite.", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "loud bang. The 3V screen dissolved\n into a puddle of glasstic.\nThe Mayor.\nLane strode to the window.", "green is the action. Whatcha\n doing in the Mayor's room?\"\nThe\n girl pushed herself to\n her feet. Built, Lane saw.", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "City cops.\" Lane sneered. \"I\n busted out. I wanna see the\n Mayor and find out why we\n can't have time off. I don't", "over there.\" She pointed. \"See\n where the balcony is? This is\n the Embassy suite. If you\n want the Mayor you'll have to\n go over there.\"", "black dog was on Lane's back.\n Old Mayor himself was going\n to hear about it.\nWhy not? Ain't old Mayor\n the CinC of the Newyork", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "his lip.\nThe Mayor?\nHis head swung around and\n he peered at the 3V set. He\n saw his own face.", "city government. What do we\n do with it now?\"\nLane\n was uncomfortable in\n his dress uniform. First\n there had been a ceremony in", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "Klett frowned. \"If I thought\n there was a gram of talent involved\n in your capture of the\n Mayor, Lane, I'd never release", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "Now a rumble of many\n voices rose from below. Lane\n stared down to see a large\n crowd gathering in Tammany\n Square. Sound trucks were\n rolling to a stop around the\n edges of the crowd. The people\n were all looking up.", "Lane pressed the stud on\n his gauntlet again. He turned\n to Gerri.", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "Lane plunged forward. He\n heard the shouts of frightened\n men.", "\"You know why you were\n kept in the Armory, Lane? I\n heard them talking about it,\n at the dinner I went to last\n night.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"" ], [ "Lane said, \"I'm going to\n Mars, too.\"\n\n\n \"Did she ask you to?\" demanded\n Klett.", "Lane shook his head. \"She's\n got too much class for me. But\n I like what she told me about\n Mars. It's healthy, like.\"", "There was a pause. \"Your\n girl from Mars is right, Lane.\n But it's too late now. If we", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "A loudspeaker shouted into\n the room: \"Come out of there,\n Lane, or we'll blast you out.\"\n\n\n \"You can't,\" Lane called.\n \"This girl from Mars is here.\"", "\"Planet? Oh,\nthat\nMars.\n Sure, I've heard of it—you\n gotta go by spaceship. What's\n your name?\"", "She stared at him, violet\n eyes wide. \"The\nplanet\nMars.\"", "Gerri shook her head. \"Recognition\n for a new government\n takes time. I'm going\n back to Mars, and I think\n they'll send another ambassador\n next time. Nothing personal—I\n just don't like it\n here.\"", "me be killed. They'll actually\n risk trouble with Mars just to\n kill you.\"", "looking at him. \"I am. But\n you are too, to them. Mars is\n millions of miles away, and\n you're right across the Square", "\"When my grandparents\n landed on Mars, they found\n out that selfishness was a luxury.\n Martians can't afford\n it.\"", "\"What you just said there,\n sir,\" said Lane. \"That's why\n I'm leaving Newyork.\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean?\" asked\n Colonel Klett.", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "\"Well, you should have had\n brains enough to honor the\n flag outside this window.\n That's the Martian flag, soldier.", "\"Yes, sir. Sir, there's a girl\n here—somebody important—from\n Mars. You know, the\n planet. Sir, she told me we\n could take over the city if we\n got loose. That right, sir?\"", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"" ] ]

[ "Why do Arvid 6 and Tendal 13 want to take Nancy's baby?", "Why did Tiger die?", "What was Arvid 6's mistake?", "What does Tendal 13 mean when he says he pulled himself together?", "How does Tendal 13 feel about Arvid 6?", "How many times did Tendal 13 and Arvid 6 go to the Laughton's home?", "Who is John Smith?", "Who is Kanad?", "Who is Dr. Tompkins?", "What was Kanad trying to do when he was accidentally transferred back in time 6000 years?" ]

[ [ "They took the baby because it is not human.", "They took the baby to correct a mistake that Arvid 6 made.", "They took the baby to rescue Kanad.", "They took the baby for ransom." ], [ "Tiger died from an allergic reaction to biting Arvid 6.", "Tiger was poisoned.", "Tiger suffocated.", "Arvid 6 kicked Tiger to death." ], [ "Arvid 6 dematerialized in front of humans.", "Arvid 6 transferred Kanad back in time 6000 years.", "Arvid 6 crashed a car into a tree which killed a woman.", "Arvid 6 dropped the baby when the dog started barking at him." ], [ "Tendal 13 is a mutant with the capability of stretching his body parts. He means that he resumed a normal body position.", "Tendal 13 means he had to get his emotions under control.", "His body was literally in pieces. He put his body back together, likey with the power of his mind.", "Tendal 13 is an android with detachable limbs. He means his limbs reattached themselves." ], [ "Arvid 6 is Tendal 13's training officer. He respects Arvid 6.", "Tendal 13 thinks Arvid 6 is the worst partner ever. He cannot wait to be reassigned.", "Tendal 13 despises Arvid 6 with a passion. He is plotting to kill Arvid 6.", "Arvid 6 is Tendal 13's best friend. Tendal 13 is glad they work together." ], [ "One", "Four", "Three", "Two" ], [ "Mr. Laughton", "Tendal 13", "Kanad", "Arvid 6" ], [ "Kanad is Tendal 13 and Arvid 6's supervisor at the Ultroom.", "Kanad is Reggie Laughton.", "Kanad is the head of the whole galactic system.", "Kanad is the leader of the Mycenae." ], [ "Arvid 6", "Kanad", "Reggie Laughton", "Tendal 13" ], [ "He was attempting to take over the entire galactic system.", "He was trying to go forwards in time 6000 years.", "He was going through a rejuvenation process that transfers his soul into a younger body.", "He was trying to transfer his consciousness into a healthier body." ] ]

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[ [ "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "\"Thank God you woke up, Nancy,\" Martin said. \"I'd have let them have\n the baby.\" He reached over and smoothed the sleeping Reggie's hair.", "The figure of a woman ran from the house, retrieved the now squalling\n infant and ran back into the house. Once inside, Nancy slammed the\n door, gave the baby to the stunned Martin and headed for the\n telephone.", "\"I wonder why they want our baby? He's just like any other baby. We\n don't have any money. We couldn't pay a ransom.\"", "Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.\n\n\n \"What crazy things have you been doing since I've been gone?\" Tendal\n 13 asked.", "\"But there\nmust\nbe! I tell you I shot these men who posed as\n doctors. One of them was the same man who tried to take the baby this\n afternoon. They hypnotized my husband—\"", "these people. But at every turn you've got us more and more enmeshed\n with them. If that's adventure, you can have it.\" Tendal 13 sat down", "\"One of them was the same man!\" she cried.\n\n\n Martin gasped, sinking into a chair with the baby. \"I believed them,\"\n he said slowly and uncomprehendingly. \"They made me believe them!\"", "\"Reggie's pretty cute, though,\" Martin said. \"You will have to admit\n that.\"\n\n\n Nancy smiled. Then she suddenly stopped rocking.\n\n\n \"Martin!\"", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "Arvid 6 sighed. \"After what you just said I guess it wouldn't amuse\n you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident", "\"Nancy, for heaven's sake, of course I believe you. I'm trying to\n think it out, that's all. We should have called the police.\"", "\"Never mind the check, now, Martin. I see we're ready to go.\" He went\n over to his assistant and took the baby. Together they walked out the\n front door.", "\"I'm going with you,\" Nancy said, hurriedly rising and coming over to\n him.\n\n\n \"We'll go up and look at him together.\"", "\"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said\n in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred" ], [ "tried to get away with the baby.\" Martin leaned down and patted the\n dog. \"It was Tiger here who scared him off.\"", "factor in the equation—the dog, Tiger. And you nursed a dogbite most\n of the afternoon before it healed. And then you took your spite out on\n the poor thing by suggesting suffocation to it that night.", "dogbite, the Laughton dog died that night. His menu evidently didn't\n agree with him. Never did figure what killed him, actually.\"", "He sat up quickly.\n\n\n \"Where's Tiger?\"", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "were partly eaten by the lion in the bargain, although you dazzled the\n hunters, deflecting their spears. And then your zest for drink when we", "It was the chief's turn to shake his head. \"Your guess is as good as\n mine. There are a lot of angles to this case none of us understand. It\n looks deliberate, but where's the motive?\"", "if it hadn't. But to unnecessarily kill—\" The older man shook his\n head. \"You could have killed yourself as well and we'd never get the", "wearily and sank his head in his hands. \"It was you who conceived the\n idea of taking Reggie right out of his play pen. 'Watch me take that", "\"You're absolutely right. You didn't think. Crashing that car into\n that tree and killing that woman—that was the last straw. You don't\n even deserve to get back to our era. You ought to be made to rot\n here.\"", "The state attorney shook his head. \"I wouldn't be here if I had.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say you wouldn't. The pair must have crawled away to die God\n knows where.\"", "Then he was nearly bowled over by the discharge of the .30-.30. Dr.\n Stuart crumpled to the ground, the baby falling to the lawn. Dr.", "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "\"Getting back to the man who ran over the child and killed Mrs.\n Laughton. Why did he pretend to be drunk?\"", "Tompkins whirled and there was a second shot. Dr. Tompkins pitched\n forward on his face.", "seemed off balance and he backed up confusedly in the face of the\n snapping jaws. Then he suddenly turned and walked away, the dog at his\n heels.", "The car came on, crunched over the play pen, killing the child. The\n mother was hit and instantly killed, force of the blow snapping her", "If we keep Reggie in the house much longer he'll turn out to be a\n hermit,\" Martin said at breakfast a month later. \"He needs fresh air\n and sunshine.\"", "He reached into the pen, picked up the baby. As he did so the baby's\n knees hit the side of the play pen and young Laughton let out a", "dog threw himself at him, burying his teeth in his leg. Surprised, the\n man dropped the screaming child on the lawn and turned to the dog. Joe" ], [ "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said.", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!\"\n He snorted. \"I still can't believe I was ever that stupid. I only", "Arvid 6 sighed. \"After what you just said I guess it wouldn't amuse\n you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident", "\"You didn't have to come along at all, you know,\" Arvid 6 said.", "Arvid 6—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "Eventually there were some sounds from beyond the steel cell and\n doorway. There was a clang when the outer doorway was opened and Arvid\n 6 rose from his cot.", "Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.\n\n\n \"What crazy things have you been doing since I've been gone?\" Tendal\n 13 asked.", "\"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said\n in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred", "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "\"I can't get over it,\" the chief of police said. \"I've got at least\n six men who will swear the man was drunk. He staggered, reeled and\n gave the usual drunk talk. He reeked of whiskey.\"", "Hemisphere B, Quadrant 3, Sector I. Arrive his 329th Day.\nTB92167\nArvid 6 rose from the cot and the two men faced each other.", "6 said.", "and commenced his pacing again. \"Oh, I suppose Kanad's partly to\n blame, wanting rejuvenating at only 300 years. Some have waited a" ], [ "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "job done. As it is, you almost totally obliterated me.\" Tendal 13\n paced the length of the cell and back again, gesturing as he talked.", "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "\"It was only with the greatest effort I pulled myself back together\n again. I doubt that you could have done it. And then all the while\n you've been sitting here, probably enjoying yourself with your special\n brand of humor I have grown to despise.\"", "these people. But at every turn you've got us more and more enmeshed\n with them. If that's adventure, you can have it.\" Tendal 13 sat down", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "\"I'm sorry, Tendal,\" the man on the cot said. \"I didn't think—\"", "\"I hope I can count on that.\" Tendal 13 rang the jail buzzer.\n\n\n The jailer unlocked the cell door.", "who came to the Ultroom to be transplanted to a younger body—and then\n sending him back beyond his original birth date—\" Tendal 13 got up", "Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.\n\n\n \"What crazy things have you been doing since I've been gone?\" Tendal\n 13 asked.", "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "Tendal 13 shook his head. \"I haven't heard. The transfers are getting", "his chest. This gave him the appearance of being alert despite\n reclining. Even as he lay, his mouth held a hint of a smile.", "\"You remember the chief said it's all right to take him with me,\n Matthews,\" Tendal 13 told the jailer.", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "wearily and sank his head in his hands. \"It was you who conceived the\n idea of taking Reggie right out of his play pen. 'Watch me take that", "He reached into the pen, picked up the baby. As he did so the baby's\n knees hit the side of the play pen and young Laughton let out a", "\"I shot him in the legs. The other—the other turned and I shot him in\n the chest. I could even see his eyes when he turned around. If I\n hadn't pulled the trigger then ... I don't want to remember it.\"", "tried to get away with the baby.\" Martin leaned down and patted the\n dog. \"It was Tiger here who scared him off.\"" ], [ "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.\n\n\n \"What crazy things have you been doing since I've been gone?\" Tendal\n 13 asked.", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "job done. As it is, you almost totally obliterated me.\" Tendal 13\n paced the length of the cell and back again, gesturing as he talked.", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "Eventually there were some sounds from beyond the steel cell and\n doorway. There was a clang when the outer doorway was opened and Arvid\n 6 rose from his cot.", "Arvid 6 sighed. \"After what you just said I guess it wouldn't amuse\n you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident", "these people. But at every turn you've got us more and more enmeshed\n with them. If that's adventure, you can have it.\" Tendal 13 sat down", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "\"I'm\nreally\nsorry about that,\" Arvid 6 said.", "\"I'm sorry, Tendal,\" the man on the cot said. \"I didn't think—\"", "\"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said\n in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred", "\"I hope I can count on that.\" Tendal 13 rang the jail buzzer.\n\n\n The jailer unlocked the cell door.", "Tendal 13 shook his head. \"I haven't heard. The transfers are getting", "who came to the Ultroom to be transplanted to a younger body—and then\n sending him back beyond his original birth date—\" Tendal 13 got up", "6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!\"\n He snorted. \"I still can't believe I was ever that stupid. I only" ], [ "\"Arvid!\"\n\n\n Tendal 13 walked briskly through the door, snatched Arvid 6 by the\n shoulders and shook him.", "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the\n building.", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "\"Before we leave, Arvid,\" Tendal 13 started to say.\n\n\n \"I know, I know. You want me to let you handle everything.\"", "Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.\n\n\n \"What crazy things have you been doing since I've been gone?\" Tendal\n 13 asked.", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "Eventually there were some sounds from beyond the steel cell and\n doorway. There was a clang when the outer doorway was opened and Arvid\n 6 rose from his cot.", "So she called Mrs. MacDougal, the next door neighbor. Mrs. MacDougal\n was familiar with what had happened to the Laughtons and she agreed to", "these people. But at every turn you've got us more and more enmeshed\n with them. If that's adventure, you can have it.\" Tendal 13 sat down", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "job done. As it is, you almost totally obliterated me.\" Tendal 13\n paced the length of the cell and back again, gesturing as he talked.", "\"All right, all right,\" Arvid 6 said. \"I'll admit I've made some\n mistakes. You're just not adventurous, that's all.\"", "Arvid 6 sighed. \"After what you just said I guess it wouldn't amuse\n you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident", "\"Yes, I know, Mrs. Laughton. We've been through that.\" The sergeant\n went to the door and opened it. \"Say, Homer, take another look around", "\"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said\n in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred", "6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!\"\n He snorted. \"I still can't believe I was ever that stupid. I only", "He turned and picked up the gun and examined it again. \"Ever shoot a\n gun before, Mrs. Laughton?\"\n\n\n \"Many times. Martin and I used to go hunting together before we had\n Reggie.\"", "He reached into the pen, picked up the baby. As he did so the baby's\n knees hit the side of the play pen and young Laughton let out a", "Hemisphere B, Quadrant 3, Sector I. Arrive his 329th Day.\nTB92167\nArvid 6 rose from the cot and the two men faced each other." ], [ "The man who had laughingly told police his name was John Smith lay on\n his cot in the county jail, his eyes closed, his arms folded across", "self-consciously. \"He's proved a strange one, all right. He says his\n name is John Smith and he's got cards to prove it, too—for example, a", "\"John Smith. A rather prevalent name here, I understand. I\n manufactured a pasteboard called a social security card and a driver's\n license—\"", "Arvid 6—for John Smith\nwas\nArvid 6—had lain in that position for", "\"Nobody ever saw John Smith before. Even at the address on his\n driver's license. And there's no duplicate of that in Springfield, in\n case you're interested.\"", "\"Laughton? We're afraid to let him see him. All broken up. No telling\n what kind of a rumpus he'd start—especially if Smith started his\n funny business.\"", "\"One jump ahead of you. Dr. Stone thinks he's normal, but won't put\n down any I.Q. Actually, he can't figure him out himself. Smith seems", "\"Guess you're right. Well, Mr. Smith won't think it's so funny when we\n hang criminal negligence or manslaughter on him. By the way, you've\n checked possible family connections?\"", "his chest. This gave him the appearance of being alert despite\n reclining. Even as he lay, his mouth held a hint of a smile.", "\"Yes, I know, Mrs. Laughton. We've been through that.\" The sergeant\n went to the door and opened it. \"Say, Homer, take another look around", "He was a little taller than her husband, had piercing blue eyes and a\n rather amused set to his lips.\n\n\n \"Hello, Nancy,\" he said.", "\"One of them was the same man!\" she cried.\n\n\n Martin gasped, sinking into a chair with the baby. \"I believed them,\"\n he said slowly and uncomprehendingly. \"They made me believe them!\"", "Martin Laughton sighed. \"I can't understand why you believed him. It's\n just—just plain nuts, Nancy!\"", "\"Reggie's pretty cute, though,\" Martin said. \"You will have to admit\n that.\"\n\n\n Nancy smiled. Then she suddenly stopped rocking.\n\n\n \"Martin!\"", "English barmaid you became engrossed with at our last stop in 1609,\n when her husband mistook me for you and you let him take me apart\n piece by piece—\"", "So she called Mrs. MacDougal, the next door neighbor. Mrs. MacDougal\n was familiar with what had happened to the Laughtons and she agreed to", "\"And speaking of that night, you remember we agreed I was to do the\n talking. But no, you pulled a switch and captured Martin Laughton's", "He turned and picked up the gun and examined it again. \"Ever shoot a\n gun before, Mrs. Laughton?\"\n\n\n \"Many times. Martin and I used to go hunting together before we had\n Reggie.\"", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "The figure of a woman ran from the house, retrieved the now squalling\n infant and ran back into the house. Once inside, Nancy slammed the\n door, gave the baby to the stunned Martin and headed for the\n telephone." ], [ "and commenced his pacing again. \"Oh, I suppose Kanad's partly to\n blame, wanting rejuvenating at only 300 years. Some have waited a", "6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!\"\n He snorted. \"I still can't believe I was ever that stupid. I only", "\"Do you think Kanad will be angry about all this?\"\n\n\n \"How would you like to have to go through all those birth processes,\n to have your life germ knocked from one era to the next?\"", "\"If it had been anybody but Kanad nobody'd ever have thought of going\n back after it. The life germ of the head of the whole galactic system", "real punishment. In a way it was a reward—at least to you—getting to\n go back and rescue the life germ of Kanad out of each era he'd be born\n in.\"", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "Kanad back 6,000 years? 'My hand slipped.' As simple as that. 'My hand\n slipped.' It was so simple everyone believed you. You were given no", "\"Was Kanad's life germ transferred all right this time?\"", "\"Hello, Joe,\" she answered. It was her brother who lived in Kankakee.\n\n\n \"I'm going to take the baby for a while,\" he said.\n\n\n \"All right, Joe.\"", "Together they rose and walked around the room. They found him in a\n corner, eyes open, tongue protruding. He was dead.", "these people. But at every turn you've got us more and more enmeshed\n with them. If that's adventure, you can have it.\" Tendal 13 sat down", "\"Don't you think I know it?\" Nancy said tearfully. \"I feel like I'm\n going crazy. I can't say I dreamt it because there was Reggie with his", "\"As I've said, sergeant, this fellow hypnotized my wife. He made her\n think he was her brother. She doesn't even have a brother. Then he", "a week and we've all taken turns questioning him. He laughs and admits\n his guilt—in fact, he seems amused by most everything. Sometimes all", "\"I tell you, the man said he was my brother and he made me think he\n was,\" Nancy told her husband for the tenth time. \"I don't even have a\n brother.\"", "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "out of 1951 complete. Next Kanad transfer ready. 2267.\n Phullam 19, son of Orla 39 and Rhoda R, 22H Level M,", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "his chest. This gave him the appearance of being alert despite\n reclining. Even as he lay, his mouth held a hint of a smile.", "He was a little taller than her husband, had piercing blue eyes and a\n rather amused set to his lips.\n\n\n \"Hello, Nancy,\" he said." ], [ "\"You'd better get him, Dr. Tompkins, if we're to take him to the\n hospital. I'll stay here with Mr. Laughton. How've you been, Martin?\"\n\n\n \"Fine.\"", "Tompkins whirled and there was a second shot. Dr. Tompkins pitched\n forward on his face.", "\"I came as soon as I could, Martin,\" the young doctor said, stepping\n inside with the other man. \"This is my new assistant, Dr. Tompkins.\"\n\n\n Martin and Tompkins shook hands.", "him, making idle comment until Dr. Tompkins came down the stairs with\n the sleeping baby cuddled against his shoulder.", "attention. 'I came as soon as I could, Martin,' you said. And suddenly\n I played a very minor role. 'This is my new assistant, Dr. Tompkins,'", "\"Well, if Dr. Stone says he's normal, that's enough for me.\" The\n prosecutor was silent for a moment. Then, \"How about the husband?\"", "stairs, ready for use, fully loaded, leaning it against the wall next\n to the telephone stand.\nThe front door bell rang. He answered it. It was Dr. Stuart and\n another man.", "Then he was nearly bowled over by the discharge of the .30-.30. Dr.\n Stuart crumpled to the ground, the baby falling to the lawn. Dr.", "\"That's right. I'll get right at it.\" Martin went over to his desk,\n opened it and started looking for his checkbook. Dr. Stuart stood by", "\"One jump ahead of you. Dr. Stone thinks he's normal, but won't put\n down any I.Q. Actually, he can't figure him out himself. Smith seems", "\"Yes, I know, Mrs. Laughton. We've been through that.\" The sergeant\n went to the door and opened it. \"Say, Homer, take another look around", "\"At great length. They had a psychiatrist in to see me. He was a queer\n fellow with the most stupid set of questions and tests I ever saw.\"\n\n\n \"And you amused yourself with him.\"", "\"The baby—?\" Dr. Stuart asked.\n\n\n \"Upstairs,\" Martin said.", "\"But there\nmust\nbe! I tell you I shot these men who posed as\n doctors. One of them was the same man who tried to take the baby this\n afternoon. They hypnotized my husband—\"", "So she called Mrs. MacDougal, the next door neighbor. Mrs. MacDougal\n was familiar with what had happened to the Laughtons and she agreed to", "\"I can't get over it,\" the chief of police said. \"I've got at least\n six men who will swear the man was drunk. He staggered, reeled and\n gave the usual drunk talk. He reeked of whiskey.\"", "alone in his cell he'll start laughing for no apparent reason. It\n gives you the creeps.\"\nThe states attorney leaned back in his chair. \"Maybe it's a case for\n an alienist.\"", "a week and we've all taken turns questioning him. He laughs and admits\n his guilt—in fact, he seems amused by most everything. Sometimes all", "\"Laughton? We're afraid to let him see him. All broken up. No telling\n what kind of a rumpus he'd start—especially if Smith started his\n funny business.\"", "\"One of them was the same man!\" she cried.\n\n\n Martin gasped, sinking into a chair with the baby. \"I believed them,\"\n he said slowly and uncomprehendingly. \"They made me believe them!\"" ], [ "6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!\"\n He snorted. \"I still can't believe I was ever that stupid. I only", "real punishment. In a way it was a reward—at least to you—getting to\n go back and rescue the life germ of Kanad out of each era he'd be born\n in.\"", "and commenced his pacing again. \"Oh, I suppose Kanad's partly to\n blame, wanting rejuvenating at only 300 years. Some have waited a", "Kanad back 6,000 years? 'My hand slipped.' As simple as that. 'My hand\n slipped.' It was so simple everyone believed you. You were given no", "\"Do you think Kanad will be angry about all this?\"\n\n\n \"How would you like to have to go through all those birth processes,\n to have your life germ knocked from one era to the next?\"", "\"If it had been anybody but Kanad nobody'd ever have thought of going\n back after it. The life germ of the head of the whole galactic system", "\"Was Kanad's life germ transferred all right this time?\"", "who came to the Ultroom to be transplanted to a younger body—and then\n sending him back beyond his original birth date—\" Tendal 13 got up", "you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13\n reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back", "\"You're absolutely right. You didn't think. Crashing that car into\n that tree and killing that woman—that was the last straw. You don't\n even deserve to get back to our era. You ought to be made to rot\n here.\"", "\"I just wonder how angry Kanad will be,\" Arvid muttered.\nHB92167. Ultroom Error. Tendal 13. Arvid 6. Kanad transfer", "Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. \"Do you\n know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as", "again. And I hope I'll never leave there again though I'm rejuvenated\n through a million years.\"", "Arvid 6 sighed. \"After what you just said I guess it wouldn't amuse\n you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident", "work here. Medicine's too far along.\" He produced a notebook. \"The\n last jump was 342 years, a little more than average. The next ought to", "if it hadn't. But to unnecessarily kill—\" The older man shook his\n head. \"You could have killed yourself as well and we'd never get the", "\"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said\n in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred", "\"How well I know! How sorry I am that I ever did! It was only because\n I was sorry for you, because someone older and more experienced than", "Arvid 6, an amused set to his mouth and devilment in his eyes, watched\n the jailer's expression as he walked through the bars of the door. He\n laughed as he saw the jailer's eyes bulge.", "\"Your damned foolishness has gone far enough. I'm sick and tired of\n it,\" he declared. \"If you carry on any more we'll never get back to\n the Ultroom!\"" ] ]

[ "Why wasn't the narrator's compartment clean during blastoff?", "How does Pat feel about the narrator?", "How long was the author away from earth on this trip?", "What portion of the journey was spent in cryosleep?", "Why do Lloyd and Jones shoot at the narrator?", "How do the Martians reproduce?", "How did Martians get aboard the ship?", "Why can't the crew radio the Earth for help?" ]

[ [ "The crew ransacked the narrator's room. They were not happy to have a journalist forced upon them for this journey.", "The narrator forgot to secure his belongings when they boarded the ship. The gyroscopic spin knocked unsecured items all around the room.", "The force of the inertial gravities knocked unsecured items all around the room. The narrator did not secure his belongings when he boarded the ship.", "The gyroscopic spin caused the narrator to vomit." ], [ "Pat thinks the narrator is an idiot. He cannot believe the space agency allowed the journalist to tag along.", "Pat is highly annoyed to have an untrained passenger like the narrator aborad for this long, scientific journey.", "Pat thinks the narrator is simple-minded and tells him as much.", "Pat hates the narrator. Pat tells him to go to hell." ], [ "18 months", "17 months", "19 months", "16 months" ], [ "4 months", "They did not use cryosleep.", "6 months", "8 months" ], [ "After almost 9 months trapped on the ship together, the entire crew wanted to kill the narrator.", "Lloyd and Jones were hallucinating and thought the narrator was an enemy combatant.", "Lloyd and Jones were trying to scare the narrator. ", "There was an alien lifeform following the narrator." ], [ "The Martians are made of sugar. Once the body dissolves in the water a new body forms, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.", "The Martians reproduce the same way humans do.", "The red scales the Martians leave behind are like eggs. New Martians hatch out of the scales.", "The Martians are covered in red scales. The scales are shed. The discarded scales grow into new aliens." ], [ "Kroger brought two sugar crystals aboard.", "Lloyd brought two sugar crystals aboard.", "Pat brought two sugar crystals aboard.", "Jones brought two sugar crystals aboard." ], [ "Kroger broke the radio.", "Jones broke the radio.", "Lloyd broke the radio.", "Pat broke the radio." ] ]

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[ [ "My compartment is small but\n clean. I mean clean now. It wasn't\n during blastoff. The inertial gravities", "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", "Lloyd blinked, then nodded\n back and walked around the\n rocket. I heard a crunching sound\n and the shattering of glass, not unlike\n the noise made when one\n drives a rifle butt through a radio.", "Pat slept mostly all day in his\n compartment, and Jones sat and\n watched the screen revolve. There\n wasn't much to do, so I wrote a\n poem, sort of.", "Well, it's time for takeoff.\nThis time\n it wasn't so bad. I\n thought I was getting my space-legs,", "When I got back to my compartment,\n Lloyd had taken away the\n chessboard and all his buttons. He\n told me later he needed it to back\n up a star map.", "blasted off, though, and he's still\n with us. He looks a damn sight better\n than I feel. He's kind of balding,\n and very iron-gray-haired and", "the pilot's compartment, with all\n kinds of maps and rulers and things.\n He keeps bent low over a welded-to-the-wall\n (they call it the bulkhead,", "It's nice to have a \"down below\"\n again. We're going to land, so\n I have to go to my bunk. It's all\n foam rubber, nylon braid supports", "on the way to the galley (the\n kitchen) for a cup of dark brown\n coffee (they like it thick) and told\n me that we were almost past the", "was nearly buried in sand, but we\n got it cleaned off and running, and\n got back to the ship quickly. First\n thing we did on arriving was to", "maybe an hour; then the oxygen\n gauge got past the halfway mark,\n so I started back toward the rocket.\n After maybe ten steps, the rocket", "didn't bother me so much as\n the gyroscopic spin they put on the\n ship so we have a sort of artificial\n gravity to hold us against the", "There are five of us on board. A\n pilot, co-pilot, navigator and biochemist.\n And, of course, me. I've", "Moon. I asked to look, but he said\n not yet; the instrument panel is\n Top Secret. They'd have to cover\n it so I could look out the viewing", "We're taking extra oxygen, shells,\n and rifles. Food, too, of course.\n And we're locking up the ship.\nIt's later", "When he told Pat, Pat put it to a\n vote whether or not to jettison\n Kroger through the airlock. However,\n it was decided that responsibility", "for some reason or other)\n table, scratching away with a ballpoint\n pen on the maps, and now\n and then calling numbers over a\n microphone to the pilot. His hair", "and magnesium tubing. Might as\n well be cement for all the good it\n did me at takeoff. Earth seems awfully\n far away.", "Jones (I still haven't learned his\n first name) has been up with the\n pilot all day. He passed my room" ], [ "\"What the hell,\" says Pat, \"it's\n better than starving.\"", "\"Because,\" said Pat, \"if we tell\n them now, by the time we get back\n we'll be yesterday's news. This way\n we may be lucky and get a parade.\"", "\"The radio,\" said Pat, nodding to\n Lloyd, \"was unfortunately broken\n shortly after landing.\"", "but Pat swung one of his boots in\n an arc that splashed all over the\n ground in front of them, and they\n turned tail (literally) and clattered", "could call him Pat. I still don't\n know Jones' first name, though Pat\n spoke to him, and it sounded like\n Flants. That can't be right.", "\"Nonsense,\" said Louie, sipping\n carefully at a paper cup of scalding\n coffee. \"It'll be just like the\n public going along vicariously.\n They'll\nidentify\nwith you.\"", "When he told Pat, Pat put it to a\n vote whether or not to jettison\n Kroger through the airlock. However,\n it was decided that responsibility", "Pat slept mostly all day in his\n compartment, and Jones sat and\n watched the screen revolve. There\n wasn't much to do, so I wrote a\n poem, sort of.", "\"Which tunnel do we take?\"\n asked Pat, his eyes aglow at the\n thought of escape.", "blasted off, though, and he's still\n with us. He looks a damn sight better\n than I feel. He's kind of balding,\n and very iron-gray-haired and", "Pat says at least our vector will\n carry us to Earth and we can die\n on our home planet, which is better\n than perishing in space.", "is red and curly, and he looks as\n though he'd be tall if he ever gets\n to stand up. There are freckles on\n the backs of his hands, so I think", "Pat said maybe we can swim to\n safety. Kroger told Pat he was\n crazy, that the little island we're on", "Louie shrugged. \"So keep a\n diary. It'll be more intimate, like.\"\n\n\n \"But what if nothing happens?\"\n I insisted hopelessly.", "kind of squat, with a vulturish neck\n and close-set jet-black eyes that\n make him look rather mean, but he\n was pleasant enough, and said I", "\"We'll risk it,\" said Pat. \"It's better\n to go down fighting than to die\n of starvation.\"", "Kroger tells me that the pilot's\n name is Patrick Desmond, but that\n I can call him Pat when I get to", "Turned on my radio pack and\n got hold of Pat. Told him what happened,\n and he told Kroger. Kroger", "\"Simple,\" he said, as though he\n were addressing me by name.\n \"They have a twofold reason to fear", "know him better. So far, he's still\n Captain Desmond to me. I haven't\n the vaguest idea what he looks like.\n He was already on board when I" ], [ "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", "Times\n, which stated that this\n was the most likely time for launching.\n Trip time is supposed to take\n 260 days (that's one way), so", "maybe an hour; then the oxygen\n gauge got past the halfway mark,\n so I started back toward the rocket.\n After maybe ten steps, the rocket", "Here we are, somewhere in a\n void headed for Earth, with enough\n air and water left for maybe three\n days—if the Martians don't take\n any more.", "So I went on the first trip to\n Mars. And I kept a diary. This is\n it. And it is honest. Honest it is.", "that a week is all we were allowed\n to stay and that it's urgent to return\n and tell what we've learned\n about Mars (we know there are", "trip to Mars. He was always getting\n me things like that—appearances\n on TV shows, or mentions in writers'\n magazines. If he didn't sell", "Well, it's time for takeoff.\nThis time\n it wasn't so bad. I\n thought I was getting my space-legs,", "back at him and broke off a couple\n of scales. The Martian whistled\n furiously and went away. When the\n crowd thinned out, same as it did", "and magnesium tubing. Might as\n well be cement for all the good it\n did me at takeoff. Earth seems awfully\n far away.", "My compartment is small but\n clean. I mean clean now. It wasn't\n during blastoff. The inertial gravities", "on the way to the galley (the\n kitchen) for a cup of dark brown\n coffee (they like it thick) and told\n me that we were almost past the", "of suspended animation till landing\n time, eight months away. Kroger\n said, \"How?\"\nJune 27, 1961\nAir is foul", "Pat slept mostly all day in his\n compartment, and Jones sat and\n watched the screen revolve. There\n wasn't much to do, so I wrote a\n poem, sort of.", "my diary aboard, and towed the\n rocket to San Francisco. News of\n the \"captured Martian\" leaked out,\n and we all became nine-day wonders", "on Mars\nBy JACK SHARKEY\nSomebody had to get the human\n angle on this trip ... but what\n was humane about sending me?", "else. Right now I could eat a dinner\n raw, in a centrifuge, and keep it\n down. A Martian threw a stone at\n Jones today, and Jones threw one", "place no matter how much we spin.\n But there's some kind of a \"drag.\"\n I told him I hoped it didn't mean\n we'd land on Mars upside down. He", "over the last 177\n days or so, because there's nothing\n much new. I brought some books\n with me on the trip, books that I'd", "Also, I am one of the first five\n men in the history of the world to\n see the opposite side of the Moon," ], [ "Pat slept mostly all day in his\n compartment, and Jones sat and\n watched the screen revolve. There\n wasn't much to do, so I wrote a\n poem, sort of.", "Times\n, which stated that this\n was the most likely time for launching.\n Trip time is supposed to take\n 260 days (that's one way), so", "maybe an hour; then the oxygen\n gauge got past the halfway mark,\n so I started back toward the rocket.\n After maybe ten steps, the rocket", "of suspended animation till landing\n time, eight months away. Kroger\n said, \"How?\"\nJune 27, 1961\nAir is foul", "Here we are, somewhere in a\n void headed for Earth, with enough\n air and water left for maybe three\n days—if the Martians don't take\n any more.", "There are five of us on board. A\n pilot, co-pilot, navigator and biochemist.\n And, of course, me. I've", "on the way to the galley (the\n kitchen) for a cup of dark brown\n coffee (they like it thick) and told\n me that we were almost past the", "was pretty well divided.\n Lloyd had gotten the crystals,\n Kroger had only studied them, and\n Jones had brought them aboard.", "Well, it's time for takeoff.\nThis time\n it wasn't so bad. I\n thought I was getting my space-legs,", "We're taking extra oxygen, shells,\n and rifles. Food, too, of course.\n And we're locking up the ship.\nIt's later", "So I went on the first trip to\n Mars. And I kept a diary. This is\n it. And it is honest. Honest it is.", "Pat has declared a state of emergency.\n Quick thinking, that's Pat.\n Lloyd, before he remembered and\n turned scarlet, suggested we radio\n Earth for instructions. We can't.", "didn't bother me so much as\n the gyroscopic spin they put on the\n ship so we have a sort of artificial\n gravity to hold us against the", "\"It'll be the biggest break a\n writer ever got,\" he told me, two\n days before blastoff. \"Oh, sure", "My compartment is small but\n clean. I mean clean now. It wasn't\n during blastoff. The inertial gravities", "Kroger says there's only enough\n fuel for a one-way trip. I don't care.\n I've always wanted to travel with", "Lloyd blinked, then nodded\n back and walked around the\n rocket. I heard a crunching sound\n and the shattering of glass, not unlike\n the noise made when one\n drives a rifle butt through a radio.", "When he told Pat, Pat put it to a\n vote whether or not to jettison\n Kroger through the airlock. However,\n it was decided that responsibility", "my diary aboard, and towed the\n rocket to San Francisco. News of\n the \"captured Martian\" leaked out,\n and we all became nine-day wonders", "loaves were cooling, and when he\n got back they were gone. However,\n he did find a few of the red crystals\n on the galley deck (floor). They're" ], [ "That's when I heard the noise behind\n me. I was too scared to turn\n around, but finally Jones and Lloyd\n came running over, and I got up", "We look like desperadoes, what\n with the rifles and covered faces. I\n said as much to Lloyd and he told", "Lloyd blinked, then nodded\n back and walked around the\n rocket. I heard a crunching sound\n and the shattering of glass, not unlike\n the noise made when one\n drives a rifle butt through a radio.", "All at once, something gleamed\n in their hands, and they started\n shooting at me with their rifles.", "fired, but the shots either bounced\n off their scales or stuck in their\n thick hides. Anyway, they took the\n rifles away and threw them into the", "saw the real ship, and Lloyd\n and Jones waving their arms at me.\n They were shouting through their\n masks, but I couldn't hear them.", "Jones (that's the co-pilot; I\n didn't quite catch his first name) is\n scarlet-faced, barrel-chested and", "Lloyd had taken a shot at the scaly\n thing.", "\"Water must be dangerous to\n them,\" said Kroger.\n\n\n \"We shoulda brought water pistols,\"\n Jones muttered.", ". Lloyd\n caught one of the Martians in the\n firing chamber. We had to flood\n the chamber with acid to subdue\n the creature, which carbonized", "Jones says he'll go down spitting.\n\n\n Pat says why not dismantle interior\n of rocket to find out where\n they're holing up? Fine idea.", "when they're startled. Their\n attitudes aren't menacing, but their\n appearance is. And Jones says,\n \"Who knows what's 'menacing' in", "was pretty well divided.\n Lloyd had gotten the crystals,\n Kroger had only studied them, and\n Jones had brought them aboard.", "\"What was it?\" I asked Lloyd\n when he got to me.", "I haven't heard from Pat or\n Lloyd for a week. Jones was picked\n up attacking a candy factory yesterday,", "a while, and they veered off from\n my trail and followed another, very\n much like the one that had been\n paralleling mine when Jones and", "but Pat swung one of his boots in\n an arc that splashed all over the\n ground in front of them, and they\n turned tail (literally) and clattered", "which one we came in through,\n and neither can anyone else. Jones\n asked me what the hell I kept writing\n in the diary for, did I want to", "\"Simple,\" he said, as though he\n were addressing me by name.\n \"They have a twofold reason to fear", "mad at the way they got the rifles so\n easily. When we came upon them\n (a group of maybe ten, huddling\n behind a boulder in ambush), he" ], [ "The point is, bullets won't stop\n these things, and wherever a crystal\n falls, a new Martian springs up\n in a few weeks. It looks like the\n five of us have abetted an invasion\n from Mars.", "Martians, and they're made of\n sugar).", "looking at us and whistling at each\n other. A little Martian came near\n the edge of the water and a larger\n Martian whistled like crazy and\n dragged it away.", "Here we are, somewhere in a\n void headed for Earth, with enough\n air and water left for maybe three\n days—if the Martians don't take\n any more.", "rather square platform surrounded\n on all four sides by running water,\n maybe twenty feet across, and\n we're on it. Martians keep coming\n to the far edge of the water and", "Kroger is thrilled that he is\n learning something, maybe, about\n Martian reproductive processes.", ". Lloyd\n caught one of the Martians in the\n firing chamber. We had to flood\n the chamber with acid to subdue\n the creature, which carbonized", "We'll have to try it, I guess.\nThe Martians\n ate the bread.\n Jones came forward to tell us the", "Kroger says the Martians must\n be intelligent, otherwise they\n couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates\n present in the bread after\n a lifelong diet of anthracite. Pat\n says let's jettison Kroger.", "nicely. So now we have plenty of\n air and water again, but besides\n having another Martian still on\n the loose, we now don't have", "The Martians are made of sugar.\nLater, same day\n . Kroger\n said that the Martian metabolism", "back at him and broke off a couple\n of scales. The Martian whistled\n furiously and went away. When the\n crowd thinned out, same as it did", ". Kroger says\n there are two baby Martians loose\n on board ship. Pat told him he\n was nuts, but there are certain\n signs he's right. Like the missing", "There's a Martian guarding the\n entrance to our cave. I don't know\n what they intend to do with us.", "else. Right now I could eat a dinner\n raw, in a centrifuge, and keep it\n down. A Martian threw a stone at\n Jones today, and Jones threw one", "that a week is all we were allowed\n to stay and that it's urgent to return\n and tell what we've learned\n about Mars (we know there are", "Kroger says he must have dissolved\n in the water, and wonders\n what\nthat\nwould do. There are\n about a thousand of those crystal-scales\n on a Martian.", "Jones got the rifles out of the\n stream (the Martians had probably\n thought they were beyond recovery\n there) and we found the jeep. It", "and I'm very\n thirsty. Kroger says that at least—when\n the Martians get bigger—they'll\n have to show themselves.", "with the help of the aliens. Or maybe\n I should call them the Martians.\n Either way, it's better than what\n Jones calls them." ], [ "Here we are, somewhere in a\n void headed for Earth, with enough\n air and water left for maybe three\n days—if the Martians don't take\n any more.", ". Lloyd\n caught one of the Martians in the\n firing chamber. We had to flood\n the chamber with acid to subdue\n the creature, which carbonized", "rather square platform surrounded\n on all four sides by running water,\n maybe twenty feet across, and\n we're on it. Martians keep coming\n to the far edge of the water and", "my diary aboard, and towed the\n rocket to San Francisco. News of\n the \"captured Martian\" leaked out,\n and we all became nine-day wonders", "The point is, bullets won't stop\n these things, and wherever a crystal\n falls, a new Martian springs up\n in a few weeks. It looks like the\n five of us have abetted an invasion\n from Mars.", "looking at us and whistling at each\n other. A little Martian came near\n the edge of the water and a larger\n Martian whistled like crazy and\n dragged it away.", "Jones got the rifles out of the\n stream (the Martians had probably\n thought they were beyond recovery\n there) and we found the jeep. It", "nicely. So now we have plenty of\n air and water again, but besides\n having another Martian still on\n the loose, we now don't have", "Kroger says the Martians must\n be intelligent, otherwise they\n couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates\n present in the bread after\n a lifelong diet of anthracite. Pat\n says let's jettison Kroger.", ". Kroger says\n there are two baby Martians loose\n on board ship. Pat told him he\n was nuts, but there are certain\n signs he's right. Like the missing", "We'll have to try it, I guess.\nThe Martians\n ate the bread.\n Jones came forward to tell us the", "back at him and broke off a couple\n of scales. The Martian whistled\n furiously and went away. When the\n crowd thinned out, same as it did", "Martians, and they're made of\n sugar).", "There's a Martian guarding the\n entrance to our cave. I don't know\n what they intend to do with us.", "Lloyd blinked, then nodded\n back and walked around the\n rocket. I heard a crunching sound\n and the shattering of glass, not unlike\n the noise made when one\n drives a rifle butt through a radio.", "\"We'd better get them on the\n radio,\" said Jones, turning back\n toward the ship.\n\n\n There wasn't anything on the\n radio but static.", "with the help of the aliens. Or maybe\n I should call them the Martians.\n Either way, it's better than what\n Jones calls them.", "on Mars\nBy JACK SHARKEY\nSomebody had to get the human\n angle on this trip ... but what\n was humane about sending me?", "We're taking extra oxygen, shells,\n and rifles. Food, too, of course.\n And we're locking up the ship.\nIt's later", "that a week is all we were allowed\n to stay and that it's urgent to return\n and tell what we've learned\n about Mars (we know there are" ], [ "Pat has declared a state of emergency.\n Quick thinking, that's Pat.\n Lloyd, before he remembered and\n turned scarlet, suggested we radio\n Earth for instructions. We can't.", "\"We'd better get them on the\n radio,\" said Jones, turning back\n toward the ship.\n\n\n There wasn't anything on the\n radio but static.", "Here we are, somewhere in a\n void headed for Earth, with enough\n air and water left for maybe three\n days—if the Martians don't take\n any more.", "\"Maybe even money,\" said\n Kroger, whose mind wasn't always\n on science.\n\n\n \"But they'll ask why we didn't\n radio the info, sir,\" said Jones uneasily.", "\"The radio,\" said Pat, nodding to\n Lloyd, \"was unfortunately broken\n shortly after landing.\"", "Kroger says the Martians must\n be intelligent, otherwise they\n couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates\n present in the bread after\n a lifelong diet of anthracite. Pat\n says let's jettison Kroger.", "lucky, he might be able to use the\n bit of fuel we have left to set us\n in a descending spiral into one of\n the oceans. The rocket is tighter", "looking for lichen, but Pat says he's\n got to set up camp, then get instructions\n from Earth. So we just have\n to wait. The air is very cold, but the", "and magnesium tubing. Might as\n well be cement for all the good it\n did me at takeoff. Earth seems awfully\n far away.", "Pat says at least our vector will\n carry us to Earth and we can die\n on our home planet, which is better\n than perishing in space.", "Lloyd blinked, then nodded\n back and walked around the\n rocket. I heard a crunching sound\n and the shattering of glass, not unlike\n the noise made when one\n drives a rifle butt through a radio.", "We're going without masks to save\n oxygen for the return trip (Jones\n assures me there'll\nbe\na return", "Moon. I asked to look, but he said\n not yet; the instrument panel is\n Top Secret. They'd have to cover\n it so I could look out the viewing", "We're taking extra oxygen, shells,\n and rifles. Food, too, of course.\n And we're locking up the ship.\nIt's later", "Feed us, I hope. So far, they've just\n left us here, and we're out of rations.", "nicely. So now we have plenty of\n air and water again, but besides\n having another Martian still on\n the loose, we now don't have", "that a week is all we were allowed\n to stay and that it's urgent to return\n and tell what we've learned\n about Mars (we know there are", "government had a choice between\n sending a green scientist who could\n stand the trip or an accomplished\n man who would probably not survive,\n so they picked Kroger. We've", "Kroger says there's only enough\n fuel for a one-way trip. I don't care.\n I've always wanted to travel with", "maybe an hour; then the oxygen\n gauge got past the halfway mark,\n so I started back toward the rocket.\n After maybe ten steps, the rocket" ] ]

[ "How does the photographer capture their subjects in a certain way?", "How does the photographer feel about dark rooms?", "How does the photographer contribute to free culture?", "How does the photographer feel about Larry Lessing?", "How does the photographer imagine photos with a CC license will be used?", "When does Creative Commons get complicated?" ]

[ [ "They photograph subjects who are feeling very nervous. It makes the images more lively.", "They photograph subjects who are unaware the photographer is in the room. It's the only way to get truly natural-looking photos.", "They continually shoot photos while conversing with their subjects. This distracts the subjects from the camera and results in a subject looking very natural.", "They photograph people when they are in high-pressure situations. The subjects look super focused in the photos." ], [ "Darkrooms don't make sense anymore with today's technology.", "They are a darkroom geek.", "Darkrooms are not all that exciting.", "Doing the wet work in the darkroom will always produce a superior picture." ], [ "They share their photos through Creative Commons.", "They are a board member of Creative Commons.", "They share their personal image through Creative Commons.", "They are the CEO of Creative Commons." ], [ "Larry is a great guy. They are a huge fan.", "Larry is a disarming guy. ", "Larry is a frustrating guy.", "Larry is a nervous guy." ], [ "On billboards", "In memes", "In textbooks and mainstream media articles.", "In TV commercials" ], [ "Advertisement", "Human images", "Derivative creative works", "Original creative works" ] ]

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[ [ "I think I’m trying to capture pictures of people that help others see\n what they’re about. Some photographers will make someone look the way\n the photographer wants them to look, and not the way they appear, so", "which I’m working toward, to try to express who they are. On the other\n hand, professional photographers usually have a subject whom they don’t\n know personally, so they end up having to try to capture an image that", "photographer.\nFor instance, a board meeting picture, like the one with Eric Saltzman:\n that was during a very tense discussion. I’ve found that people are at", "the camera. That’s something that I’m not perfect at, but I’m getting\n better.\nI think good photographers are also able to disarm people through", "they’ll pick the one picture out of 100 where the guy looks more\n egotistical than he really is. Some photographers are almost medical,", "well, but to me photography is a really good way of doing that. When I\n look at the expressions, I remember the moment and get a sense of\n presence.", "hour of having their picture taken, people start to ignore you. Or I’ll\n take pictures when I’m talking to people about what they’re doing, so\n after a while they get distracted by the conversation and forget about", "person is nervous, it’s very difficult to try to see what it is that\n you’re trying to capture.\nA lot of what I’m doing is, I just start shooting photos. After half an", "What’s great about photography is that it captures the moment that I was\n sharing with that person. It’s not just a connection on a social network\n online, which is really pretty binary. I can look at all these photos", "asked me to put the camera away after awhile [laughs] because it was\n distracting. We were having a very heated discussion and I was taking\n all of these pictures. But he credited me later because afterward those", "from the subjects, I’m asking everyone to be much more open and giving\n about their image than most people typically are. I’m giving, you’re\n giving, we’re all giving to participate and to try to create this", "typical expressions, or their typical stance. So, if I’m taking pictures\n of Larry [Lessig], I want to have his signature hand gestures, and not\n just random ones.", "Just another free soul\nIn his foreword to the book, Lessig writes that you understand your subjects “by learning to see them in a certain way.” What is that certain way?", "and are going after a perfect portrait. I’m somewhere in between.\nIt’s amazing how many people will upload snapshots of people where the", "would bet that more than half of the photos in this book are pictures of\n friends, and they’re not in their hometown.\nThat’s the really interesting thing that is happening right now: it’s", "they’ve created based on who they think the person is or how they want\n that person to appear. You know how sculptors often say that they’re", "photography books and photographs and are probably providing an\n increasing revenue stream for professional photographers. I think most\n amateurs, including myself, are paying homage to the professionals and", "It’s the combination of social software and photography. For me, reality\n is “the present” plus what you remember from the past. I think this\n project is really sharing memories with people. Blog posts contribute as", "exhibit was just amazing. There were some great\n images, and a lot of the photographers were professionals. This is\n beyond what anybody has done in the US. A lot of the progress that we’re", "I think I’m trying to get a mental image of a person, certain\n expressions, or what I think that person is about. I’m trying to capture\n what I think they look like, which is many times a minority of their" ], [ "I used to be darkroom geek. I loved my darkroom, and even when I didn’t\n have my darkroom anymore, I still was shooting 6x6 Hasselblad 120 film", "asked me to put the camera away after awhile [laughs] because it was\n distracting. We were having a very heated discussion and I was taking\n all of these pictures. But he credited me later because afterward those", "photographer.\nFor instance, a board meeting picture, like the one with Eric Saltzman:\n that was during a very tense discussion. I’ve found that people are at", "darkroom was not all that exciting, but the digital wasn’t perfect. I\n went through a limbo period. I had invested so much in my Hasselblad", "photography I hate to say it, a lot of people love the darkroom, but it\n really feels like the death of the darkroom with this year.", "can do anything you used to do in the darkroom. I think it has really\n lowered the bar. I don’t know how that affects the industry directly,\n but for me, it bridged a huge gap.", "the camera. That’s something that I’m not perfect at, but I’m getting\n better.\nI think good photographers are also able to disarm people through", "well, but to me photography is a really good way of doing that. When I\n look at the expressions, I remember the moment and get a sense of\n presence.", "which I’m working toward, to try to express who they are. On the other\n hand, professional photographers usually have a subject whom they don’t\n know personally, so they end up having to try to capture an image that", "they’ll pick the one picture out of 100 where the guy looks more\n egotistical than he really is. Some photographers are almost medical,", "I think I’m trying to capture pictures of people that help others see\n what they’re about. Some photographers will make someone look the way\n the photographer wants them to look, and not the way they appear, so", "photography books and photographs and are probably providing an\n increasing revenue stream for professional photographers. I think most\n amateurs, including myself, are paying homage to the professionals and", "person is nervous, it’s very difficult to try to see what it is that\n you’re trying to capture.\nA lot of what I’m doing is, I just start shooting photos. After half an", "exhibit was just amazing. There were some great\n images, and a lot of the photographers were professionals. This is\n beyond what anybody has done in the US. A lot of the progress that we’re", "a technology breakthrough, let’s call it that, that allowed me to switch\n completely away from film, and I think this happened to a lot of\n photographers. It caused an explosion of content and an increase in the", "What’s great about photography is that it captures the moment that I was\n sharing with that person. It’s not just a connection on a social network\n online, which is really pretty binary. I can look at all these photos", "would bet that more than half of the photos in this book are pictures of\n friends, and they’re not in their hometown.\nThat’s the really interesting thing that is happening right now: it’s", "is essential. My job is to keep that focus and maintain that balance.\n Also, CC needs to run smoothly as an organization and there is a lot of\n operational work that we all need to do. My photography is a way for me", "another thing, though, about this book: the number of\n professional-quality amateurs has increased significantly due to the\n importance of digital in both professional and high-end amateur", "But those are the things that I’m trying to capture, because most people\n don’t get to see that. At the Creative Commons board meeting, Larry" ], [ "How would you characterize your contributions to free culture?\nI think it’s mostly incremental. I think there is very little we\n actually do all by ourselves, and I hate saying, “I did this” or “I did", "to participate in a small measure on the creative side of the Free\n Culture movement, and helps me see things from that perspective as well.\nHowever, I believe in emergent democracy and the importance of trying to", "the United States. Although the United States is still slightly farther\n ahead in terms of commercialization, the size of the whole free culture\n movement outside of the United States is huge now. The CC China Photo", "this. More people should do the same, and make the photographs available\n freely. For one, I feel that “free” CC licensed photos have a much\n higher chance of not disappearing. But I don’t know exactly how these", "asked me to put the camera away after awhile [laughs] because it was\n distracting. We were having a very heated discussion and I was taking\n all of these pictures. But he credited me later because afterward those", "way, giving up your image and allowing anyone to use it: it’s the\n ultimate gift. In one way it’s kind of vain. [laughs] But in another", "photography books and photographs and are probably providing an\n increasing revenue stream for professional photographers. I think most\n amateurs, including myself, are paying homage to the professionals and", "all the time, “By the way, do you have a photo that we can use?” But\n they don’t. By making these pictures available under a Creative Commons", "photographer.\nFor instance, a board meeting picture, like the one with Eric Saltzman:\n that was during a very tense discussion. I’ve found that people are at", "There’s a paradox: with many people’s Wikipedia\n articles to which I’ve contributed, when it comes to the picture, many\n of these people don’t have any free photos of themselves on the web, so", "of what they’re doing, and they also had a bunch of my pictures in\n there. They all had attribution, and it made me feel really good. There\n were pictures of different Berkman Center members that I had taken in", "from the subjects, I’m asking everyone to be much more open and giving\n about their image than most people typically are. I’m giving, you’re\n giving, we’re all giving to participate and to try to create this", "It’s the combination of social software and photography. For me, reality\n is “the present” plus what you remember from the past. I think this\n project is really sharing memories with people. Blog posts contribute as", "I think I’m trying to capture pictures of people that help others see\n what they’re about. Some photographers will make someone look the way\n the photographer wants them to look, and not the way they appear, so", "Personally, I don’t think it’s ultimately meaningful to talk about one\n individual’s personal contribution to any movement. The real meaning is\n in the whole movement. I’m just one participant. Just another free soul.", "wonderful work, and allow others to create derivative works.\nOf course people can abuse that, just like they can abuse anything. But\n I want people to see the value in sharing over the fear in sharing. The", "is essential. My job is to keep that focus and maintain that balance.\n Also, CC needs to run smoothly as an organization and there is a lot of\n operational work that we all need to do. My photography is a way for me", "which I’m working toward, to try to express who they are. 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That’s something that I’m not perfect at, but I’m getting\n better.\nI think good photographers are also able to disarm people through", "Just another free soul\nIn his foreword to the book, Lessig writes that you understand your subjects “by learning to see them in a certain way.” What is that certain way?", "I think I’m trying to capture pictures of people that help others see\n what they’re about. Some photographers will make someone look the way\n the photographer wants them to look, and not the way they appear, so", "typical expressions, or their typical stance. So, if I’m taking pictures\n of Larry [Lessig], I want to have his signature hand gestures, and not\n just random ones.", "which I’m working toward, to try to express who they are. On the other\n hand, professional photographers usually have a subject whom they don’t\n know personally, so they end up having to try to capture an image that", "they’ll pick the one picture out of 100 where the guy looks more\n egotistical than he really is. Some photographers are almost medical,", "well, but to me photography is a really good way of doing that. When I\n look at the expressions, I remember the moment and get a sense of\n presence.", "But those are the things that I’m trying to capture, because most people\n don’t get to see that. At the Creative Commons board meeting, Larry", "of what they’re doing, and they also had a bunch of my pictures in\n there. They all had attribution, and it made me feel really good. There\n were pictures of different Berkman Center members that I had taken in", "What’s great about photography is that it captures the moment that I was\n sharing with that person. It’s not just a connection on a social network\n online, which is really pretty binary. I can look at all these photos", "would bet that more than half of the photos in this book are pictures of\n friends, and they’re not in their hometown.\nThat’s the really interesting thing that is happening right now: it’s", "photography books and photographs and are probably providing an\n increasing revenue stream for professional photographers. I think most\n amateurs, including myself, are paying homage to the professionals and", "exhibit was just amazing. There were some great\n images, and a lot of the photographers were professionals. This is\n beyond what anybody has done in the US. A lot of the progress that we’re", "from the subjects, I’m asking everyone to be much more open and giving\n about their image than most people typically are. I’m giving, you’re\n giving, we’re all giving to participate and to try to create this", "person is nervous, it’s very difficult to try to see what it is that\n you’re trying to capture.\nA lot of what I’m doing is, I just start shooting photos. After half an", "way, giving up your image and allowing anyone to use it: it’s the\n ultimate gift. In one way it’s kind of vain. [laughs] But in another", "hour of having their picture taken, people start to ignore you. Or I’ll\n take pictures when I’m talking to people about what they’re doing, so\n after a while they get distracted by the conversation and forget about", "fact is, it’s much more likely that somebody is going to use these\n pictures for something positive, rather than for something negative. The\n benefits greatly outweigh the risks. I think we spend way too much of" ], [ "this. More people should do the same, and make the photographs available\n freely. 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However, I", "all the time, “By the way, do you have a photo that we can use?” But\n they don’t. By making these pictures available under a Creative Commons", "But those are the things that I’m trying to capture, because most people\n don’t get to see that. At the Creative Commons board meeting, Larry", "Creative Commons as a fan, board member, chairman of the board and now\n CEO. I think CC has a significant role, and helping to keep it on track\n and growing is probably the single most important role that I have in", "wonderful work, and allow others to create derivative works.\nOf course people can abuse that, just like they can abuse anything. But\n I want people to see the value in sharing over the fear in sharing. The", "the United States. Although the United States is still slightly farther\n ahead in terms of commercialization, the size of the whole free culture\n movement outside of the United States is huge now. The CC China Photo", "think it’s important to remember to keep pushing to make content more\n “free” and not allow businesses to use Creative Commons in exploitive or\n destructive ways.", "can’t make an image available to the Wikimedia/Wikipedia community.\nThis means that a lot of people who have a Net presence have a legally\n encumbered Net presence. People who are invited to conferences get asked", "this. More people should do the same, and make the photographs available\n freely. For one, I feel that “free” CC licensed photos have a much\n higher chance of not disappearing. But I don’t know exactly how these", "of what they’re doing, and they also had a bunch of my pictures in\n there. They all had attribution, and it made me feel really good. There\n were pictures of different Berkman Center members that I had taken in", "we’re trying to do here is to expand beyond just copyright, to make it\n more thorough from a legal perspective. It’s also an important\n educational point, so people understand that, in addition to the", "How would you characterize your contributions to free culture?\nI think it’s mostly incremental. I think there is very little we\n actually do all by ourselves, and I hate saying, “I did this” or “I did", "to participate in a small measure on the creative side of the Free\n Culture movement, and helps me see things from that perspective as well.\nHowever, I believe in emergent democracy and the importance of trying to" ] ]

[ "How did Crownwall get to Vega III so quickly?", "Who is Ggarran?", "Why did the Viceroy blockade the Earth if he wanted an Earthling to come and meet with him?", "What was Earth's first Spaceship?", "Why is the distorter drive so dangerous?", "How many Viceroys are neither Vegan nor Sundan?", "Why does the bowman shoot a soldier during the Viceroy's procession?", "How does the Council feel about Crownwall's decision to go back in time to before the Vegans appeared?", "How does Crownwall feel about the Vegans?", "Why does the Viceroy want to overthrow the Sundans?" ]

[ [ "FTL (Faster than Light) drive", "Transport Beam", "Warp drive", "Time travel" ], [ "The Viceroy's advisor", "The head of the palace guard", "The leader of the Vegans", "The leader of the Sundans" ], [ "The blockade was a test to see if Earthlings were smart enough to help the Vegans defeat the Sundans.", "The blockade is there to protect Earth from the Sundans.", "The blockade is there to quarantine the Earth. Earthlings may have diseases that could infect the other races.", "The blockade is there to keep people from leaving the Earth." ], [ "Voyager", "Alpha Centauri", "Star Seeker", "Enterprise" ], [ "The distorter drive has a seventy-three percent chance of destroying everything around it for thousands of miles.", "The distorter drive has not been thoroughly tested.", "The distorter drive is powered by a nuclear reactor.", "The distorter drive is radioactive." ], [ "15", "20", "25", "10" ], [ "To demonstrate what would happen if someone who was not a guest of the Viceroy viewed the procession.", "The soldier was attempting to stage a coup against the Viceroy.", "The soldier tripped and made the procession look sloppy.", "To demonstrate the Vegan's knowledge of antiquated weapons." ], [ "They are scared. The Sundans will surely attack the Earth now.", "They are horrified. They sent Crownwall to make a peace treaty not to commit genocide.", "They are sad. They are all alone in the universe now.", "They are ecstatic. All of their enemies are gone now." ], [ "Crownwall thinks the Vegans are a kind and benevolent race.", "Crownwall thinks the Vegans seem to be just as brutal and horrible as they make the Sundans out to be.", "Crownwall thinks the Vegans are murderous and can't wait to get away from them.", "Crownwall is disgusted by the sight of the slobbering, boneless, tentacled creatures." ], [ "The Sundans do not understand polite society or etiquette. They really must be stopped.", "The Sundans are waging war on the Vegans. ", "The Sundans are a race of brutal warriors, oppressing everyone in the galaxy.", "The Vegans were around before the Sundans, therefore the Vegans should be in charge of the galaxy." ] ]

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[ [ "been manned by a dozen adventurous\n people, captained by Crownwall,\n and had headed out on its ion\n drive until it was safely clear of", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "\"You're doing the talking,\" said\n Crownwall. \"If you wanted someone\n from Earth to come here to see", "Crownwall nodded. \"In other\n words, you think that we Earthmen\n can break up this two-million-year-old", "starting his enormous journey\n through time back to Earth. More\n quickly than it had taken him to\n reach his ship from the palace of\n His Effulgence, he was in the Council", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "\"Come closer, Earthling. I bid you\n welcome to my capital. I have been\n looking forward to your arrival for\n some time.\"\nCrownwall", "After several hours of travel, following\n Crownwall's directions, the\n procession arrived at the copse in\n which he had concealed his small", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "\"\nHeard\nabout it?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"I was\non", "\"I'm listening,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n \"We offer you partnership with\n us to take over the rule of the\n Galaxy from the Sunda—the so-called\n Master Race.\"", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless" ], [ "\"Ggaran, you explain it to the\n Earthling,\" said His Effulgence.\nGgaran", "\"You see,\" said Ggaran complacently,\n \"we have very little trouble\n with civilians who violate this particular\n tradition.\"", "\"And now,\" Ggaran put in, \"I\n think it's time for you to tell us\n something about how you get", "\"I'm glad of that,\" said Crownwall.\n \"Too bad Ggaran can't join\n us.\" He climbed into the chair beside", "Ffallk glanced up at Ggaran. \"I\n told you that Earthlings were unbelievably\n bold.\" He turned back", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "\"It's all right, Ggaran,\" said the\n Viceroy languidly. He twitched a\n tentacle in a beckoning gesture.", "Ggaran's tentacles writhed, and\n he slavered in fury, but the clashing\n of his teeth subsided instantly\n at a soothing wave from His Effulgence.", "\"Don't call those damn lobsters\n friends,\" growled Ggaran. He subsided\n at the Viceroy's gesture.", "Ceremony. It's a bother, but the\n proprieties have to be observed.\"\nGgaran\n stepped out into the\n broad corridor and whistled a", "\"Ridiculous,\" snorted Ggaran.\n \"Impossible.\"", "Ggaran stepped forward, already\n panting slightly. \"A man with knots\n in all of his ear stalks is in a very", "continued to run—without food,\n drink or, except for Ggaran, evidence\n of fatigue.", "\"Protocol takes a lot of time,\"\n said His Effulgence somewhat sadly,\n \"but it must be observed. At\n least, as Ambassador, you can ride\n with me in the sedan, instead of\n walking behind it, like Ggaran.\"", "\"Your reaction was savage,\" said\n Ggaran, his tentacles stiffening\n with shock at the memory. \"You\n bloody-minded Earthlings must\n have been aware of the terrible\n danger.\"", "of my advisors—even Ggaran here—thought\n it couldn't be done, but\n I never doubted that you'd manage\n it. Still, if you were on your", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "His Effulgence wiggled his tentacles.\n \"I'm afraid that Ggaran had\n expected to take what you Earthlings", "\"Would that have been so bad?\"\n said Ggaran. \"We can't tolerate\n wild and warlike races running free\n and uncontrolled in the Galaxy.\n Once was enough for that.\"", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily." ], [ "When you showed up in the\n spaceways, it was decreed that you\n had to be stopped at once. There\n was even serious discussion of destroying\n Earth out of hand, while", "negligent wave. \"Who can tell one\n Earthling from another? What I\n meant was that I expected someone\n from Earth to break through\n our blockade and come here. Most", "\"You're doing the talking,\" said\n Crownwall. \"If you wanted someone\n from Earth to come here to see", "\"Just tell him that a man has\n arrived from Earth to talk to him.\n He'll summon me fast enough.\n Meanwhile, my highly polished", "across the Galaxy to meet him, to\n convince him that it would be sufficient\n just to quarantine you.\n When we had used your radio system\n to teach a few of you the Universal", "ourselves. You Earthlings will\n make very satisfactory allies. What\n you request will be provided without\n delay. Meanwhile, I see no reason\n why we cannot proceed with", "would dream up some device or\n other, head out into space, and\n show up on our planet. So I've been\n waiting for you, and here you are.\"", "you, why did you put the cordon\n around Earth? And why did you\n drop a planet-buster in the Pacific\n Ocean, and tell us that it was triggered", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "\"Could we have done anything\n else that would have kept you from\n landing on Earth and taking us\n over?\" asked Crownwall.", "\"Come closer, Earthling. I bid you\n welcome to my capital. I have been\n looking forward to your arrival for\n some time.\"\nCrownwall", "the trip here. Even if you could\n spy through buildings on Earth\n from space, which I doubt, your\n communications system can't get\n the word through that fast.\"", "starting his enormous journey\n through time back to Earth. More\n quickly than it had taken him to\n reach his ship from the palace of\n His Effulgence, he was in the Council", "\"For more than two million\n years we have waited for the opportunity\n for revenge. And now\n that you have entered space, that\n opportunity is at hand.\"", "\"And if you try to move anywhere\n else, by your clumsy distorter\n drive, we can follow you, and\n destroy any planet you choose to\n land on. You would not get away\n from us. We can track you without\n any difficulty.", "His Effulgence twitched his ear\n stalks in amusement. \"I'm Viceroy\n of one of the hundred Sectors of", "The men of Earth had decided\n that it should work in theory. They\n had built the drive—a small machine,\n as drives go—but they had", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate" ], [ "The men of Earth had decided\n that it should work in theory. They\n had built the drive—a small machine,\n as drives go—but they had", "The\nStar Seeker\nhad been built\n in space, about forty thousand kilometers\n above the Earth. It had", "starting his enormous journey\n through time back to Earth. More\n quickly than it had taken him to\n reach his ship from the palace of\n His Effulgence, he was in the Council", "When you showed up in the\n spaceways, it was decreed that you\n had to be stopped at once. There\n was even serious discussion of destroying\n Earth out of hand, while", "\"You Earthlings, in defiance of\n all expectation and all reason, have\n exploded into space. You have developed\n in an incredibly short", "first expedition of your people into\n space, of course?\"", "Earth to be its twin sister. They\n had headed for that planet confidently\n and unsuspectingly, using\n the ion drive.", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "\"For more than two million\n years we have waited for the opportunity\n for revenge. And now\n that you have entered space, that\n opportunity is at hand.\"", "space of time. But even that isn't\n the most disconcerting item of your\n development. As an Earthling, you\n have heard of the details of the", "\"Your silly little planet was carefully\n examined at long range in a\n routine investigation just about fifty\n thousand years ago. There were", "Two weeks later, while they\n were still several planetary diameters\n from their destination, they\n had been shocked to find more", "been manned by a dozen adventurous\n people, captained by Crownwall,\n and had headed out on its ion\n drive until it was safely clear of", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before", "the trip here. Even if you could\n spy through buildings on Earth\n from space, which I doubt, your\n communications system can't get\n the word through that fast.\"", "ourselves. You Earthlings will\n make very satisfactory allies. What\n you request will be provided without\n delay. Meanwhile, I see no reason\n why we cannot proceed with", "would dream up some device or\n other, head out into space, and\n show up on our planet. So I've been\n waiting for you, and here you are.\"", "distorter drive, and they had beaten\n the odds. On the distorter drive,\n they had returned to Earth as swiftly\n as they had departed. Earth had", "few million years, I'm afraid I got\n a little careless and let my ship dip\n down into Vega III's atmosphere\n for a while. I was back so far that" ], [ "the warping influence of planetary\n masses. Then, after several impatient\n days of careful study and calculation,\n the distorter drive had\n been activated, for the first time", "distorter drive, and they had beaten\n the odds. On the distorter drive,\n they had returned to Earth as swiftly\n as they had departed. Earth had", "to go off if we tried to use\n the distorter drive? That's hardly\n the action of somebody who expects\n visitors.\"", "\"And if you try to move anywhere\n else, by your clumsy distorter\n drive, we can follow you, and\n destroy any planet you choose to\n land on. You would not get away\n from us. We can track you without\n any difficulty.", "The men of Earth had decided\n that it should work in theory. They\n had built the drive—a small machine,\n as drives go—but they had", "occupied ten times the space of the\n temporal translation and coordination\n selection systems combined,\n but it had the great advantage of\n being almost undetectable in use. It", "When you showed up in the\n spaceways, it was decreed that you\n had to be stopped at once. There\n was even serious discussion of destroying\n Earth out of hand, while", "transportation machine. The machine,\n for spatial mobility, was\n equipped with the heavy and grossly\n inefficient anti-gravity field generator\n developed by Kowalsky. It", "\"Your reaction was savage,\" said\n Ggaran, his tentacles stiffening\n with shock at the memory. \"You\n bloody-minded Earthlings must\n have been aware of the terrible\n danger.\"", "space of time. But even that isn't\n the most disconcerting item of your\n development. As an Earthling, you\n have heard of the details of the", "You knew that you could have destroyed\n not only yourself, but also\n all who live on that planet. You\n could also have wrecked the planet\n itself and the ships and those of", "ship, and everything in space for\n thousands of miles around, in a\n ravening burst of raw energy.", "use an energy weapon to dispose\n of the victim in a case such as you\n just witnessed! They are really\n quite unfit to rule. They can scarcely", "council of war, they\n had called it—and their unanimous\n decision. Although far within the\n dangerous influence of a planetary\n mass, they had again activated the", "uncomfortable position,\" he explained.\n \"Wait. Let me show you.\n Let us just suppose that that runner\n over there\"—he gestured toward\n a soldier with a tentacle—\"is", "Earth to be its twin sister. They\n had headed for that planet confidently\n and unsuspectingly, using\n the ion drive.", "\"We know about it,\" said Ffallk,\n \"but we've always considered it\n useless—and very dangerous—knowledge.\"", "Two weeks later, while they\n were still several planetary diameters\n from their destination, they\n had been shocked to find more", "So the drive had been used for\n the first time without ever having\n been tested. And it had worked.", "demonstrated an elaborate air of\n unconcern that he felt sure was entirely\n wasted on these monsters.\n The clashing teeth of the noisiest\n of them were only inches from the" ], [ "\"The Emperor at Sunda is one\n of them. They provide sixty-eight\n of the hundred Viceroys; we provide\n only seventeen. It is a preposterous\n and intolerable situation.", "\"When the Viceroy of the Seventy\n Suns,\" said the Viceroy of the\n Seventy Suns, \"travels in state, no", "\"The Sundans, for example,\n though they took the rule of the\n Empire that was rightfully ours\n away from us, through trickery,", "\"Oh, I didn't mean\nyou\nin particular,\"\n the Vegan said with a", "\"Don't call those damn lobsters\n friends,\" growled Ggaran. He subsided\n at the Viceroy's gesture.", "which we reported to the Sunda,\n that they would some day come to\n be numbered among the Servants\n of the Emperor. So we let you", "\"That old fool on Sunda, the\n Emperor, decided that we should\n blow you up, but by that time I", "Tronn Ffallk, ruler of Sector XII\n of the Universal Holy Empire of\n Sunda. He ignored the snarling, the\n spitting, the waving of boneless", "\"They're gone without trace—\nall\n of them\n!\" he cried. \"I went clear\n to Sunda and there's no sign of\n intelligent life anywhere! We're all\n alone now!\"", "reclined on a couch. Behind him\n stood a heavy and pompous appearing\n Vegan in lordly trappings.\n They examined Crownwall with", "the Vegans hadn't appeared yet.\n Now, I didn't land—or\ndeliberately\nkill anything—but I'd be mighty", "His Effulgence twitched his ear\n stalks in amusement. \"I'm Viceroy\n of one of the hundred Sectors of", "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "to their position of power. Our race\n is much older than theirs. We were\n alone when we found the Sundans—a\n primitive tribe, grubbing in the", "\"It's customary to genuflect\n when you enter the Viceroy's presence,\"\n said the standing one at", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "\"Protocol takes a lot of time,\"\n said His Effulgence somewhat sadly,\n \"but it must be observed. At\n least, as Ambassador, you can ride\n with me in the sedan, instead of\n walking behind it, like Ggaran.\"", "tube with his eating orifice. \"You\n upstart Earthlings are a strange\n and a frightening race,\" he said.\n \"Frightening to the Sunda, especially.", "\"It's all right, Ggaran,\" said the\n Viceroy languidly. He twitched a\n tentacle in a beckoning gesture.", "bowed. \"The crustaceans\n on Sunda—the lobsterlike\n creatures that rule the Galaxy—are\n usurpers. They have no rights" ], [ "In one swift movement the bowman\n notched an arrow, drew and\n fired. The arrow hissed briefly, and\n then sliced smoothly through the\n soldier's throat.", "His Effulgence beckoned to the\n bowman to approach. \"Your results\n were satisfactory,\" he said, \"but", "\"It's customary to genuflect\n when you enter the Viceroy's presence,\"\n said the standing one at", "bowmen who ran beside the sedan\n chair, now strung and at the ready.\n \"Show him!\" he ordered peremptorily.", "a civilian who has been so unlucky\n as to remain on the street\n after His Effulgence's entourage arrived.\"\n He turned to one of the", "Crownwall stamped out his\n smoke and ambled after the hurrying\n courtier along tremendous corridors,\n through elaborate waiting\n rooms, under guarded doorways,\n until he was finally bowed through\n a small curtained arch.", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "\"When the Viceroy of the Seventy\n Suns,\" said the Viceroy of the\n Seventy Suns, \"travels in state, no", "\"That old fool on Sunda, the\n Emperor, decided that we should\n blow you up, but by that time I", "He leaned back on the cushion\n and spoke again to Crownwall.\n \"That's the trouble with these requirements\n of civilization. The men", "orders of its Viceroy. So we achieve\n a working balance in our Empire.\n We control it adequately, and we\n live in peace.", "\"What business\nwould\nI have at\n the Viceroy's Palace?\" asked\n Crownwall. \"I want to see Ffallk.\"", "use an energy weapon to dispose\n of the victim in a case such as you\n just witnessed! They are really\n quite unfit to rule. They can scarcely", "shrill two-tone note, using both his\n speaking and his eating orifices. A\n cohort of troops, pikes at the ready\n and bows strapped to their backs,", "Ceremony. It's a bother, but the\n proprieties have to be observed.\"\nGgaran\n stepped out into the\n broad corridor and whistled a", "His Effulgence twitched his ear\n stalks in amusement. \"I'm Viceroy\n of one of the hundred Sectors of", "uncomfortable position,\" he explained.\n \"Wait. Let me show you.\n Let us just suppose that that runner\n over there\"—he gestured toward\n a soldier with a tentacle—\"is", "\"Protocol takes a lot of time,\"\n said His Effulgence somewhat sadly,\n \"but it must be observed. At\n least, as Ambassador, you can ride\n with me in the sedan, instead of\n walking behind it, like Ggaran.\"", "When they passed through the\n huge entrance doors of the palace\n and started down the ramp toward\n the street, Crownwall was astonished\n to see nobody on the previously\n crowded streets, and mentioned\n it to Ffallk.", "\"Don't call those damn lobsters\n friends,\" growled Ggaran. He subsided\n at the Viceroy's gesture." ], [ "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "another two million years.\" Crownwall\n rose to his feet. \"And now,\n Your Effulgence, I think it's about\n time I went back to my ship and", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "\"You're doing the talking,\" said\n Crownwall. \"If you wanted someone\n from Earth to come here to see", "Crownwall nodded. \"In other\n words, you think that we Earthmen\n can break up this two-million-year-old", "starting his enormous journey\n through time back to Earth. More\n quickly than it had taken him to\n reach his ship from the palace of\n His Effulgence, he was in the Council", "reclined on a couch. Behind him\n stood a heavy and pompous appearing\n Vegan in lordly trappings.\n They examined Crownwall with", "In silence, the others gathered\n their papers together and left the\n room, leaving Crownwall sitting at\n the table by himself. He shivered\n involuntarily, and then leaped to\n his feet to follow after them.", "\"There, you see?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"Our enemies are all\n gone!\"", "wished he knew more about them.\n If they carried out the threats of\n their present attitude, Earth would\n have to send Marshall to replace\n him. And if Crownwall couldn't do", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "\"Bunk,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n His Effulgence lifted a tentacle\n swiftly, before Ggaran, lunging angrily\n forward, could speak. \"Then\n what do you want of us?\"", "\"Things may not be as bad as\n they seem,\" answered Crownwall\n complacently. \"After I got back a", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "\"I'm glad of that,\" said Crownwall.\n \"Too bad Ggaran can't join\n us.\" He climbed into the chair beside", "planet it had been heading toward.\nAlthough\n caught by surprise,\n the Earthmen had acted\n swiftly. Crownwall recalled the discussion—the", "\"Nor do I,\" consented Crownwall.\n \"But your stooge here doesn't\n seem very happy about it all.\"", "across light-years of space in a few\n hours, without leaving any traces\n for us to detect.\" He raised a tentacle\n to still Crownwall's immediate", "council of war, they\n had called it—and their unanimous\n decision. Although far within the\n dangerous influence of a planetary\n mass, they had again activated the", "After elaborate and lengthy farewells,\n Crownwall climbed into his\n machine and fell gently up until he\n was out of the atmosphere, before" ], [ "Crownwall shrugged. \"So?\"\nThe\n Vegan reached up and engulfed\n the end of a drinking", "reclined on a couch. Behind him\n stood a heavy and pompous appearing\n Vegan in lordly trappings.\n They examined Crownwall with", "\"Excellent,\" said Ffallk. \"I'd better\n escort you; my people don't like\n strangers much.\"\n\n\n \"I'd noticed that,\" Crownwall\n commented drily.", "Crownwall all but sagged with\n relief. A pair of guards, their purple\n hides smoothly polished and gleaming\n with oil, crossed their ceremonial\n pikes in front of him as he\n approached the entrance.", "\"Nor do I,\" consented Crownwall.\n \"But your stooge here doesn't\n seem very happy about it all.\"", "quivering flesh of his back as he\n reached the upper level. Instantly,\n and unexpectedly to Crownwall,\n the threatening crowd dropped\n back fearfully, so that he walked", "surrounded by this writhing, slithering\n mass of eight-foot creatures,\n he felt distinctly unhappy. Crownwall\n had heard about creatures that", "\"Things may not be as bad as\n they seem,\" answered Crownwall\n complacently. \"After I got back a", "\"There, you see?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"Our enemies are all\n gone!\"", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "to Crownwall. \"If you couldn't\n come to me in spite of the trifling\n inconveniences I put in your way,\n your presence here would be useless", "\"It was the thinking of a genius,\"\n murmured Ggaran.\n\n\n \"All right, then, genius, here I\n am,\" said Crownwall. \"So what's\n the pitch?\"", "\"\nHeard\nabout it?\" exclaimed\n Crownwall. \"I was\non", "\"It seems to me that we need\n no wordy assurances from each\n other,\" said Crownwall, and he", "\"I'm glad of that,\" said Crownwall.\n \"Too bad Ggaran can't join\n us.\" He climbed into the chair beside", "After several hours of travel, following\n Crownwall's directions, the\n procession arrived at the copse in\n which he had concealed his small", "In silence, the others gathered\n their papers together and left the\n room, leaving Crownwall sitting at\n the table by himself. He shivered\n involuntarily, and then leaped to\n his feet to follow after them.", "tell us how you did it, and we're\n partners.\"\nCrownwall\n lifted one eyebrow\n quizzically, but remained", "\"That's nice,\" said Crownwall\n graciously.", "Race.\"\nAfter\n due consideration,\n Crownwall nodded. \"I don't\n see why not. Well, then, let me tell" ], [ "\"The Sundans, for example,\n though they took the rule of the\n Empire that was rightfully ours\n away from us, through trickery,", "in setting it off, and that's\n what the Sunda had been in favor\n of in the first place.", "\"The Emperor at Sunda is one\n of them. They provide sixty-eight\n of the hundred Viceroys; we provide\n only seventeen. It is a preposterous\n and intolerable situation.", "\"That old fool on Sunda, the\n Emperor, decided that we should\n blow you up, but by that time I", "to their position of power. Our race\n is much older than theirs. We were\n alone when we found the Sundans—a\n primitive tribe, grubbing in the", "which we reported to the Sunda,\n that they would some day come to\n be numbered among the Servants\n of the Emperor. So we let you", "take over number one spot from\n these Sunda friends of yours.\"", "\"When the Viceroy of the Seventy\n Suns,\" said the Viceroy of the\n Seventy Suns, \"travels in state, no", "\"They're gone without trace—\nall\n of them\n!\" he cried. \"I went clear\n to Sunda and there's no sign of\n intelligent life anywhere! We're all\n alone now!\"", "\"I'm listening,\" said Crownwall.\n\n\n \"We offer you partnership with\n us to take over the rule of the\n Galaxy from the Sunda—the so-called\n Master Race.\"", "Tronn Ffallk, ruler of Sector XII\n of the Universal Holy Empire of\n Sunda. He ignored the snarling, the\n spitting, the waving of boneless", "\"Don't call those damn lobsters\n friends,\" growled Ggaran. He subsided\n at the Viceroy's gesture.", "on Vega III, where it was\n impossible for an outlander\n to be, brought angry crowds to surround\n John Crownwall as he strode\n toward the palace of Viceroy", "orders of its Viceroy. So we achieve\n a working balance in our Empire.\n We control it adequately, and we\n live in peace.", "bowed. \"The crustaceans\n on Sunda—the lobsterlike\n creatures that rule the Galaxy—are\n usurpers. They have no rights", "tube with his eating orifice. \"You\n upstart Earthlings are a strange\n and a frightening race,\" he said.\n \"Frightening to the Sunda, especially.", "\"What business\nwould\nI have at\n the Viceroy's Palace?\" asked\n Crownwall. \"I want to see Ffallk.\"", "After several minutes of silent\n consideration, \"It is an excellent\n plan,\" said His Effulgence. \"It is\n worthy of the thinking of The People", "instruments didn't even wiggle\n when you landed here on my capital\n world. You can do the same on\n the worlds of the Sunda. Now, just", "\"It's customary to genuflect\n when you enter the Viceroy's presence,\"\n said the standing one at" ] ]

[ "How is Lane able to hover over the buildings?", "Why are the police willing to risk the life of Gerri to kill Lane?", "How does Gerri feel about Earth?", "Why is Lane so child-like?", "What is a cybrain?", "Why can't Lane read or write?", "Why does Gerri kiss Lane?", "Why do the police believe the analogue computer can defeat Lane?" ]

[ [ "He has anti-gravity boots.", "He is in a helicopter.", "He has a jet pack.", "He has anti-gravity devices implanted in his body." ], [ "Lane is too dangerous to be left alive. They can't risk him escaping just so they can rescue Gerri.", "They think Lane may be infected with a biological weapon.", "The police don't care if they kill Martians.", "They don't believe that Gerri is in the room with Lane." ], [ "Gerri does not like the Earth. The climate is terrible.", "She does not like Earth. She thinks the people are uncivilized.", "She loves Earth. She is going to move to Earth permanently.", "Gerri likes the Earth, it's the Earthlings she's not sure about." ], [ "All men are child-like.", "Lane was never given a proper education, only fighting instruction.", "Lane is controlled by the Cybrain. His own brain never had the chance to develop properly.", "Lane has been a Trooper since he was seven years old." ], [ "A cybrain is a cybernetic brain. The cybrain is in control of the Newyork Special Troops, like a hive mind.", "A cybrain is a dispatch system that sends the Newyork Special Troops on their assignments.", "A cybrain is a cybernetic brain. Cybrains are implanted in soldiers to make them the ultimate weapons.", "A cybrain is an AI handler. Each of the Newyork Specail Troops has a cybrain which is their only contact to the command center." ], [ "When the cybrain was installed, Lane's own brain was wiped clean.", "Lane is dyslexic. He got frustrated trying to learn and gave up.", "Teaching the soldiers how to read and write would only lead to rational thinking. The soldiers might start to question orders. Therefore, they are only taught fighting.", "Lane has only been schooled in soldiering since he was seven. He was taught to fight, nothing else." ], [ "She pities him.", "She is terrified he'll kill her if she doesn't.", "She likes Lane.", "He is trying to save her life." ], [ "The police are fooling themselves. The analogue computer cannot hope to compete with the cybrain.", "The analogue computer is much larger and more powerful than the cybrain.", "The cybrains are an extension of the analogue computer.", "The cybrains do not have the advanced processor the analogue computer does." ] ]

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[ [ "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "The two police boats were\n hovering above the towers.\n Lane's mailed hand snapped\n open a pouch at his belt. He", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "Lane glanced out the window.\n A section of the energy globe\n bellied out from above. It\n shaded the view from his window\n and re-entered the tower", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "Lane looked across the\n Square. The windows of the\n tower opposite, the ones he\n could see clearly, were crowded\n with faces. There were\n white dot faces on the balcony\n that Gerri Kin had pointed\n out as the Mayor's suite.", "Now a rumble of many\n voices rose from below. Lane\n stared down to see a large\n crowd gathering in Tammany\n Square. Sound trucks were\n rolling to a stop around the\n edges of the crowd. The people\n were all looking up.", "sweat, he thought, hating the\n chill air-currents that threw\n his hovering body this way\n and that. He glared down at\n the three towers bordering on", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "Then his head jerked up, to\n a distant buzz. There were\n cops coming. Two black paragrav-boats\n whirred along the", "Lane jumped to the window,\n looked quickly, sprang\n back. Cybrain pumped orders\n to his nervous system.", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"", "on the balcony—emergency!\n Years of training and cybrain\n took over. Lane's hand shot\n out, fingers vibrating. As he", "Thirty seconds passed. Lane\n could hear the clank of caterpillar\n treads as the mobile\n blaster cannon rolled into\n Tammany Square.", "the towers. A predatory excitement\n rippled through him\n as he sailed down through the\n air. It was like going into", "window where the little red-white-and-green\n tricolor was\n flying. But they weren't aimed\n at Lane, either. They were\n shooting wild.", "\"Yeah, but—\" Lane shook\n his head and turned back to\n the window. \"All right, look!\n Move them boats away and\n I'll let this girl out!\"", "\"No deal, Lane. We're coming\n in.\" The police boats\n backed away slowly, then shot\n straight up, out of the line of\n vision.", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian" ], [ "Lane looked at Gerri. \"How\n about giving me a kiss before\n they get us? Be nice if I kissed\n a girl like you just once in\n my life.\"", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"", "force-globe for a second,\n they'll fire into the room, and\n then we'll both be dead.\"\nGerri\n stood with folded", "Lane pressed the stud on\n his gauntlet again. He turned\n to Gerri.", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "\"No deal, Lane. We're coming\n in.\" The police boats\n backed away slowly, then shot\n straight up, out of the line of\n vision.", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "\"I repeat, Lane—come out\n or we'll blast you out.\"", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "The amplified voice from\n below said, \"The police analogue\n computer is now hooked\n directly to the controls of the\n blaster cannon battery. It will\n outguess Lane's cybrain and\n check his moves ahead of\n time.\"", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "computer in the sub-basement\n of the Court House.\n The police analogue computer\n will be able to outthink Lane's\n cybrain, will predict Lane's", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "and Gerri Kin sat on either\n side of Lane.", "\"Yeah, but—\" Lane shook\n his head and turned back to\n the window. \"All right, look!\n Move them boats away and\n I'll let this girl out!\"", "Gerri said, \"You scared\n them so much that they were\n afraid to let you have a furlough\n in the city when you" ], [ "Gerri shook her head. \"Recognition\n for a new government\n takes time. I'm going\n back to Mars, and I think\n they'll send another ambassador\n next time. Nothing personal—I\n just don't like it\n here.\"", "force-globe for a second,\n they'll fire into the room, and\n then we'll both be dead.\"\nGerri\n stood with folded", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"", "Lane looked at Gerri. \"How\n about giving me a kiss before\n they get us? Be nice if I kissed\n a girl like you just once in\n my life.\"", "He recovered and saw Gerri\n a few feet away, dazed, groping\n on hands and knees.", "Gerri Kin put her hand to\n her forehead. \"Why did you\n have to pick my room? Why\n did they send me to this crazy", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "Lane shook his head. \"She's\n got too much class for me. But\n I like what she told me about\n Mars. It's healthy, like.\"", "Gerri said, \"You scared\n them so much that they were\n afraid to let you have a furlough\n in the city when you", "Lane pressed the stud on\n his gauntlet again. He turned\n to Gerri.", "She stared at him, violet\n eyes wide. \"The\nplanet\nMars.\"", "There was a pause. \"Your\n girl from Mars is right, Lane.\n But it's too late now. If we", "looking at him. \"I am. But\n you are too, to them. Mars is\n millions of miles away, and\n you're right across the Square", "\"Look!\" he called to Gerri.\nThere\n was a huge gap in\n the crowd below. The", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "A loudspeaker shouted into\n the room: \"Come out of there,\n Lane, or we'll blast you out.\"\n\n\n \"You can't,\" Lane called.\n \"This girl from Mars is here.\"", "\"Planet? Oh,\nthat\nMars.\n Sure, I've heard of it—you\n gotta go by spaceship. What's\n your name?\"", "play games, Gerri. I go right\n to the top.\"", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"" ], [ "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "Lane turned to the girl. \"I\n thought you were important.\"\nShe\n stood there with her\n hands together, calmly", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "Lane laughed. \"Any of them\n purple-haired broads I know\n would be crazy scared. You're\n different.\"", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "\"My cybrain sent me.\"\n\n\n She went openmouthed.\n \"You're\nLane\n.\"", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "\"I am, Lane.\" The voice of\n Colonel Klett was lower. \"I'd\n never admit it if you had a", "\"I don't,\" said Lane, unconcerned.", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "this is Lane.\"" ], [ "\"Exactly. The computer\n could outguess a machine, like\n your cybrain. But you introduced\n a totally unpredictable", "you from duty. But I\n know better. You beat that\n analogue computer by sheer\n stupidity—by disregarding\n your cybrain.\"", "The cool cybrain surgically\n implanted in him was working\n on the problem. But Lane\n had no more patience. They'd", "The cybrain jolted an impulse\n through his spine. Lane\n somersaulted. Cybrain had\n taken charge of his motor", "\"My cybrain sent me.\"\n\n\n She went openmouthed.\n \"You're\nLane\n.\"", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "Old cybrain, a gift from the\n Trooper surgeons, compliments\n of the city, would have\n to figure out which one. Blood", "\"You're okay. I wish I\n could let you out. Old cybrain\n says I can't. Says if I drop the", "He stepped up on to the\n window ledge. Automatically,\n the cybrain cut in his paragrav-paks.\n \"So long, outa-towner.\nNow!\n\"", "\"Blaster cannon,\" he said.\n \"But just one. Gotcha, cybrain.\n I can beat that.\"", "Cybrain said no. It said the\n second he dropped his force-screen,\n they'd blast this room\n to hell. Poor girl from Mars,\n she didn't have a chance.", "Lane jumped to the window,\n looked quickly, sprang\n back. Cybrain pumped orders\n to his nervous system.", "computer in the sub-basement\n of the Court House.\n The police analogue computer\n will be able to outthink Lane's\n cybrain, will predict Lane's", "orange and blue. He shrugged\n away the problem. Cybrain\n knew what it was doing.", "on the balcony—emergency!\n Years of training and cybrain\n took over. Lane's hand shot\n out, fingers vibrating. As he", "\"Whaddaya know,\" said\n Lane. \"Cybrain didn't know,\n no more than me.\"\n\n\n The girl noticed the dark\n swell of the force-globe.\n \"What's that out there?\"", "The amplified voice from\n below said, \"The police analogue\n computer is now hooked\n directly to the controls of the\n blaster cannon battery. It will\n outguess Lane's cybrain and\n check his moves ahead of\n time.\"", "Troopers and not enough good\n persons like you. Old cybrain\n says stay here, but I don't\n guess I will. I'm gonna pay", "ahead.\nGo to hell, old cybrain.\n I'm doing all right by myself.\n I come to see the Mayor, and\n I'm gonna see him.", "Which way now? Looks\n like I got a chance. Old cybrain\n says fly right for the\n cannons.\nHe saw the Mayor's balcony" ], [ "\"They'll start shooting pretty\n quick,\" said Lane. \"I'm\n sorry about you.\"\n\n\n \"I wish I could write a letter\n to my parents,\" she said.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "Lane broke off. There was\n a hum outside the window. He\n whirled and stared out. The\n rounded black hulls of the two", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the", "Lane turned to the girl. \"I\n thought you were important.\"\nShe\n stood there with her\n hands together, calmly", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "Lane\n shrugged. He carried\n on the conversation disinterestedly,\n professionally relaxed\n before battle. \"What's", "nerves. Lane's own mind was\n just along for the ride.\nHis\n body snapped into a\n stiff dive position. He began", "\"My cybrain sent me.\"\n\n\n She went openmouthed.\n \"You're\nLane\n.\"", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "\"Yeah, but—\" Lane shook\n his head and turned back to\n the window. \"All right, look!\n Move them boats away and\n I'll let this girl out!\"", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "\"I am, Lane.\" The voice of\n Colonel Klett was lower. \"I'd\n never admit it if you had a", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "\"You know why you were\n kept in the Armory, Lane? I\n heard them talking about it,\n at the dinner I went to last\n night.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "Lane shook his head. \"She's\n got too much class for me. But\n I like what she told me about\n Mars. It's healthy, like.\"", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"", "Lane laughed. \"Any of them\n purple-haired broads I know\n would be crazy scared. You're\n different.\"" ], [ "Lane looked at Gerri. \"How\n about giving me a kiss before\n they get us? Be nice if I kissed\n a girl like you just once in\n my life.\"", "\"Gerri Kin. Look, Lane,\n holding me is no good. It'll\n just get you in worse trouble.\n What are you trying to do?\"", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "Lane pressed the stud on\n his gauntlet again. He turned\n to Gerri.", "and Gerri Kin sat on either\n side of Lane.", "Lane grinned back at Gerri\n Kin. \"Whole town's down\n there.\" Then his grin faded.", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian", "Lane turned to the girl. \"I\n thought you were important.\"\nShe\n stood there with her\n hands together, calmly", "Lane stood for a moment in\n the midst of the sprawled\n men, the shrieks of the crowd\n floating up to him. Then he\n raised his glove to his lips. He\n made contact with Manhattan\n Armory.", "Gerri reeled away from the\n window, sick.\n\n\n Lane said, \"I can do that a\n couple times more, but it\n burns out the force-globe.\n Then I'm dead.\"", "Gerri Kin put her hand to\n her forehead. \"Why did you\n have to pick my room? Why\n did they send me to this crazy", "He recovered and saw Gerri\n a few feet away, dazed, groping\n on hands and knees.", "Lane laughed. \"Any of them\n purple-haired broads I know\n would be crazy scared. You're\n different.\"", "Lane grinned. \"Trooper\n Lane, of the Newyork Special\n Troops, is all.\" He threw her", "Lane looked sadly at her.\n Only two kinds of girls ever\n went near a Trooper—the\n crazy ones and the ones the", "corner of his eye, Lane saw\n the girl fold to the floor. There\n was no one else in the room.\n Lane, still in a crouch, chewed", "Lane frowned with the effort\n of thinking. \"You said I\n had a little right on my side.\n That's a good feeling. Nobody\n ever told me to feel that way\n about myself before. It'll be\n better to die knowing that.\"", "There was a pause. \"Your\n girl from Mars is right, Lane.\n But it's too late now. If we", "\"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry, Lane.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. Over and out.\"", "She smiled and walked forward.\n \"You deserve it, Lane.\"" ], [ "The amplified voice from\n below said, \"The police analogue\n computer is now hooked\n directly to the controls of the\n blaster cannon battery. It will\n outguess Lane's cybrain and\n check his moves ahead of\n time.\"", "computer in the sub-basement\n of the Court House.\n The police analogue computer\n will be able to outthink Lane's\n cybrain, will predict Lane's", "Lane is through now. He has\n been able to outthink police\n with the help of his cybrain.\n Now police are feeding the\n problem to their giant analogue", "you from duty. But I\n know better. You beat that\n analogue computer by sheer\n stupidity—by disregarding\n your cybrain.\"", "\"That's what bothers me. It\n calls for a revision in our tactics.\n We've got a way of beating\n those big computers now,\n should anyone use them\n against us.\"", "The cool cybrain surgically\n implanted in him was working\n on the problem. But Lane\n had no more patience. They'd", "\"Exactly. The computer\n could outguess a machine, like\n your cybrain. But you introduced\n a totally unpredictable", "tricolor behind his force-globe.\n Police are bringing up\n blaster cannon. Lane's defense\n is a globe of energy\n similar to the one which protects", "dangerous. Citizens\n are cautioned to keep clear of\n him. Lane is an insane killer.\n He is armed with the latest\n military weapons. A built-in", "\"No deal, Lane. We're coming\n in.\" The police boats\n backed away slowly, then shot\n straight up, out of the line of\n vision.", "the data into that analogue\n computer, you're finished.\"", "\"Backfire,\" said Lane. \"I set\n the screen to throw their\n blaster beam right back at\n them.\"\n\n\n \"And they knew you might—and\n yet they let a crowd\n congregate!\"", "\"Lashing police with his\n vibray,\" said the announcer,\n \"Lane broke through the cordon\n surrounding Manhattan", "Again Lane and Gerri were\n thrown to the floor. But this\n time there was a second explosion\n and a blinding flash\n from below.\n\n\n Lane laughed boyishly and\n ran to the window.", "The two police boats were\n hovering above the towers.\n Lane's mailed hand snapped\n open a pouch at his belt. He", "Lane said, \"They told us in\n Trooper Academy that it's the\n men that win the wars.\"", "The cybrain jolted an impulse\n through his spine. Lane\n somersaulted. Cybrain had\n taken charge of his motor", "churned in his veins, nerves\n shrieked with impatience.\n Lane waited for the electronic\n brain to come up with the answer.", "A loudspeaker shouted into\n the room: \"Come out of there,\n Lane, or we'll blast you out.\"\n\n\n \"You can't,\" Lane called.\n \"This girl from Mars is here.\"", "\"Lane is holding the Martian\n Ambassador, Gerri Kin,\n hostage. You can see the Martian" ] ]

[ "The Captain is characterized in all of the following ways EXCEPT:", "What is the narrator's profession?", "The Pequod, Nimitz, and Triton are all references to? ", "According to the narrator, who is the most important figure onboard a spacecraft? ", "All of the following is 'recycled' to create extra 'food' EXCEPT for:", "How do the crewmen view the tension between Winkelmann and Bailey?", "How does Winkelmann justify his critical stance towards Bailey's cooking?", "What was Winkelmann's greatest insult to Bailey?", "How did Bailey achieve the meal that tasted like barbeque?" ]

[ [ "melodramatic", "sardonic", "exasperating", "acrimonious" ], [ "astronaut", "doctor", "sailor", "cook" ], [ "crewmen aboard the Charles Partlow Sale", "seafaring men or ships from literature", "names of scientists who invented food recycling techniques", "the most palatable strains of algae" ], [ "the Captain", "the chef", "the waste manager", "the 'doctor'" ], [ "urine", "hair", "algae", "bones" ], [ "They are repulsed by the Captain's condescending remarks", "They are thankful that the Captain's cruelty influences Bailey to create more palatable food", "They are determined to stay out of the conflict, for fear of being punished by the Captain", "They are concerned that Bailey will mutiny by refusing to fulfill his job responsibilities" ], [ "It motivates Bailey to seek the approval of his shipmates", "It prevents Bailey from becoming apathetic in the kitchen", "It compels Bailey to be more creative with his resources", "It builds Bailey's character and makes him more resilient" ], [ "Slathering ketchup on Bailey's most proud concoction", "Reducing his compensation", "Refusing to eat the steaks that Bailey innovated", "Remarking that the food in which he invested the least effort in making was the most delicious" ], [ "He added the Captain's entrails", "He allowed the chlorella to ferment longer", "He used actual pork products", "He added his own refuse" ] ]

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[ [ "though daring him to comment. The Captain lifted a spoonful of the\n disgusting stuff to his lips, smacked and said, \"Belly-Robber, you're\n improving a little at last.\"", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "Captain Winkelmann was not a reader, and had brought no books. Cards\n interested him not at all, as card-playing implies a sociability alien", "\"Captain, you've gone too far,\" I said. Bailey, his fists knotted, was\n scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion.", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "his head, his hands folded before him in an ecstasy of pleasure. A\n kind word from the Captain bettered the ruffles-and-flourishes of a", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "\"It rather throws me off my appetite to hear how you muddle about with\n our food,\" the Captain said, his jowls settling into an expression of", "\"Then he's beat the Captain at his game,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks,\" the crewman\n said.", "path to Mars. Each meal he prepared was a fresh attempt to propitiate\n the appetite of our splenetic Captain. Each such offering was condemned\n by that heartless man. Bailey began to try avoiding the Captain at", "is the Cook. This trip, the-man-you-love-to-hate was our Captain.", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"", "Captain Willy Winkelmann who never referred to the ship's head by any\n other name than The Kitchen Cabinet.", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "to his nature. He never drank aboard ship. I had supposed that he'd\n exercised his option of returning his personal-effects weight allowance\n to the owners for the consideration of one hundred dollars a kilogram.", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "\"We are not amused,\" said Captain Winkelmann, accepting a second\n helping of the pseudo-turkey. \"You are improving, Belly-Robber, but" ], [ "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "I sat, unfolded my napkin, and looked with hope to the electric\n warming-pan at the center of the table. Bailey served the three of", "\"Orders,\" I said. I poured us each some fifty cc's of rye. \"This is\n therapy, Bailey,\" I told him. He poured the fiery stuff down his throat", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "\"You accuse me of driving a man to make bricks without straw,\"\n Winkelmann said. \"Very well, Doctor. It is my belief that if the", "I smiled, too. Bailey had conquered himself. His psychic defenses were\n now strong enough to withstand the Captain's fiercest assaults of", "Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. \"You think, Doctor,\n that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged\n man?\"", "The product of Bailey's cerebrations was on the mess table at noon the\n next day. We were each served an individual head of lettuce, dressed", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "Bailey nodded from his one-man cloud of gloom. I got a bottle of rye\n from Medical Stores and offered him a therapeutic draught. The Cook", "to his nature. He never drank aboard ship. I had supposed that he'd\n exercised his option of returning his personal-effects weight allowance\n to the owners for the consideration of one hundred dollars a kilogram.", "\"That's better,\" Winkelmann said, and took another bite. He said\n meditatively, \"Used with caution, and only by myself, I believe I have", "an apt confederate of\nvis medicatrix naturae\n, the healing power of\n nature. Half an hour later I strapped Bailey into his bunk to sleep it", "him while away the hours between the planets. Bailey, I knew for a\n fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of", "mess compartment, we ate\n our meals in three shifts. That evening, going down the ladder to\n supper, my nose was met with a spine-tingling barbecue tang, a smell", "is what I have to work with,\" he said. He tossed the stuff back into\n its bin. \"In Ohio, which is my home country, in the presence of ladies,\n we'd call such garbage Horse-Leavings.\"", "\"I hate him,\" Bailey said with the simplicity of true emotion. He\n reached for the bottle. I let him have it. Sometimes alcohol can be", "man's pink cheeks bulged and jumped with his chewing. He swallowed.\n \"Belly-Robber,\" Winkelmann said, \"I had almost rather you served me" ], [ "The\nPequod's\ncrew ate wormy biscuit and salt beef. Nimitz's men won", "their war on canned pork and beans. The\nTriton\nmade her underwater\n periplus of Earth with a galley stocked with frozen pizza and", "to the Fiji Islanders, or settling the Australian littoral with\n cross-coves from Middlesex and Hampshire—he is referred to the\n hundred-and-first chapter of\nMoby Dick", "spacer. He can make morale or foment a mutiny. His power is paramount.\n Slimeheads remember the H. M. S.\nAjax", "the ship—cannot be coaxed to work on hog-slop. You understand me,\n Belly-Robber?\"", "\"You must realize, Belly-Robber, that a dyspeptic Captain is a threat\n to the welfare of his ship. Were I to continue eating your surrealistic", "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "ration. He may thus bring aboard with him some forty-five pounds of\n books, playing-cards, knitting-wool, whiskey or what have you to help", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "Captain Willy Winkelmann who never referred to the ship's head by any\n other name than The Kitchen Cabinet.", "In the days when salt-sea sailors were charting islands and spearing\n seals, for example, the fo'c's'le hands called themselves Lobscousers,", "the algaeburgers with half a mind, and hurried back into his galley\n oblivious of the taunts of his crewmates.\nThere being only three seats in the\nSale's", "Robert,\" on Ship's Articles. He at once renamed our unfortunate\n shipmate \"Belly-Robber.\" It was Winkelmann who discussed\nhaut\n cuisine", "\"Then he's beat the Captain at his game,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The Dutchman won't want to mess ketchup on these steaks,\" the crewman\n said.", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "the stomach of every man aboard, where it fermented each subsequent\n bite he ate to a superior grade of\nsake\n. And for a third footnote to", "men on ships think about, talk about, bitch about their food. It's\n true that Woman remains a topic of thoughtful study, but discussion\n can never replace practice in an art. Food, on the other hand, is a", "challenge shipmen face three times a day, so central to their thoughts\n that a history of sea-faring can be read from a commissary list.", "\"Belly-Robber,\" he said, his tone icy as winter wind off the North Sea,\n \"you had best cycle this mess through the tanks again. There is a pun\n in my home country:" ], [ "Surgeon was myself, Paul Vilanova. Our Captain was Willy Winkelmann,\n the hardest man in space and very likely the fattest. Ship's Cook was\n Robert Bailey.", "Each man aboard a spacer is allowed ten kilograms of personal effects\n besides his uniforms, these being considered Ship's Furnishing. As\n his rank and responsibility merit, the Captain is allowed double this", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "in space. My employment is more in the nature of TS-card-puncher\n extraordinary. My duties are to serve as wailing-wall, morale officer,", "The Ship's Cook, the man who accomplishes the daily miracle of turning\n offal into eatables, is in many ways the most vital man aboard a", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "said. \"He eats well. We all do. I've dined aboard a lot of spacers in\n my time, and I'll testify that you set a table second to none.\"", "him while away the hours between the planets. Bailey, I knew for a\n fact, had used up his weight-allowance in bringing aboard a case of", "\"Not much,\" I said. \"I suspect that the finest gift our Captain can\n give his mother is to be absent from her on Mother's Day. But we've got\n to live with him. He's a good man at driving a ship.\"", "Captain and their Cook served to feed them so well. Most spacers embark\n on an outward voyage somewhat plump, having eaten enough on their last\n few days aground to smuggle several hundred calories of fat and many", "Winkelmann got up and climbed the ladder to the pilot-cubicle. I\n followed him. \"Captain,\" I said, \"you're driving Bailey too hard.\n You're asking him to make bricks without straw.\"", "Cooking aboard a spacer is a job combining the more frustrating\n tensions of biochemistry, applied mycology, high-speed farming,", "spacer. He can make morale or foment a mutiny. His power is paramount.\n Slimeheads remember the H. M. S.\nAjax", "Bailey and I climbed from the mess compartment together. I steered him\n to my quarters, where the medical supplies were stored. He sat on my\n bunk and exploded into weeping, banging his fists against the metal", "memories of good food aboard with them. This trip, none of the men had\n lost weight during the first four months in space. Winkelmann, indeed,", "water, two pounds of oxygen, and one-and-a-half pounds of dry food.\n This isn't just a paragraph from the Spacer Union Contract. It's a", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "was the sort of man who, if he had to go into space at all, had best do\n so alone. If the Prussians had a Marine Corps, Winkelmann would have", "breed apart. We're the one race of men who can't afford the luxury of\n squeamishness.\nThough I'm signed aboard as Ship's Surgeon, I seldom lift a knife", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"" ], [ "All waste was used to fertilize our liquid fields. Even the stubble\n from our 2,680 shaves and the clippings from our 666 haircuts en route", "molecules reclaimed from the head; packaged amino acid additives. And\n he expects meals that would take the blue ribbon at the annual banquet\n of the Friends of Escoffier!\"", "\"Only good food,\" Winkelmann mumbled through his mouthful of disguised\n algae. He tapped his head with a finger. \"This—the brain that guides", "The algae—dried by the Cook, bleached with methyl alcohol to kill the\n smell and make the residue more digestible, disguised and seasoned in a", "of metabolites would see us through from Brady Station to Piano West\n and back. Recycling was the answer. The molecule of carbohydrate, fat,", "For dessert, he served a fudge compounded from the dextrose-paste of\n the carbohydrate recycler. The crew thanked him. The Captain did not.", "this pond-scum raw than have it all mucked-up with synthetic onions and\n cycler-salt.\"\n\"You seem able enough to choke down Bailey's chow, Captain,\" I said. I", "to improvise, to widen the horizons of his ingenuity. He will learn\n somehow to bring good food from Chlorella tanks.\"", "with the\n vapors,\" Winkelmann said. \"I do not expect from you hysterics, tantrums\n or weeping. Only—can you understand this, so simple?—food that will", "The first amenity of groundside existence to be abandoned was decent\n food. The earliest men into the vacuum swallowed protein squeezings", "\"Yes, I eat it,\" the Captain said, taking and talking through another\n bite. \"But I eat only as a man in the desert will eat worms and\n grasshoppers, to stay alive.\"", "with something very like vinegar and oil, spiced with tiny leaves of\n burnet. How Bailey had constructed those synthetic lettuces I can only\n guess: the hours spent preparing a green Chlorella paste, rolling and", "faintly green. The essence-of-steak used in these Chlorella cutlets had\n been sprinkled with a lavish hand. Garlic was richly in evidence. \"It's", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "\"That only suggests atrophy of their taste buds,\" Winkelmann said.\n \"Doctor, you are excused. As are you, Belly-Robber,\" he added.", "water, two pounds of oxygen, and one-and-a-half pounds of dry food.\n This isn't just a paragraph from the Spacer Union Contract. It's a", "brilliant galleymanship. We were served, for instance, an\nersatz\nhot\n turkey supreme. The cheese-sauce was almost believable, the Chlorella", "the stomach of every man aboard, where it fermented each subsequent\n bite he ate to a superior grade of\nsake\n. And for a third footnote to", "us with the small \"steaks.\" Each contained about a pound of dried\n Chlorella, I judged, teasing mine with my fork. But they were drenched", "hundred ways—served as a sort of meat-and-potatoes that never quite\n wore out. Our air and water were equally immortal. Each molecule of" ], [ "The crew and my fellow-officers were amused by Winkelmann's riding of\n Bailey; they were in addition gratified that the battle between their", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "Bailey stared across the dining-cubby toward Winkelmann, silently\n imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. The big", "Winkelmann got up and climbed the ladder to the pilot-cubicle. I\n followed him. \"Captain,\" I said, \"you're driving Bailey too hard.\n You're asking him to make bricks without straw.\"", "Bailey stood up. \"Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?\" he asked.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "that looked\n and tasted like the vomit of some bottom-feeding sea-beast. Bailey,\n red-eyed and a-tremble, made no apology, and stared at Winkelmann as", "\"Damn you!\" Bailey shouted.\n\n\n Winkelmann's smile flicked off, and his blue eyes pierced the Cook.\n\n\n \"... Sir,\" Bailey added.", "you are feeding me.\" Captain Winkelmann blotted his chin\n with his napkin, heaved his bulk up from the table, and climbed up the\n ladder from the dining-cubby.", "Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. \"You think, Doctor,\n that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged\n man?\"", "\"Doctor, I must point out to you that it ill behooves the Ship's\n Surgeon to side with the Cook against the Captain,\" Winkelmann said.", "If the Cook hadn't problems enough with the chemical and psychic duties\n of his office, Winkelmann supplied the want. Captain Willy Winkelmann", "\"Sir, Bailey has tried hard to please you,\" I said. \"The other officers\n and the men have been more than satisfied with his work.\"", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "\"Bailey will have some fifty thousand dollars' salary waiting when we\n ground at Brady Station,\" Captain Winkelmann said. \"So much money buys\n many discomforts. That will be all, Doctor Vilanova.\"", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"", "the crew, \"and ask him to step down here a moment.\" And the Cook would\n cheerlessly appear in the dining-cubby, to have his culinary genius\n acidly called in question again.", "\"Captain, you've gone too far,\" I said. Bailey, his fists knotted, was\n scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion.", "\"That will be all, Doctor Vilanova,\" Captain Winkelmann repeated.\nBailey grew more silent as we threaded our way along the elliptical" ], [ "that looked\n and tasted like the vomit of some bottom-feeding sea-beast. Bailey,\n red-eyed and a-tremble, made no apology, and stared at Winkelmann as", "\"Damn you!\" Bailey shouted.\n\n\n Winkelmann's smile flicked off, and his blue eyes pierced the Cook.\n\n\n \"... Sir,\" Bailey added.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "Bailey stared across the dining-cubby toward Winkelmann, silently\n imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. The big", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "have learned to cook with the competence of a freshman Home Economics\n student. That will be all, Bailey.\"", "\"I wish he'd leave off driving this Cook,\" Bailey said. \"The fat swine!\"", "\"That's better,\" Winkelmann said, and took another bite. He said\n meditatively, \"Used with caution, and only by myself, I believe I have", "Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. \"You think, Doctor,\n that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged\n man?\"", "\"His plumpness is an unwitting tribute to your cooking, Bailey,\" I", "Bailey frowned, but kept his temper, an asceticism in which by now he'd\n had much practice. \"I've been working on the problem of steak, Sir,\"", "\"Doctor, I must point out to you that it ill behooves the Ship's\n Surgeon to side with the Cook against the Captain,\" Winkelmann said.", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "The crew and my fellow-officers were amused by Winkelmann's riding of\n Bailey; they were in addition gratified that the battle between their", "Bailey stood up. \"Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?\" he asked.", "Winkelmann got up and climbed the ladder to the pilot-cubicle. I\n followed him. \"Captain,\" I said, \"you're driving Bailey too hard.\n You're asking him to make bricks without straw.\"" ], [ "\"Damn you!\" Bailey shouted.\n\n\n Winkelmann's smile flicked off, and his blue eyes pierced the Cook.\n\n\n \"... Sir,\" Bailey added.", "that looked\n and tasted like the vomit of some bottom-feeding sea-beast. Bailey,\n red-eyed and a-tremble, made no apology, and stared at Winkelmann as", "\"Yes, sir,\" Bailey said, his face a picture of that offense the British\n term Dumb Insolence.", "The Captain's particular patsy was, of course, young Bailey the Cook.\n It was Winkelmann who saw humorous possibilities in the entry, \"Bailey,", "The crew and my fellow-officers were amused by Winkelmann's riding of\n Bailey; they were in addition gratified that the battle between their", "Winkelmann regarded me with his pale-blue stare. \"You think, Doctor,\n that my cruelty to the Belly-Robber is the biliousness of a middle-aged\n man?\"", "\"I wish he'd leave off driving this Cook,\" Bailey said. \"The fat swine!\"", "Bailey stared across the dining-cubby toward Winkelmann, silently\n imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. The big", "Bailey stood up. \"Do you like Captain Winkelmann, Doctor?\" he asked.", "Captain that he curtail his diet for reasons of health, a bit of advice\n that would have stood unique in the annals of space medicine, when\n Winkelmann produced his supreme insult to our Cook.", "Winkelmann got up and climbed the ladder to the pilot-cubicle. I\n followed him. \"Captain,\" I said, \"you're driving Bailey too hard.\n You're asking him to make bricks without straw.\"", "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "of the ship and his crew. \"Do I like Captain Winkelmann?\" I asked,\n spearing another piece of my artificial steak. \"Bailey, I'm afraid I'll", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "\"Bailey will have some fifty thousand dollars' salary waiting when we\n ground at Brady Station,\" Captain Winkelmann said. \"So much money buys\n many discomforts. That will be all, Doctor Vilanova.\"", "\"Captain, you've gone too far,\" I said. Bailey, his fists knotted, was\n scarlet, his chest heaving with emotion.", "\"You'll never make Winkelmann happy,\" I said. \"Even the simultaneous\n death of all other human beings could hardly make him smile. Keep up\n the good work, though, and you'll keep our Captain fat.\"", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "\"Sir, Bailey has tried hard to please you,\" I said. \"The other officers\n and the men have been more than satisfied with his work.\"", "\"Sir, what in heaven's name do you expect from me?\" Bailey pleaded." ], [ "of fresh-broiled beef. Winkelmann bit down, chewed, swallowed. \"Not\n too bad, Belly-Robber,\" he said, nodding. Bailey grinned and bobbed", "a bit from my steak and chewed it. Too tender, of course; there are\n limits to art. But the pond-scum taste was gone. Bailey appeared in the", "with something very like vinegar and oil, spiced with tiny leaves of\n burnet. How Bailey had constructed those synthetic lettuces I can only\n guess: the hours spent preparing a green Chlorella paste, rolling and", "Bailey smiled and lifted a second steak from the warming-pan onto my\n plate. \"Then have another piece,\" he said.", "Bailey lifted the cover off the electric warming-pan at the center of\n the table and tenderly lifted a small \"steak\" onto each of our plates.", "I myself do not doubt that Bailey was the finest Cook ever to go\n into Hohmann orbit. His every meal established a higher benchmark in", "Bailey frowned, but kept his temper, an asceticism in which by now he'd\n had much practice. \"I've been working on the problem of steak, Sir,\"", "I smiled and took another bite. \"You may not realize it, Bailey; but\n this is a victory for the Captain, too. He drove you to this triumph;\n you couldn't have done it without him.\"", "that looked\n and tasted like the vomit of some bottom-feeding sea-beast. Bailey,\n red-eyed and a-tremble, made no apology, and stared at Winkelmann as", "turkey-flesh was white and tender. Bailey served with this delicacy\n a grainy and delicious \"cornbread,\" and had extracted from his algae", "Bailey tried to feed us by groundside standards. He hid the taste\n of synthetic methionine—an essential amino acid not synthesized by", "The product of Bailey's cerebrations was on the mess table at noon the\n next day. We were each served an individual head of lettuce, dressed", "have learned to cook with the competence of a freshman Home Economics\n student. That will be all, Bailey.\"", "\"He was driving you to do the impossible,\" I said; \"and you did it. Our\n Captain may be a hard man, Bailey; but he did know how to coax maximum\n performance out of his Ship's Cook.\"", "mess compartment, we ate\n our meals in three shifts. That evening, going down the ladder to\n supper, my nose was met with a spine-tingling barbecue tang, a smell", "Bailey stared across the dining-cubby toward Winkelmann, silently\n imploring the Captain's ratification of his masterpiece. The big", "I sat, unfolded my napkin, and looked with hope to the electric\n warming-pan at the center of the table. Bailey served the three of", "\"Yes, Sir,\" Bailey said. \"Well, I squeezed the\n steak-substrate—Chlorella, of course, with all sorts of special", "vehement in their protests, blaming the Captain, in his absence, for\n the decline in culinary standards. Bailey seemed not to care. He served", "The algae—dried by the Cook, bleached with methyl alcohol to kill the\n smell and make the residue more digestible, disguised and seasoned in a" ] ]

[ "Var and Neena most likely belong to which group:", "What power does Var possess?", "What message for humanity does the author wish to communicate, regarding the fate of the Ryzgas?", "Which lingering effect of the Ryzgas' downfall makes life challenging for people like Var and Neena?", "What is the Watcher's purpose in spinning the vision of when the Ryzgas fell?", "What is ironic about the conclusion of the story?", "What causes the shaking of the mountain?", "Why were the Ryzgas not afraid that someone might enter their mountain?", "How is the Ryzga different from Var and Neena?" ]

[ [ "A mutated strain between the slaves and masters of the Ryzgas", "Descendants of the slaves of the Ryzgas", "Members of an alien group that destroyed the Ryzgas", "Descendants of the Ryzga masters" ], [ "the ability to change his appearance", "the ability to travel through air", "the ability to communicate telepathically", "the ability to change the form of physical objects" ], [ "While social stratification may benefit one group temporarily, eventually it will shatter social institutions", "Humans are doomed to repeat history until they wipe out their entire race", "We should be grateful for natural gifts bestowed by the Earth, and not try to seek more beyond life's simple pleasures", "Actions and decisions made in the name of love can breed destructive hatred" ], [ "The Ryzgas littered the planet with wreckage of their old creations, which renders it inhabitable", "The Ryzgas destroyed or used up all of their materials, so Var and Neena's people can only construct things with their dreams", "The Ryzgas manipulate the entire planet through their Control Center, so all outcomes are predestined", "The Ryzgas toxified the environment, which has caused a genetic mutation among their descendants" ], [ "To tell a story of human selfishness and evil in order to arm Var and Neena against the Ryzgas", "To instill a sensible amount of fear in Var and Neena before they sacrifice the world for their romance", "To persuade Var and Neena not to go further in their journey without understanding the potential consequences", "To convey a neutral account of history in order to inform Var and Neena of what they're up against" ], [ "The slave masters of the Ryzgas were ultimately eradicated by their own slaves", "Humans seem to feel they have no other alternative than to kill and cause suffering before they can establish peace", "Var will likely be killed or imprisoned for life, and Neena will bear the mark of shame for eternity", "Despite the Watcher's message, Var continued his journey to the mountain in pursuit of personal gain" ], [ "The awakening of the Ryzgas", "Machines", "Earthquakes and tremors", "Dreams spun by the Ryzgas" ], [ "They did not believe that anyone would want to return to a terrifying society that the Ryzgas left behind", "They commissioned the Watcher to spin dreadful dreams about what might happen if people attempted to do so", "They thought that their descendants would eventually die out without access to raw materials", "They were convinced that no one would be able to penetrate the mountain without advanced technology" ], [ "He ages backwards", "He cannot spin dreams", "He is immortal", "He is a zombie" ] ]

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[ [ "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her\n mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history\n briefly. \"We should have been safe among my people by now. And before", "be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse\n was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the\n last days.", "Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at\n Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. \"Follow? Why,", "Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion; only by its echo in Neena's\n mind did he recognize it as a sense of guilt. He said stiffly, \"You\n don't blame us?\"", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "\"Oh!\" cried Neena in involuntary alarm.\n\n\n Var sighed, shaking his head. \"It won't hold them for long, but it's the\n best I can do now. Come on.\"", "Neena sat up and stifled a cry of fright. Var growled, \"Who are you?\n Where's the Watcher?\"", "The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she\n nestled by Var's side. He asked, \"And you—are you willing to follow\n your lover in this?\"", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows.\n Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: \"Go\n back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!\"", "Without warning, lights went on. Blinking in their glare, Var and Neena\n saw that fifty paces before them the way opened out into a great rounded", "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "Together they plunged into the curtain of darkness.\nAt Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. \"Feel that!\" he", "Var and Neena turned. Far out in the sea of fog, on a dream bridge that\n they could not see, stood Groz. He shook the staff he carried. It was", "and the city burned and burned....\nVar blinked dazedly in the shadowless glow of the ice-cave. His arm\n tightened about Neena till she gasped. He was momentarily uncertain that", "Var passed a hand across bewildered eyes. Neena said softly, \"Thank you,\n Watcher.\"", "Neena shivered, even though the surrounding cold could not reach her.\n The ice-wind blew from the glacier, but Var's love was round her as a" ], [ "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "below, and I returned in time.\" Now for the first time Var sensed the\n power in the old man's look, the power of four hundred years' wisdom.\n Var stared down at his hands.", "Var grinned mirthlessly. \"We haven't much choice, since they're\n overtaking us. I have only one idea left: we can go where Groz may fear\n to follow us.\"", "he and she were real and here, such had been the force of the dream, a\n vision of such scope and reality as Var had never seen—no, lived", "will be deceived and follow her, and by the time they catch her it will\n be too late for them to overtake Var.\"", "Var and Neena turned. Far out in the sea of fog, on a dream bridge that\n they could not see, stood Groz. He shook the staff he carried. It was", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "Holding that grip, Var strode across the floor and looked straight into\n the Ryzga's frantic eyes. They glared back at him with such hatred and", "face was unsmiling. \"It is this. You, Var, can flee up the canyon to the\n north, by a way I will show you, disguising your thoughts and masking", "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "Not looking at the Watcher, Var muttered unsteadily, \"We have no\n alternative.\"", "looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher\n seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "Together they plunged into the curtain of darkness.\nAt Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. \"Feel that!\" he", "Var sent his thoughts probing beyond the curtain, listened intently,\n head thrown back, to their echoes that returned. The tunnel beyond", "\"Forward, before the charge builds up again!\" said Var. A few feet\n further on, they stumbled over a pile of charred bones. Someone else had", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse\n was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the\n last days.", "Var said, \"The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass.\"\n He stood rigid, trying to catch an echo of the Watcher's thoughts, but" ], [ "\"In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science\n that the race of man would endure them no longer. They made ready their", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to", "in its force. It was a lustful image of a world once more obedient,\n crawling, laboring to do the Ryzgas' will—\ntoward the stars, the\n stars!", "\"The Ryzgas also were men,\" said the Watcher. \"But they were such a race\n as the world has not seen before or since. There were tyrannies before", "unsettling, and in part they were couched in alien and unintelligible\n symbols. But there was no block. Apparently the Ryzga felt no need to\n close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures....", "with an infant, he projected his thoughts into the other's mind. \"There\n will be no new beginning for you in\nour\nworld, Ryzga! In two thousand", "we—we too are a remnant, the descendants of the few out of all humanity\n that survived when the Ryzgas' world went down in flame and thunder.", "hope of new life on a world gutted and smoldering from the fulfilment of\n the Ryzgas' dream, without slogans other than a cry for blood.", "world, compared to that the Ryzgas made and will make again.\"", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "the Ryzgas, there was lust for power, and atrocious cruelty; but such\n tyranny, power, and cruelty as theirs, had never been known. They ruled", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "crumbled. But if they are wakened, the mountain will tremble, and the\n Ryzgas will come forth.\"", "The Ryzga's final thought clicked into place:\nDecision!\nHe turned\n toward the switchboard behind him, reaching with practised certainty for\n one spot upon it.\n\n\n Neena screamed.", "The tide of hate and sick desire rose up to drown all coherence. The\n Ryzga made a savage, wholly futile effort to lift the weapon in his", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "such evil that for an instant he almost faltered. But the Ryzga's\n efforts, as he strove to free himself from the neural hold, were as", "cliffs and sheer its crevasses. But its outward perils could not compare\n with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and\n conquer...." ], [ "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse\n was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the\n last days.", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her\n mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "\"In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science\n that the race of man would endure them no longer. They made ready their", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to", "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "and the city burned and burned....\nVar blinked dazedly in the shadowless glow of the ice-cave. His arm\n tightened about Neena till she gasped. He was momentarily uncertain that", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "\"Oh!\" cried Neena in involuntary alarm.\n\n\n Var sighed, shaking his head. \"It won't hold them for long, but it's the\n best I can do now. Come on.\"", "such evil that for an instant he almost faltered. But the Ryzga's\n efforts, as he strove to free himself from the neural hold, were as", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "hope of new life on a world gutted and smoldering from the fulfilment of\n the Ryzgas' dream, without slogans other than a cry for blood.", "Var felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion; only by its echo in Neena's\n mind did he recognize it as a sense of guilt. He said stiffly, \"You\n don't blame us?\"", "Together they plunged into the curtain of darkness.\nAt Var's thought command Neena froze instantly. \"Feel that!\" he", "in stupefaction at the fallen Ryzga, then with something like awe at\n Var.", "Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows.\n Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: \"Go\n back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!\"" ], [ "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "\"The Ryzgas also were men,\" said the Watcher. \"But they were such a race\n as the world has not seen before or since. There were tyrannies before", "The Watcher eyed them speculatively. \"Before all,\" he said finally,\n \"this is a world where you are free to risk wakening the old tyrants, if\n in your own judgment your great need renders the chance worth taking.\"", "in its force. It was a lustful image of a world once more obedient,\n crawling, laboring to do the Ryzgas' will—\ntoward the stars, the\n stars!", "\"You are ready to go,\" said the Watcher. He spoke aloud, and his voice\n was cracked and harsh. Var opened his eyes in surprise, and saw that the\n Watcher had become again the hoary ancient of last night.", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "\"In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science\n that the race of man would endure them no longer. They made ready their", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "in stupefaction at the fallen Ryzga, then with something like awe at\n Var.", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "They stood high on the side of the Ryzga mountain, and gazed at the\n doorway. It was an opaque yet penetrable well of darkness, opening into", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "The other flashed white teeth in a smile. \"I'm the Watcher,\" he\n answered. \"Often I become a youth at morning, and relax into age as the", "are doing. That is the second part of the law the First Watcher made: to\n guard lest the unwary and the ignorant should bring harm on themselves\n and on all men.\"", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "with his fist. It shattered and fell in a rain of splinters, sparkling\n in the light that poured from within.\nThey felt the Watcher rouse, heard his footsteps, and finally saw him—a", "disappointing. They had expected something more—an ancient giant, a\n tower of wisdom and strength. The Watcher was four hundred years old;\n beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy.", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and" ], [ "Var felt Neena beside him, and drew her close. As she sobbed her relief,\n he continued to look down absently at the dead man. When at last he", "The two stood shivering together.\n\n\n The morning wind stirred, freshening, the fog lifted a little, and they\n heard a great voice crying, \"There they are!\"", "\"I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the\n old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain", "The old man grinned toothlessly. \"Never fear. Asleep or awake, I watch.\n Come in! You're letting in the wind.\"", "conditions that made him great were gone. The survivors must be\n something else—capacities undeveloped by our science—after us the end\n of man, the beginning.... But those of us who chose to die were right.\"", "The Watcher peered at them in turn. \"Welcome,\" he said in a cracked\n voice. He did not speak again; the rest of his conversation was in\n thought only. \"Welcome indeed. I am too much alone here.\"", "Then, unbelievably, the thunder fell silent, and the silence swept\n outward like a wave, from ruined street to street. The mouths that had", "own limbs, his face was a numb mask. Dully he heard the old man say,\n \"You are tired. Best sleep until morning.\"", "The Ryzga's final thought clicked into place:\nDecision!\nHe turned\n toward the switchboard behind him, reaching with practised certainty for\n one spot upon it.\n\n\n Neena screamed.", "The two young people stared for a long minute, intrigued and fearful.\n Both had heard of this place, and the ancient who lived there to keep", "picture of that world's end. I will show it to you....\"\nVar and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old", "\"Yes, yes. You shall have what I can give you. Make yourselves\n comfortable, and in one minute.... Pursued, eh? A pity. I see the world\n is as bad as it was when I was last in it.\"", "there was nothing. Perhaps the old man was resting. From the other\n direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to\n sense the thought of Groz. That thought was powerful, and heavy with", "too far to discern the rage that must contort his features, but the\n thought he hurled at them was a soundless bellow: \"Young fools! I've\n caught you now!\"", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "\"You have taken life in your own hands,\" rasped the Watcher. \"Who does\n that needs no blessing and feels no curse. Go!\"", "From behind, up the tunnel, came a clear involuntary thought of dismay,\n then a directed thought, echoing and ghostly in the confinement of the\n dark burrow:", "their machineless culture. In all the brilliant space there was no life.\n They looked at one another, the same thought coming to both at once:\n perhaps, after two thousand years, the masters were dead after all, and", "They thought, in the warm intimacy of unreserved understanding: \"\nIt\n would work: I-you would make the sacrifice of shame and mockery—yet", "can begin again.\" Then, startlingly super-imposed on the cool\n progression of logical thought, came a wave of raw emotion, devastating" ], [ "Then they felt the mountain begin to tremble. A very faint and remote\n vibration at first, then an increasingly potent shuddering of the floor", "them now as they have for two thousand years. When I had gone that far,\n the mountain began to shake, the force that is in the Earth rumbled", "They plunged deeper into the mountain. And the shaking of the mountain\n increased with every step, its vibrations became sound, and its sound", "crumbled. But if they are wakened, the mountain will tremble, and the\n Ryzgas will come forth.\"", "WHEN THE MOUNTAIN SHOOK\nBy Robert Abernathy\nIllustrated by Kelly Freas\n[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science", "Groz seemed to hesitate. Then he swung his staff up like a weapon, and\n for the two on the mountainside the world turned upside down, the", "\"I have told you the story you know, and have shown you a glimpse of the\n old time, because I must make sure that you do not approach the mountain", "rule would come again. These raised a black mountain from the Earth's\n heart, and in hollows within it cast themselves into deathless sleep,\n their deathless and lifeless sentinels round them, to wait till someone", "The two stood shivering together.\n\n\n The morning wind stirred, freshening, the fog lifted a little, and they\n heard a great voice crying, \"There they are!\"", "had passed through to light up the depths beyond. For within the\n mountain something snapped suddenly alert—something alive yet not\n living, seeing yet blind. They felt light-sensitive cells tingle in", "under their feet and the walls around them. Somewhere far below immense\n energies were stirring for the first time in centuries. The power that\n was in the Earth was rising; great wheels commenced to turn, the", "shouted their wrath were speechless, and the rage-blinded eyes were\n lifted in sudden awe. From the center, over the citadel, an immense\n white globe soared upward, rising swiftly without sound.", "mountain's black shoulder hung inverted above them and the dizzy gulf of\n sky was beneath. Var fought for footing with his balance gone, feeling", "The stunned paralysis fell apart in fury. Flame towered over the\n citadel. The hordes ran and shrieked again toward the central inferno,", "\"To the mountain, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"And into it, if need be.\"", "Behind Groz the figures of his followers loomed up as striding shadows.\n Neena's hand tightened on Var's. Var sent a thought of defiance: \"Go\n back! Or you'll drive us to enter the mountain!\"", "It poised motionless. For an instant the burning city lay mute; then the\n millions found voice. Some roared ferocious threats and curses; others", "Then, unbelievably, the thunder fell silent, and the silence swept\n outward like a wave, from ruined street to street. The mouths that had", "strange lights dipped above it; and for good measure there was an\n avalanche in the dream, and hideous beasts rushed snapping and ravening\n from the crevices of the rock.", "\"It is true,\" said the Watcher heavily. \"In my youth I penetrated\n farther into the mountain than anyone before, farther even than did the" ], [ "They stood high on the side of the Ryzga mountain, and gazed at the\n doorway. It was an opaque yet penetrable well of darkness, opening into", "cliffs and sheer its crevasses. But its outward perils could not compare\n with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and\n conquer....", "the face of a lava cliff, closed only by an intangible curtain—so\n little had the Ryzgas feared those who might assail them in their sleep.", "The Watcher's face did not change. He said gravely, \"Very well. I will\n give you what knowledge I have that may help you when you enter the\n Ryzga mountain.\"", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "watch on the Ryzga mountain, as a part of the oldest legends of their\n childhood; but neither had been here before.", "At sunset they were in sight of the Ryzga mountain. Strangely it towered\n among the cliffs and snow-slopes of the surrounding ranges: an immense", "crumbled. But if they are wakened, the mountain will tremble, and the\n Ryzgas will come forth.\"", "It was black night, as it would really be when Groz and his henchmen\n reached this place; lurid fire spewed from the Ryzga mountain, and", "unsettling, and in part they were couched in alien and unintelligible\n symbols. But there was no block. Apparently the Ryzga felt no need to\n close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures....", "and left of it, the grand cliffs, ocher and red, were lit splendidly by\n the morning sun, but the mountain of the Ryzgas drank in the light and\n gave nothing back.", "\"Don't thank me. I take no sides in your valley feuds. But now you are\n rested, your minds are clear. Do you still mean to go on to the Ryzga\n mountain?\"", "\"In the last generation of their power the Ryzgas knew by their science\n that the race of man would endure them no longer. They made ready their", "the Ryzgas, there was lust for power, and atrocious cruelty; but such\n tyranny, power, and cruelty as theirs, had never been known. They ruled", "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "Fiction March 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nDark was the Ryzga mountain and forbidding; steep were its", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to" ], [ "Var had guessed right. When Neena in her terror had flung a dream\n monster into the Ryzga's way—a mere child's bogey out of a fairy", "Var was staring in fascination at the Ryzga's face. It was a face formed\n by the custom of unquestioned command; yet it was lined by a deeply", "Var and Neena huddled frozenly, half expecting each instant to be their\n last. And the Ryzga too stood motionless, looking down at them.", "With a new shock, Var realized that the Ryzga's thoughts were quite\n open. They had a terse, disconnected quality that was strange and", "tale—the Ryzga had not recognized it as such, but had taken it for a\n real being. Var laughed aloud, and with great care, as one communicates", "But in that moment a light of inspiration had flashed upon Var, and it\n remained. As the Ryzga stretched out his hand again, Var acted. The", "\"We know the stories,\" Var said brusquely. \"In the hollow heart of their\n mountain the Ryzgas sleep, as they chose to do when their world", "\"The Ryzgas also were men,\" said the Watcher. \"But they were such a race\n as the world has not seen before or since. There were tyrannies before", "\"Some of the Ryzgas took flight to the stars, and some perished on\n Earth. But there was a group of them who believed that their time to", "unsettling, and in part they were couched in alien and unintelligible\n symbols. But there was no block. Apparently the Ryzga felt no need to\n close his mind in the presence of inferior creatures....", "That possibility had not occurred to them at all. Var and Neena looked\n at one another. Then by common consent they blended their minds into\n one.", "Neena pressed her face against Var's shoulder, hiding her eyes. In her\n mind as it groped for his there was a confusion of horror and pity. Var", "The Ryzga's final thought clicked into place:\nDecision!\nHe turned\n toward the switchboard behind him, reaching with practised certainty for\n one spot upon it.\n\n\n Neena screamed.", "Holding that grip, Var strode across the floor and looked straight into\n the Ryzga's frantic eyes. They glared back at him with such hatred and", "watch on the Ryzga mountain, as a part of the oldest legends of their\n childhood; but neither had been here before.", "Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at\n Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. \"Follow? Why,", "such evil that for an instant he almost faltered. But the Ryzga's\n efforts, as he strove to free himself from the neural hold, were as", "At sunset they were in sight of the Ryzga mountain. Strangely it towered\n among the cliffs and snow-slopes of the surrounding ranges: an immense", "be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse\n was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the\n last days.", "Var eyed him for a long moment; then he smiled, and asked, \"Well, Groz?\n Is our feud finished, or does your ambition for a worthy son-in-law go\n beyond the conqueror of the Ryzgas?\"" ] ]

[ "Which statement best describes the purpose of this text?", "Which term best describes the approach Cave supports with regard to AI development?", "According to Cave, what must happen before different disciplines converge to guide AI development?", "According to Cave, what issue does AI development share with climate change threats?", "Cave acknowledges all of the potential concerns regarding AI EXCEPT:", "Cave suggests all of the following ways for preventing a loss of control over AI EXCEPT: ", "What does the author view as the purpose of AI", "To what does Cave attribute general human skepticism of AI?", "GP most likely stands for?" ]

[ [ "To propose potential pathways that AI could take to eliminate social and environmental problems in the near future", "To explain how industries are approaching collaboration and making decisions in AI with regard to social responses", "To demonstrate how humans are taking advantages of AI-related opportunities while dodging the risks", "To make an argument in support of more checks and balances within the institution of AI development" ], [ "multifaceted", "reductionist", "isolationist", "divergent" ], [ "government support", "signing a treatise", "creating shared policies", "establishing dialogue" ], [ "Western industries rely too much on certain materials and technology to abandon use of AI and things like fossil fuels", "Those in charge of climate change threats and AI don't experience societal costs sustained from negative outcomes", "They inevitably contribute to a widening income disparity among the wealthy and those living in poverty", "At a certain point, AI and responses to climate change will eradicate job positions that many humans currently fill" ], [ "contribution to a more apathetic society", "mass casualties from AI-related accidents", "tendency for use toward escapism", "public reaction toward human job losses" ], [ "developing an automatic shutdown option for AI that goes awry", "maintaining a system of accountable design ", "engaging in interdisciplinary conversations", "anticipating problems that may arise from technology" ], [ "To eliminate natural selection", "To achieve ultimate convenience", "To amplify social improvement", "To mitigate climate threats" ], [ "fear of domestication", "evolutionary biases", "media portrayals", "loss of autonomy" ], [ "generic pharmaceutical", "ghost publisher", "geriatric patient", "general practitioner" ] ]

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We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "This conversation cannot be in the hands of any one group. It oughtn't be in the hands of Silicon Valley billionaires alone. They've got their role to play, but this is a conversation we need to be having as widely as possible.", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "different disciplines can come together and develop a shared language,", "a thing as non-human intelligence at all. We know that", "whole new world of different artificial agents. And we need", "and bringing people with very different expertise together.", "of AIs, we think solving a particular problem would require" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "AI: what's the worst that could happen?", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "That means bringing together the technologists and the experts at developing these algorithms together with social scientists, philosophers, legal scholars and so forth.", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "The centre is developing some really interesting projects but perhaps one of the most interesting is the discussion of what intelligence might be. Could you go into a bit more detail about the kinds of questions you are trying to explore in this area?\nYou mean kinds of intelligence?", "a thing as non-human intelligence at all. We know that", "Robotic technology is dangerous. Or potentially dangerous. But at", "a kind of Hippocratic oath for AI developers. These things" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "Robotic technology is dangerous. Or potentially dangerous. But at", "AI: what's the worst that could happen?", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "a thing as non-human intelligence at all. We know that", "I think one worry that we haven't talked about", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "That means bringing together the technologists and the experts at developing these algorithms together with social scientists, philosophers, legal scholars and so forth.", "AI. It's well known that Japan is very accepting of" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "develop systems that will stop that from happening. We can", "That means bringing together the technologists and the experts at developing these algorithms together with social scientists, philosophers, legal scholars and so forth.", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "technology, or that individual system. So for example if we", "past. But we do have a lot more control than", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "Robotic technology is dangerous. Or potentially dangerous. But at", "AI: what's the worst that could happen?", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "This conversation cannot be in the hands of any one group. It oughtn't be in the hands of Silicon Valley billionaires alone. They've got their role to play, but this is a conversation we need to be having as widely as possible.", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "technology at any point. And so my impression is that", "this technology. And that we essentially become deskilled. There's an" ], [ "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "us to see AIs in terms of agents. We anthropomorphise", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "idea of what AI is too much. And too many", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "a thing as non-human intelligence at all. We know that", "is purely hereditary, we’d build an AI, and it would", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "to investigate the implications of artificial intelligence for humanity, and", "human-level artificial intelligence as a goal, or general AI, which" ], [ "Stephen Cave: Thinking about the impact of AI is not", "Where do you think this AI-human conflict, or concept of a conflict, comes from? Do you think that's just a reflection of historical conversations we've had about automation, or do you think it is a deeper fear?", "Executive director of the centre is Stephen Cave, a writer, philosopher and former diplomat. Harry Armstrong, head of futures at Nesta, which publishes The Long + Short, spoke with Cave about the impact of AI.", "Yeah.\nI think this is very important because historically, we've had an overwhelming tendency to anthropomorphise. We define what intelligence is, historically, as being human-like. And then within that, being like certain humans.", "One of the dominant narratives around not only AI but", "whole, not individually. But when we talk about AI, we", "a thing as non-human intelligence at all. We know that", "think because thinking about AI is still in very early", "example. In that sense AI isn’t unique, but I think", "Because no single discipline is ideally suited to this task, the centre emphasises the importance of interdisciplinary knowledge-sharing and collaboration. It is bringing together a diverse community of some of the world's best researchers, philosophers, psychologists, lawyers and computer scientists.", "us to see AIs in terms of agents. We anthropomorphise", "only form of intelligence. But now, AI is challenging that", "idea of what AI is too much. And too many", "capacities. And a lot of what AI is going to", "to some extent. And AI certainly allows for that to", "The Centre for the Future of Intelligence is seeking to", "but technology and automation more generally is that we, as", "product of our anthropomorphising bias. But there is a tendency", "it. With AI, that has been the case so far;", "is purely hereditary, we’d build an AI, and it would" ], [ "GP. But then, who does know about medicine?", "point, you might as well do away with the GP.", "now, my GP consults the computer fairly regularly. But as", "Just think about GPs with diagnostic tools. Even now,", "which basically means like a human. But actually what we're", "And until now, people have been fairly shy about describing", "It's just one example, but the idea that we", "particular, with associating intelligence and dominance and power. It's interesting", "There is this long tradition, in Western culture in particular,", "technology, or that individual system. So for example if we", "describing them as intelligent. Or rather, in the history of", "crimes. Murder, rape, pillage, genocide; and they're pointed at", "technology at any point. And so my impression is that", "murderous. We have a strong sense of in-group versus", "And it's taken a very long time for the", "you. I guess that's the kind of scenario that –", "seriously, now. And that a broad buy-in by society into", "in any very specific way, as plenty of ideologies and", "whatever. In a culture where power is not based on", "them. Who's going to win? Well, let's see. So" ] ]

[ "What makes the far side of the moon intolerable?", "What motivates Pop Young to live on the far side of the moon?", "Which item would most likely be shared by Sattell and Pop?", "What is the relationship between Sattell and Pop Young?", "What do the colony inhabitants share?", "What effect does Sattell's proximity have on Pop?", "Which of the following describes Pop's attitude toward Sattell?", "Which term best describes Pop's attitude toward his lunar occupation?", "Which term best describes Sattell's attitude toward Pop?", "How does Sattell hope to get rid of Pop?" ]

[ [ "extreme temperatures", "loud noises from the mines", "social isolation", "vicious predators" ], [ "He is being compensated for a wrongful death suit that occurred back on Earth", "He is close to Sattell's location, which enhances his memories of his wife and children", "If he left his post, there would be no one to monitor the mines in the Big Crack", "If he returned to Earth, he would be arrested for the murder of his family" ], [ "hatchet", "pencil", "lighter", "screwdriver" ], [ "Sattell uses methods to help Pop recover his memories", "Sattell is trying to escape Pop, who believes he killed his family", "Sattell was Pop's neighbor back on Earth", "Sattell is Pop's son and the only witness who saw Pop murder his wife and other children" ], [ "traumatic brain injuries", "criminal backgrounds", "fear of open spaces", "aversion to sunlight" ], [ "It brings Pop's memory of the murder of his family into clarity", "It motivates him to plot his revenge against his family's murderer", "It amplifies the pain of his Pop's head injury", "It restores Pop's memories of his wife and children" ], [ "obsessive", "delirious", "ambivalent", "vengeful" ], [ "methodical", "unselfish", "passionate", "resentful" ], [ "condescending", "frenetic", "aggrieved", "repugnant" ], [ "Luring him down into the Big Crack and killing him", "Hiring an assassin from a neighboring planet", "Blowing up the shack near the edge of the Big Crack", "Escaping on board a secondhand lunar tour vessel" ] ]

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[ [ "It was just barely past lunar sunrise\n on the far side of the Moon.\n Incredibly long and utterly black\n shadows stretched across the plain,", "the side of the Moon that Earth\n never sees. There is one stretch where\n it is a yawning gulf a full half-mile\n wide and unguessably deep. Where", "But it wasn't fun, even underground.\n In the Moon's slight gravity,\n a man is really adjusted to existence", "Sattell had no such device for adjusting\n to the lunar state of things.\n Living on the Moon was bad enough", "ferocity. And fear. In his mind the\n need to escape became an obsession\n on top of the other psychotic states\n normal to a Moon-colonist.", "torment. By night—lunar night, of\n course, and lunar day—it was frigidity\n and horror. Once in two weeks\n Earth-time a rocketship came around", "Otherwise, he was wholly matter-of-fact—certainly\n so for the far side\n of the Moon. He was a rather fussy", "not endure his own smallness in the\n face of immensity. Not one passenger\n disembarked even for Lunar\n City. Most of them cowered in their", "whimpering, to the Moon to get far\n away from Pop, and Pop was just\n about a mile overhead and there was\n no way to get around him. It was", "Pop Young was the one known\n man who could stand life on the\n surface of the Moon's far side, and,", "Outside the shack, jagged stony\n pinnacles reared in the starlight, and\n craters complained of the bombardment\n from space that had made them.\n But, outside, nothing ever happened.\n Inside, it was quite different.", "it was. The outside was surface\n moondust, piled over a tiny dome to\n be insulation against the cold of\n night and shadow and the furnace", "was impossible. He turned his head,\n and there were rocket-fumes coming\n over the horizon, not in the direction\n of Lunar City. Which was more", "difficult to get away from the mine,\n anyhow. It doesn't take too long for\n the low gravity to tear a man's\n nerves to shreds. He has to develop", "Tall, jagged crater-walls rose\n from the lunar plain. Monstrous, extended\n inky shadows stretched\n enormous distances, utterly black.", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "nerve-racked. But any man would be\n quivering if he wasn't used to space\n or the feel of one-sixth gravity on\n the Moon. He panted:", "was afraid. The one absurd, irrelevant\n thing he could do was write\n letters back to Earth. He did that.\n He wrote with the desperate, impassioned,", "least partly hysterical. It was the tension\n that space-travel—then, at its\n beginning—produced. It was meaningless\n savagery due to terror. But,", "Pop Young's shack stood it was only\n a hundred yards, but the colony was\n a full mile down, in one wall. There\n is nothing like it on Earth, of course." ], [ "Pop Young was the one known\n man who could stand life on the\n surface of the Moon's far side, and,", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "Pop Young's shack stood it was only\n a hundred yards, but the colony was\n a full mile down, in one wall. There\n is nothing like it on Earth, of course.", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "whimpering, to the Moon to get far\n away from Pop, and Pop was just\n about a mile overhead and there was\n no way to get around him. It was", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "Pop made his way toward it in\n the skittering, skating gait one uses\n in one-sixth gravity. When he was", "He leaned forward. His face was\n only inches from Pop Young's. It\n was seamed and hard-bitten and", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's", "therefore, he occupied the shack on\n the Big Crack's edge, above the\n mining colony there. Some people\n said that no normal man could do", "on Earth its contents would be computed\n in carats, and a hundred\n pounds was worth millions. Yet here\n on the Moon Pop kept a waiting cannister", "had made no overt attempt to revenge\n himself because he planned\n some retaliation so horrible and lingering\n that it was worth waiting for.\n He came to hate Pop with an insane", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "ones who were able to walk to the\n rocketship if Pop put a tarpaulin\n over their heads so they didn't have\n to see the sky. In any case Pop was", "have been perfect, but there is no\n marble on the Moon. Naturally! Yet\n Pop continued to search absorbedly\n for material with which to capture", "There was the most luridly bright\n of all possible flashes. There was no\n sound, of course. But something\n flamed very brightly, and the ground\n thumped under Pop Young's vacuum\n boots. He turned.", "crime. He wanted his youth back. He\n was recovering it bit by bit. The\n occupation made it absurdly easy to\n live on the surface of the far side of", "He twitched all over. Then he\n struck cruelly again at Pop Young's\n face. He seemed filled with fury, at", "the product of the mine, to be forwarded\n to Earth. The rocket went\n away again. Come nightfall Pop\n lowered the supplies down the long" ], [ "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "down in the mine. Sattell probably\n learned of it the same way. Pop didn't\n even think of it again. It seemed\n to have nothing to do with him. But", "the recovery of the memories that\n Sattell helped bring back. Pop was\n a highly conscientious man. He took\n good care of his job. There was a", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "recover a good deal. When Sattell\n fled to another continent, Pop followed\n because he had some distinct\n memories of his wife—and the way", "heat of day. Pop lived in it all alone,\n and in his spare time he worked\n industriously at recovering some\n missing portions of his life that Sattell" ], [ "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "He leaned forward. His face was\n only inches from Pop Young's. It\n was seamed and hard-bitten and", "Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop\n wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell,\n but he was deeply concerned with", "recover a good deal. When Sattell\n fled to another continent, Pop followed\n because he had some distinct\n memories of his wife—and the way", "\"Don't do a thing,\" advised Pop.\n \"It's all right. I blew up the ship and\n everything's all right. I wouldn't\n even mention it to Sattell if I were\n you.\"" ], [ "Pop Young's shack stood it was only\n a hundred yards, but the colony was\n a full mile down, in one wall. There\n is nothing like it on Earth, of course.", "were made. But they found more\n than history. They found the reason\n for the colony and the rocket landing\n field and the shack.", "therefore, he occupied the shack on\n the Big Crack's edge, above the\n mining colony there. Some people\n said that no normal man could do", "He thought often of Sattell, down\n in the colony underground. There\n were galleries and tunnels and living-quarters", "cable into the Big Crack to the colony\n far down inside, and freshened up\n the landing field marks with magnesium\n marking-powder if a rocket-blast", "ferocity. And fear. In his mind the\n need to escape became an obsession\n on top of the other psychotic states\n normal to a Moon-colonist.", "The first men to leave the colony\n had to be knocked cold and shipped\n out unconscious. They'd been underground—and\n in low gravity—long", "the horizon from Lunar City with\n stores for the colony deep underground.\n Pop received the stores and\n took care of them. He handed over", "the mine, for example. In each two\n Earth-weeks of working, the mine-colony\n nearly filled up a three-gallon\n cannister with greasy-seeming white", "When he took off his helmet the bell\n clanged incessantly. He answered. A\n shaking voice from the mining-colony\n panted:", "Outside the shack, jagged stony\n pinnacles reared in the starlight, and\n craters complained of the bombardment\n from space that had made them.\n But, outside, nothing ever happened.\n Inside, it was quite different.", "and called the mine-colony\n down in the Crack. He gave the\n message he'd been told to pass on.\n Sattell to come up, with what diamonds", "ones who were able to walk to the\n rocketship if Pop put a tarpaulin\n over their heads so they didn't have\n to see the sky. In any case Pop was", "'em, they'd be chased. But if I'm\n dead and the shacks smashed and\n the cable burnt through, they'll be\n back on Earth long before a new", "enough to be utterly unable to face\n the idea of open spaces. Even now\n there were some who had to be carried,\n but there were some tougher", "not endure his own smallness in the\n face of immensity. Not one passenger\n disembarked even for Lunar\n City. Most of them cowered in their", "down there. There were\n air-tight bulkheads for safety, and a\n hydroponic garden to keep the air\n fresh, and all sorts of things to make", "and shielded from all reasons for\n alarm. And they couldn't be. Something\n happens when a self-centered\n and complacent individual unsuspectingly", "landing strip would destroy shack\n and Pop and the colony together.", "He began to explore the area outside\n the shack for possible material\n no one would think of sending from\n Earth. He collected stones of various" ], [ "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "down in the mine. Sattell probably\n learned of it the same way. Pop didn't\n even think of it again. It seemed\n to have nothing to do with him. But", "Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop\n wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell,\n but he was deeply concerned with", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed\n up for Lunar City, Pop tracked\n him. By that time he was quite", "heat of day. Pop lived in it all alone,\n and in his spare time he worked\n industriously at recovering some\n missing portions of his life that Sattell", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's" ], [ "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop\n wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell,\n but he was deeply concerned with", "the recovery of the memories that\n Sattell helped bring back. Pop was\n a highly conscientious man. He took\n good care of his job. There was a", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's", "recover a good deal. When Sattell\n fled to another continent, Pop followed\n because he had some distinct\n memories of his wife—and the way", "down in the mine. Sattell probably\n learned of it the same way. Pop didn't\n even think of it again. It seemed\n to have nothing to do with him. But" ], [ "Pop made his way toward it in\n the skittering, skating gait one uses\n in one-sixth gravity. When he was", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "the horizon from Lunar City with\n stores for the colony deep underground.\n Pop received the stores and\n took care of them. He handed over", "Otherwise, he was wholly matter-of-fact—certainly\n so for the far side\n of the Moon. He was a rather fussy", "Pop reached the rocket. He\n climbed the welded ladder-rungs to\n the air lock. He closed the door. Air\n whined. His suit sagged against his\n body. He took off his helmet.", "on Earth its contents would be computed\n in carats, and a hundred\n pounds was worth millions. Yet here\n on the Moon Pop kept a waiting cannister", "and Pop got into a vacuum-suit\n and went out the air lock. He usually\n reached the moondozer about the\n time the ship began to brake for", "Pop Young was the one known\n man who could stand life on the\n surface of the Moon's far side, and,", "Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed\n up for Lunar City, Pop tracked\n him. By that time he was quite", "Sattell undoubtedly dealt with it\n fully in his desperate writings back\n to Earth.\nPop matter-of-factly tended the\n shack and the landing field and the", "have been perfect, but there is no\n marble on the Moon. Naturally! Yet\n Pop continued to search absorbedly\n for material with which to capture", "of course, Pop was helpless to resent\n it. There were no weapons on the\n Moon and the mention of Sattell's\n name showed the uselessness of bluff.", "whimpering, to the Moon to get far\n away from Pop, and Pop was just\n about a mile overhead and there was\n no way to get around him. It was", "the product of the mine, to be forwarded\n to Earth. The rocket went\n away again. Come nightfall Pop\n lowered the supplies down the long", "sky. Pop waded through moondust,\n raising a trail of slowly settling\n powder. He knew only that the ship\n didn't come from Lunar City, but", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "Instantly the rockets cut off,\n drums of fuel and air and food came\n out of the cargo-hatch and Pop swept", "But it wasn't fun, even underground.\n In the Moon's slight gravity,\n a man is really adjusted to existence" ], [ "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "the recovery of the memories that\n Sattell helped bring back. Pop was\n a highly conscientious man. He took\n good care of his job. There was a", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "recover a good deal. When Sattell\n fled to another continent, Pop followed\n because he had some distinct\n memories of his wife—and the way", "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "It didn't seem to have anything\n to do with Pop or with Sattell. But\n it did.", "Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop\n wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell,\n but he was deeply concerned with", "heat of day. Pop lived in it all alone,\n and in his spare time he worked\n industriously at recovering some\n missing portions of his life that Sattell", "Sattell and he had reason not to\n talk. Pop Young alone knew the\n whole truth, and he kept his mouth\n shut, too. It wasn't anybody else's" ], [ "sure that Sattell was the man who'd\n killed his family. If so, Sattell had\n profited by less than two days' pay\n for wiping out everything that Pop", "\"I'd guess,\" said Pop painstakingly,\n \"that Sattell figured it out. He's\n probably got some sort of gun to", "possessed. But Pop wanted it back.\n He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt.\n There was no evidence. In any case,\n he didn't really want Sattell to die.", "But Sattell couldn't comfort himself\n so easily. He knew about Pop,\n up on the surface. He'd shipped out,", "essential, either for carrying or\n guidance.\nSattell got the shakes when he\n thought of Pop, and Pop rather\n probably knew it. Of course, by the", "sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell\n ever thought of the value of the\n mine's production. If he would kill\n a woman and two children and think", "But not Pop. He'd come to the\n Moon in the first place because Sattell\n was here. Near Sattell, he found", "All of which happened back on\n Earth and a long time ago. It seemed\n to Pop that the sight of Sattell had", "At such times Pop hardly thought\n of Sattell. He knew he had plenty\n of time for that. He'd started to follow", "anyhow, then, but living one mile\n underground from Pop Young was\n much worse. Sattell clearly remembered\n the crime Pop Young hadn't\n yet recalled. He considered that Pop", "quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar.\n Pop eagerly tried to ask him\n questions. And Sattell turned gray\n and frantically denied that he'd ever", "did—and the fact possessed a certain\n grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate\n Sattell. He simply wanted to be near\n him because it enabled him to recover", "Sometimes, in the shack on the far\n side of the Moon, Pop Young had\n odd fancies about Sattell. There was", "\"Don't do a thing,\" advised Pop.\n \"It's all right. I blew up the ship and\n everything's all right. I wouldn't\n even mention it to Sattell if I were\n you.\"", "recover a good deal. When Sattell\n fled to another continent, Pop followed\n because he had some distinct\n memories of his wife—and the way", "down in the mine. Sattell probably\n learned of it the same way. Pop didn't\n even think of it again. It seemed\n to have nothing to do with him. But", "tell Sattell a thing about it, if I were\n you. It'll save trouble. Just let him\n keep on waiting for this to happen.\n It'll save you trouble.\"", "Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop\n wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell,\n but he was deeply concerned with", "own affairs with fascinated attention.\n But then an event occurred which\n bore directly upon Pop Young and\n Sattell and Pop Young's missing\n years.", "had made no overt attempt to revenge\n himself because he planned\n some retaliation so horrible and lingering\n that it was worth waiting for.\n He came to hate Pop with an insane" ] ]

[ "According to the author, what made open trade so accessible in the 14th century?", "Which terms most likely describe how the author views Brexit?", "What is the primary purpose of the article?", "According to the author, how should progressive urban cities function differently than states?", "According to the author, what do some of the most thriving modern cities have in common?", "The Hanseatic League is most closely aligned with which form of government?", "For the author, the Hanseatic League represents all of the following EXCEPT:", "According to the author, what is the major factor that will determine if modern nations will adopt a replica of the Hanseatic League?" ]

[ [ "Prevalence of natural resources in concentrated areas", "Agreement on shared principles of commerce", "Settlement along geographically accessible areas", "Inclusion of both rural and urban community members" ], [ "perplexing and disturbing", "ambitious and progressive", "ill-conceived and quixotic", "haphazard and inequitable" ], [ "To share a historical account of 14th century commerce practices and why they were replaced", "To propose a model for international commerce in nation-states with divided populations", "To lament and decry Britain's misguided decision to abandon the European Union", "To entertain readers with an ironic predicament that has resulted from western globalization" ], [ "They should expand their operations into more rural areas to bring economic prosperity to those regions", "They should maintain an isolationist approach from other cities as well as rural areas within their own nations", "They should partner and contend with other cities to form international networks of commerce", "They should work establish a symbiotic relationship with their states to ensure longevity of both entities" ], [ "They are established in geographically appealing areas", "They are determined to learn from the mistakes of their forebearers", "They look beyond their borders for economic possibility", "They are ruled by democratic governments" ], [ "democracy", "confederation", "socialism", "anarchy" ], [ "open commerce", "flexible governing bodies", "booming industrialization", "a pragmatic approach" ], [ "Whether a model can exist without creating further disparities among citizens", "Whether citizens can avoid war and hording of resources without permanent borders", "Whether urban areas can accommodate the preferences of rural areas", "Whether urban and rural denizens can orient goals based on shared values" ] ]

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[ [ "developed so they could be open to trade with each", "aid. Merchants who wanted to buy and sell and travel", "David Abulafia, Professor of Mediterranean History at Cambridge points out,", "What cities in the post-Brexit era could learn from a 14th-century trading bloc", "towards the New World, with which trade made more sense", "Hanseatic League towns that traded with far-flung ports and hosted", "each other. From the middle of the 13th century, and", "to promote trade. The Hanseatic cities developed their own legal", "capital, goods and ideas. It is this necessary movement, and", "late 1300s, Chaucer wrote about characters travelling to Jerusalem,", "of the things that made the Hanse work. Having said", "along this route formed the prosperous Hanseatic League, a European", "as an entrepôt. There is clearly a widening chasm between", "was by ship. Wood, fur, wool, silver, herring, cod", "While these boomed between the 1600s and 1800s, the", "was at exactly this point that the Hanseatic League slowly", "things – merchants met and talked. They raised armies and", "history, which ran on into the 1500s.", "the east – in what is now Russia – to London", "monopolies and money making, the Hanse was, in its way," ], [ "Despite some of Britain's Leave voters longing to inhabit", "In the traumatised atmosphere of post-Brexit Britain, it is worth remembering the Hanseatic League. It could point us towards new relationships between progressive city dwellers in a world that otherwise seems to be putting the brakes on modernity.", "or stagnation, modernity or mythology. The referendum result was", "London's voters largely wanted to remain a part of", "the future of the UK and its relationship with Europe;", "Back in Britain, one of history's little oddities pops", "the EU referendum these two areas polled among the highest", "\"Things change,\" says LSE's Professor Tony Travers. \"[King's", "Europe; and of London and Scotland and their relationship with", "as an entrepôt. There is clearly a widening chasm between", "with the rural hinterlands of Britain.", "that leads to cities like London to seek independence and", "David Abulafia, Professor of Mediterranean History at Cambridge points out,", "France and Britain (regional economic inequalities have plagued Britain since", "on the short journeys between mainland Europe and Britain. The", "London declare independence from the UK? London's economy is larger", "What cities in the post-Brexit era could learn from a 14th-century trading bloc", "of course former British imperial enclaves – is that they", "will not vanish or surrender their waning sovereignty,\" says Benjamin", "of the things that's interesting about the [referendum] decision is" ], [ "This article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "it was an exercise in what we today call 'soft", "or 11 years ago – including many of the original", "collaborating globally. And that is happening.\"", "work together to solve problems. The objective is not an", "David Abulafia, Professor of Mediterranean History at Cambridge points out,", "today it lives on most prominently in the name of", "as an entrepôt. There is clearly a widening chasm between", "aid. Merchants who wanted to buy and sell and travel", "– undertaking in the days when communications consisted of ink", "University. \"I believe you will find there is a new", "increasingly into speculation machines for the profit of a happy", "out, \"The lack of an elaborate superstructure was one of", "developed so they could be open to trade with each", "happy few. It is basically these systemic contradictions that must", "eliminate them. The reasons the countryside is turning to the", "capital, goods and ideas. It is this necessary movement, and", "(whose legal challenge to the close result has resulted in", "way, an early stab at stepping forwards: it encompassed", "as \"a community of interests without power politics\". As David" ], [ "Of course, cities seceding from their nation states would provide huge headaches for countries whose biggest economic driver had been removed – as well as likely deepening ideological differences between city and rural dwellers. Moreover, cities need the food the countryside provides.", "Benjamin Barber. \"But cities will meet across frontiers and work", "\"Cities both exist within nations and transcend nations. Their power lies not just in the extent of\nde jure", "modern city states, then. But is it one that we", "DC thinktank the Brookings Institution. \"Rather, cities have de", "Nations come and go. Cities endure.", "prosperity and devolving powers, where appropriate, to give cities the", "Yet for all the potential pitfalls, city states can", "\"It is often said that great cities survived great", "In the traumatised atmosphere of post-Brexit Britain, it is worth remembering the Hanseatic League. It could point us towards new relationships between progressive city dwellers in a world that otherwise seems to be putting the brakes on modernity.", "the issue clearly: the country's cities voted for the Green", "the cities. City dwellers are finding ever more in common", "But could we go further? Could cities like London", "government,\" says Bruce Katz, centennial scholar at the Washington DC", "in the north). Germany respects federalism and its cities exist", "the Rotterdam-based online publishing platform Amateur Cities. \"So it", "that leads to cities like London to seek independence and", "cities gently unfurls. You can see where the sea smacks", "and Bremen have city state status within Germany, putting them", "ports, which will give cities a global urban voice and" ], [ "\"It is often said that great cities survived great", "the cities. City dwellers are finding ever more in common", "\"Cities both exist within nations and transcend nations. Their power lies not just in the extent of\nde jure", "Nations come and go. Cities endure.", "By their nature cities along coasts and rivers developed", "can thrive. Look at Singapore, Hong Kong, or de facto", "modern city states, then. 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[ "How much time has passed between Blake's night with Eldoria and his search for Sabrina York in his mind-world?", "Why does Deirdre get so upset when Blake Past suggests she go to prom with the young man?", "Why does shame flame in Blake's cheeks when Deirdre goes to prepare Eldoria's dias?", "Why did Blake create the three female super-images of Miss Stoddart, Officer Finch, and Vera Velvetskin?", "Sabrina York is ", "Why doesn't Blake haggle with Eldoria about the price for her services?" ]

[ [ "7 years", "10 hours", "12 years", "1 hour" ], [ "Because Blake is trying to guilt Deirdre into going with the young man by telling her that it'll ease her conscience. ", "Because Deirdre has fallen in love with Blake, despite his age, and wants him to take her to the prom. ", "Because Blake is acting like he's her father, which is a sensitive topic for Deirdre because she lost her real parents. ", "Because the young man gave up his right arm in order to afford tickets to the prom, and this disgusts Deirdre. " ], [ "He is embarrassed at the thought that Deirdre might enter the room while he is sleeping with Eldoria. ", "He feels that prostitution is morally reprehensible. ", "He feels guilty about sleeping with Eldoria when there's a child in the hut, Deirdre, who knows exactly what's going on. ", "He feels guilty about wishing Deirdre was older so he could sleep with her instead. " ], [ "He feels guilty about having slept with Eldoria which perpetuated the demand for female prostitution. ", "Even though he is a psycheye, he feels guilty about hunting down Sabrina York. ", "He is still grieving his mother's death and regrets not being a more loving son.", "He feels guilty about hurting Deirdre's feelings after her graduation when he ignored their romantic connection, and instead, played the part of a parent. \n" ], [ "a criminal that Blake is hunting", "a psycheye that taught Blake all the tricks", "an old friend of Blake's", "Eldoria's alter ego" ], [ "He's afraid that if he angers her, she'll revert to the cannibalism of her forebears. ", "He knows she needs the money to move out of her chocoletto hut. ", "He has been making a lot of money as a private pyscheye and can afford the high price. ", "He has never seen anyone like her, and after seeing her dance, he believes she's worth the price." ] ]

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[ [ "He went through each room systematically, but saw no sign of Sabrina\n York. He lingered for some time in his own room, wistfully watching his", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving; then\n he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he\n was.", "crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move.\n He had never been in his own mind before. Consequently he was more\n affected than he might otherwise have been. Finally, stirring himself,", "a superb stratagem indeed if, shortly after her entry, Sabrina York\n had not betrayed her presence. For her point of entry she had used\n the place-time materialization of the little office Blake had opened", "faintly distinguish the three figures of his pursuers. The trio seemed\n a little closer now.\nEver since he had first set foot into his mind, some ten hours ago,", "Her only advantage lost, Sabrina York was now at his mercy. Unless\n she discovered his presence and was able to locate his most recently\n materialized place-time before he over-took her, her capture was\n assured.", "register on Blake Past's mind, they did not exist for Blake Present.\n All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the\n girl and the man, and the pain that was constricting his throat.", "closer so that he could see them more clearly. No, he had made no\n mistake: the first word was \"Sabrina\", and the second was \"York\".", "whom he had told about it were aware that it had ever existed. How,\n then, had a total stranger such as Sabrina York learned enough about it\n to enable her to use it as a point of entry?", "Blake went on. Presently the Walden Pond memory-image gave way to a\n memory-image of an English park which the ex-Earth government had set", "way to an expanse of boyhood meadow. Near the meadow was the house\n where Blake had lived at a much later date. In reality, the places were", "They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no\n reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that", "Sabrina York did not even know the rudiments of the art of throwing\n off a mind-tracker. It would have done her but little good if she", "Sabrina York must have been attracted to the place, for her footprints\n showed that she had turned in at the gate, walked up the little path\n and let herself in the door.", "Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled.\nIt had taken man a long time to discover that he was a god in his", "aside as a memorial to the English poets and which had impressed Blake\n sufficiently when he had visited it in his youth to have found a place\n for itself in the country of his mind. It consisted of reconstructions", "had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks.\n Probably she had taken it for granted that the mere act of hiding out\n in her tracker's mind was in itself a sufficient guarantee of her", "had brought the place into being had been replaced by an illogical\n repugnance. But repugnance can sometimes be as compelling a force as\n fascination, and Blake not only lingered but went inside as well." ], [ "Blake Past shook his head. \"Proms aren't for parents. You know that\n as well as I do. That young man you were talking with a few minutes", "\"I'm thirty-eight,\" Blake Past said, \"and while I may not be your\n father, I'm certainly old enough to be. That young man—\"", "paused by the trunk. Despite himself Blake paused there too. Pain\n tightened his throat when he looked at Deirdre's delicate profile\n and copper-colored hair, intensified when he lowered his eyes to the", "\"I'm sure you will be,\" Blake said, looking at the arras.\n\n\n \"My name is Deirdre.\"\n\n\n \"Nathan,\" Blake said. \"Nathan Blake.\"", "\"Please,\" Blake Past said, desperation deepening his voice. \"You're\n only making everything worse. After majoring in Trevorism, you", "Blake Past stood up too. \"No, not yet. I'll walk back to the sorority\n house with you.\"", "register on Blake Past's mind, they did not exist for Blake Present.\n All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the\n girl and the man, and the pain that was constricting his throat.", "A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks.\n \"What right has\nhe\ngot to take me! Did", "flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving; then\n he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he\n was.", "\"I see,\" Blake said. He indicated the book on her lap. \"Homework?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"In addition to my courses at the mission school, I\n am studying the humanities.\"", "\"And you won't come to the prom either. I know that too. I knew it all\n along. Sometimes I'm tempted to—\" Abruptly she broke off. \"Very well", "Blake nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move.\n He had never been in his own mind before. Consequently he was more\n affected than he might otherwise have been. Finally, stirring himself,", "Five years as a roving psycheye had hardened Blake to commercial\n colonization practices; nevertheless, he found the present example of\n man's inhumanity to man sickening.\n\n\n \"How old are you?\" Blake asked.", "nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was\n slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the\n shadows at the back of the room. \"Is she free?\" he asked.", "They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no\n reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her.", "Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled.\nIt had taken man a long time to discover that he was a god in his", "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "\"It's not that so much,\" Blake said.\n\n\n \"What?\" The warm bronze shoulder was touching his...." ], [ "flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving; then\n he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he\n was.", "\"Eldoria will be arriving soon. I must go and prepare her dais.\"\nShe got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame", "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "paused by the trunk. Despite himself Blake paused there too. Pain\n tightened his throat when he looked at Deirdre's delicate profile\n and copper-colored hair, intensified when he lowered his eyes to the", "\"I'm sure you will be,\" Blake said, looking at the arras.\n\n\n \"My name is Deirdre.\"\n\n\n \"Nathan,\" Blake said. \"Nathan Blake.\"", "led straight across the artificially stunted grass toward the little\n bench where he and Deirdre Eldoria had come to talk after the ceremony\n was over. He had no choice.", "A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks.\n \"What right has\nhe\ngot to take me! Did", "nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was\n slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the\n shadows at the back of the room. \"Is she free?\" he asked.", "had brought the place into being had been replaced by an illogical\n repugnance. But repugnance can sometimes be as compelling a force as\n fascination, and Blake not only lingered but went inside as well.", "Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled.\nIt had taken man a long time to discover that he was a god in his", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her.", "Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of\n love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one", "After closing the door, he sat down opposite her on the guest mat.\n Behind her, a gaudy arras hid the hut's other room. \"You are here to\n wait for Eldoria?\" she asked.", "He was relieved when Eldoria finally arrived. She ushered him into\n the next room immediately. It was slightly larger than the anteroom,", "and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times\n that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was", "They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no\n reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that", "\"I see,\" Blake said. He indicated the book on her lap. \"Homework?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"In addition to my courses at the mission school, I\n am studying the humanities.\"", "register on Blake Past's mind, they did not exist for Blake Present.\n All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the\n girl and the man, and the pain that was constricting his throat.", "the living room, smoking, and watching 3V. He had no awareness of\n Blake. At Blake's entry he went right on smoking and watching as though\n the door had neither opened nor closed. He would go right on smoking", "upon her bodice for the whole wide world to see, made him want to\n cry. His self-image of two weeks ago shocked him. There were lines on" ], [ "wanted\nto create. Therefore, even assuming\n that Blake was less well-adjusted than he considered himself to be, why\n had he created three such malevolent super-images as Miss Stoddart,", "Officer Finch, and Vera Velvetskin?\nThey followed him off the campus into a vicarious memory-image of", "eyes. More shocking yet, Vera Velvetskin, who had never existed save\n in some copywriter's mind, hated him too. In fact, judging from the", "righteousness!\" said Vera Velvetskin. The three faces moved together,\n blurred and seemed to blend into one. The three voices were raised in\n unison: \"You know who we are, Nathan Blake.", "had never particularly disliked him either. This Miss Stoddart and this\n Officer Finch disliked him, though. They hated him. They hated him so\n much that their hatred had thinned out their faces and darkened their", "His shock resulted from the expressions on the three faces. Neither\n Miss Stoddart nor Officer Finch ever particularly liked him, but they", "Stoddart said. \"Callous creature who did a maiden's innocence affront!\"\n said Officer Finch. \"And sought sanctuary in ill-fitting robes of", "greater thinness of her face and the more pronounced darkness of her\n eyes, she hated him even more than Miss Stoddart and Officer Finch did.", "drawing of Vera Velvetskin, the company's blond and chic visual symbol,\n on the front. His mother was standing before the huge automatic range,\n preparing a meal she had served twenty-three years ago. He regarded her", "Standing next to her in a familiar blue uniform was Officer Finch,\n the police woman who had maintained law and order in the collective\n elementary school he had attended. Standing next to Officer Finch was", "His amazement resulted from recognition. One of the three women arrayed\n before him was Miss Stoddart, his boyhood Sunday-school teacher.", "blond and chic Vera Velvetskin, whose picture he had seen on box after\n countless box of his mother's favorite detergent.", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her.", "dresses and that the third had on a blue skirt and blouse, and a kepi\n to match. He gasped. It simply hadn't occurred to him that his pursuers", "\"I see,\" Blake said. He indicated the book on her lap. \"Homework?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"In addition to my courses at the mission school, I\n am studying the humanities.\"", "They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no\n reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that", "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "Even this action wouldn't have given her away, however, if the office\n hadn't constituted a sentimental memory. Whenever Blake accepted a case", "well-adjusted as he considered himself to be. The three women standing\n before him definitely were not memory-images. They were too vivid, for\n one thing. For another, they were aware of him. What were they, then?", "nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was\n slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the\n shadows at the back of the room. \"Is she free?\" he asked." ], [ "Sabrina York must have been attracted to the place, for her footprints\n showed that she had turned in at the gate, walked up the little path\n and let herself in the door.", "closer so that he could see them more clearly. No, he had made no\n mistake: the first word was \"Sabrina\", and the second was \"York\".", "Sabrina York did not even know the rudiments of the art of throwing\n off a mind-tracker. It would have done her but little good if she", "whom he had told about it were aware that it had ever existed. How,\n then, had a total stranger such as Sabrina York learned enough about it\n to enable her to use it as a point of entry?", "Her only advantage lost, Sabrina York was now at his mercy. Unless\n she discovered his presence and was able to locate his most recently\n materialized place-time before he over-took her, her capture was\n assured.", "He went through each room systematically, but saw no sign of Sabrina\n York. He lingered for some time in his own room, wistfully watching his", "a superb stratagem indeed if, shortly after her entry, Sabrina York\n had not betrayed her presence. For her point of entry she had used\n the place-time materialization of the little office Blake had opened", "had been common practice for centuries. Even a name like \"Sabrina\n York\", while certainly not run-of-the-mill, was bound to be duplicated", "Sabrina's footsteps led up to the front door, and the door itself was\n ajar. Perhaps she was still inside. Perhaps she was watching him even", "The bench stood beneath a towering American elm whose feathery branches\n traced green arabesques against the blue June sky. A set of footprints\n slightly deeper than its predecessors indicated that Sabrina had", "He controlled it and descended the stairs with exaggerated slowness,\n leaving the house by way of the back door. He picked up Sabrina's trail", "attend his protegee's graduation. It was not a place-time that he cared\n to revisit, nor a moment that he cared to relive, but Sabrina's trail", "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "She was beautiful too. Her high-cheekboned face was striking—the eyes\n dark-brown and wide-apart, the mouth sensuous, the teeth showing in a", "Blake nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "She sat sideways on the mat this time, and he caught her face in\n profile. There was a suggestion of saintliness in the line of the nose", "\"Eldoria will be arriving soon. I must go and prepare her dais.\"\nShe got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame", "She noticed the back-and-forth movement of his eyes. \"You need not fear\n the little one,\" she said, laying her hand upon his knee. \"She will not\n enter.\"", "He beckoned to her when the dance was over and, after slipping into\n a white thigh-length tunic, she joined him at his table. She ordered", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her." ], [ "Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her\n white street robe, his eyes moving back and forth from her smooth dark\n skin to the arras. The incense thickened around him.", "flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving; then\n he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he\n was.", "Blake nodded. \"If you are free.\"\n\n\n \"Three thousand quandoes.\"", "He did not haggle, but counted out the amount and handed it to her. She\n slipped the bills into a thigh sheath-purse, told him her hut number", "certainly ought to realize by now that there was nothing noble about my\n buying you after Eldoria died. I only did it to ease my conscience—\"", "They also showed that she had left by the same route, so there was no\n reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that", "He was relieved when Eldoria finally arrived. She ushered him into\n the next room immediately. It was slightly larger than the anteroom,", "nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was\n slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the\n shadows at the back of the room. \"Is she free?\" he asked.", "\"I see,\" Blake said. He indicated the book on her lap. \"Homework?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"In addition to my courses at the mission school, I\n am studying the humanities.\"", "After closing the door, he sat down opposite her on the guest mat.\n Behind her, a gaudy arras hid the hut's other room. \"You are here to\n wait for Eldoria?\" she asked.", "Blake nodded. \"And you?\"\n\n\n She laughed. \"I am here because I live here,\" she said.", "\"Eldoria will be arriving soon. I must go and prepare her dais.\"\nShe got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame", "had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks.\n Probably she had taken it for granted that the mere act of hiding out\n in her tracker's mind was in itself a sufficient guarantee of her", "Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of\n love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one", "out, and in accordance with Interstellar Law I was auctioned off along\n with the rest of their possessions. Eldoria bought me.\"", "\"It's not that so much,\" Blake said.\n\n\n \"What?\" The warm bronze shoulder was touching his....", "Five years as a roving psycheye had hardened Blake to commercial\n colonization practices; nevertheless, he found the present example of\n man's inhumanity to man sickening.\n\n\n \"How old are you?\" Blake asked.", "vivid white line between the half-parted purple lips. And her body was\n splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her.", "Even this action wouldn't have given her away, however, if the office\n hadn't constituted a sentimental memory. Whenever Blake accepted a case", "paused by the trunk. Despite himself Blake paused there too. Pain\n tightened his throat when he looked at Deirdre's delicate profile\n and copper-colored hair, intensified when he lowered his eyes to the" ] ]

[ "Who is Billy?", "How do the women have Amazonian strength?", "Why is the main reason that Johnathan so humiliated by the women?", "What was Ann intending to do with Johnathan under the trees before the other women showed up?", "Why does Johnathan put his arm around Ann?", "Why is the Interstellar Cosmography Society in a hurry to get off of the asteroid?", "What is the most likely reason that Johnathan's ship crashed?", "What was Johnathan's original mission?", "Johnathan doesn't tell the Interstellar Cosmography Society about the twenty-seven women who are waiting to be rescued because...", "What is the most likely reason that Johnathan decides to stay on the asteroid?" ]

[ [ "the rawboned girl who cooked dinner", "the blond, blue-eyed woman who finds Johnathan", "he lithe red-head woman", "the grey-eyed woman with the brown hair coiled severely around her head" ], [ "The women underwent intensive physical training in their preparation to become wives for the colonists. ", "The meat of the asteroid animals acts like steroids and the women are constantly ultra-strengthened due to their high meat intake. ", "The women had to learn how to climb the canyon walls, which requires tremendous strength, so they trained and built up this strength. ", "Due to the lower gravity on the asteroid, they are thirty times as strong as they would've been on Earth. " ], [ "Because he's easily upset by their beauty. ", "Because they dismiss his longing for tobacco. ", "Because he's not used to women who are stronger and more dominant than himself. ", "Because they are all heavily flirting with him. " ], [ "Sleep with him.", "Convince him to help her cook dinner. ", "Ask him to be her boyfriend. ", "Talk to him about how he became a pilot. " ], [ "Because he thinks it'll make the other women so jealous that they'll start a fight which will give him a chance to escape.", "Because he's interested in sleeping with her. ", "Because he thinks that if he flatters Ann she might help him escape the other wild women. ", "Because he's afraid she'll hurt him if he doesn't feign interest in her. " ], [ "They are afraid of being tempted by the wild women. ", "They want to get back to Universal so that they can report that Johnathan is alive. ", "They have already been on the asteroid a week longer than they intended. ", "They are afraid of running into the centaurs. " ], [ "Because it was on autopilot and it must've encountered complications that he wasn't able to attend to since he was asleep in his bunk. ", "Because he was so exhausted from flying nonstop, with only a few hours of sleep on autopilot, that he fell asleep at the controls. ", "Because the asteroid unexpectedly swung into the spaceway and the ship was going so fast that he wasn't able to avoid the crash even though he slowed the craft down. ", "Because his jealous co-pilot tampered with the autopilot settings and then feigned spacesick in hopes that Johnathan would crash while on autopilot. \n" ], [ "To find the missing women and take them to Mars so they could marry the colonists. ", "To deliver tobacco seeds to the colonists on Mars. ", "To deliver tobacco seeds to the colonists on Jupiter. ", "To find the missing women and take them to Jupiter so they could marry the colonists. " ], [ "it is his way to get back at the women for dominating and humiliating him. ", "he wants to keep the women all to himself and enjoy their sexual overtures for the next three years. ", "he realizes that the Interstellar Cosmography Society would take advantage of the women, so he keeps their existence a secret in order to protect them. ", "he realizes that telling them would be futile since the Interstellar Cosmography Society's space cruiser only has space for one more passenger. " ], [ "He realizes that his life as a pilot was unfulfilling, and he doesn't want to go back. ", "He realizes that he'd rather stay with wild women than travel back with the posh Doctor Boynton. ", "He realizes that he wants to stay and enjoy sexual relations with the twenty-seven beautiful women. ", "He realizes that if he stays on the asteroid, he won't have to give up the tobacco seeds for experimentation and can grow and enjoy it himself. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Catch a hold,\" said Billy, pushing back from the table. A dozen girls\n volunteered with a rush. \"Hoist!\" said Billy. They lifted him like a", "\"Well!\" came the strident voice of Billy from behind them. \"We're\nall\nglad to hear that!\"", "\"It don't wash,\" said Billy. \"It's time for a showdown.\"", "The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table\n until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was\n called Billy.", "\"Look here,\" Jonathan broke in. \"I've got some say in the matter.\"\n\n\n \"You have not,\" snapped Billy. \"You'll do just as we say.\" She took a\n step toward him.", "He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he\n wanted to sleep. \"What?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?\" repeated Billy.", "\"I wouldn't know,\" said the green-eyed blonde. \"I've forgotten what\n they're like.\"\n\n\n Billy said, \"How badly wrecked is your ship?\"", "was bending over him. He detected a frightened expression on the\n girl's face. His pale blue eyes traveled upward beyond the girl. The\n sky was his roof, yet he distinctly remembered going to sleep on his", "\"You don't know!\" He almost forgot his self-consciousness in his\n surprise. His pale blue eyes returned to the landscape. A mile across", "A voice shouted: \"What's going on there?\"\nHe paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward", "\"Lay a hand on those boots,\" he scowled; \"and I'll make me another pair\n out of your hides. They set me back a week's salary.\" Having delivered\n himself of this ultimatum, he went back to sleep.", "Inside the ship, Doctor Boynton moved over to a round transparent port\n hole. \"What a strange fellow,\" he murmured. He was just in time to see\n the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from\n which he had come.", "\"I've some doubt about that,\" he replied dryly. He levered himself to\n his elbows. The girl, he saw, had bright yellow hair. Her nose was", "and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He\n walked with an exaggerated limp just in case any of them should be", "With a sigh of relief, he started to sit down. A lithe red-head sprang\n forward and held his chair. They all waited politely for him to be", "and rolled down its side until it lodged beside the stream. It reminded\n him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He\n looked away hastily.", "\"Quiet!\" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. \"Let him be. He can't", "\"Sure enough?\" said Jonathan with involuntary interest. He began to\n recover his nerve.\n\n\n She said, \"You're the best looking thing.\" She rumpled his hair. \"I\n can't keep my eyes off you.\"", "\"I'm not afraid,\" said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow\n ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from", "\"I'm Olga,\" she confided. \"Has anybody ever told you what a handsome\n fellow you are?\" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed." ], [ "Amazons and centaurs, he thought again. He couldn't get the problem\n of the girls' phenomenal strength out of his mind. Then it occurred", "\"No!\"\n\n\n He lifted his eyebrows. He thought, she is an amazon! He firmly\n detached her hand.", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "arm, flung the spear. It transfixed the rodent. She picked it up, tied\n it to her waist. Jonathan gaped. Such strength and accuracy astounded", "\"No,\" he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being\n held aloft by four barbarous young women.\n\n\n \"Let him down,\" said Ann. \"We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a\n break.\"", "At length, the amazons and the centaurs tired of bandying insults\n back and forth. The centaurs galloped off into the prairie, the girls", "A big rawboned brute of a girl strolled into the circle. She said,\n \"Dinner's ready.\" Her voice was loud, strident. It reminded him of", "Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease", "He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by\n twenty-seven handsome strapping amazons. He wished he could carry it", "tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from\n mortification.", "\"Oh, Olga,\" said a strapping brunette. \"Who'd ever thought a man could\n look so good?\"", "\"Centaurs!\" Jonathan Fawkes said, not believing his eyes.\nThe girls set up a shout and threw stones down at the centaurs, who", "him. He thought, amazons and centaurs. He thought, but this is the year\n 3372; not the time of ancient Greece.", "Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild\n women.\nAs the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage", "Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take\n her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a", "\"A man!\" screamed a husky blonde. She was wearing a grass skirt. She\n had green eyes. \"We're rescued!\"", "with which they had carried him. He was six feet three and no light\n weight. He thought enviously of the centaurs, free to gallop across the\n plains. He wished he was a centaur.", "them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was\n barefooted, and she had black hair. A green cloth was wrapped around", "\"Well, personally,\" she replied, \"I never saw a Centaur until I was\n wrecked on this asteroid.\" She reached the ravine, crawled head", "\"A man!\" she breathed. \"By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a\n man!\"\n\n\n \"Don't let him get away!\" cried Ann." ], [ "Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had", "tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from\n mortification.", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "\"Sure enough?\" said Jonathan with involuntary interest. He began to\n recover his nerve.\n\n\n She said, \"You're the best looking thing.\" She rumpled his hair. \"I\n can't keep my eyes off you.\"", "Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked\n around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their", "The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic\n smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished", "\"I did,\" said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered\n like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt\n like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats.", "The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table\n until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was\n called Billy.", "Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "She said: \"Get down!\" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her\n stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared\n after her stupidly. \"Get down!\" she reiterated in a furious voice.", "A voice shouted: \"What's going on there?\"\nHe paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward", "Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from\n under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away.", "\"I'm not afraid,\" said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow\n ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from", "At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope.\n\n\n \"\nCut off whose feet?\n\" he cried in alarm.", "\"No,\" he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being\n held aloft by four barbarous young women.\n\n\n \"Let him down,\" said Ann. \"We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a\n break.\"", "Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take\n her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a", "and rolled down its side until it lodged beside the stream. It reminded\n him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He\n looked away hastily.", "\"I'm Olga,\" she confided. \"Has anybody ever told you what a handsome\n fellow you are?\" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed." ], [ "Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked\n around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their", "\"Don't get up because of me,\" she informed him. \"It's my turn to cook,\n but I saw you out here beneath the trees. Dinner can wait. Jonathan do", "Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take\n her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a", "\"Sure enough?\" said Jonathan with involuntary interest. He began to\n recover his nerve.\n\n\n She said, \"You're the best looking thing.\" She rumpled his hair. \"I\n can't keep my eyes off you.\"", "under him. He slithered halfway over the edge. For one sickening moment\n he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck,", "\"Hot, isn't it?\" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the\n flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. \"", "\"No,\" he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being\n held aloft by four barbarous young women.\n\n\n \"Let him down,\" said Ann. \"We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a\n break.\"", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "\"I forgot,\" said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise.\n \"You're hurt.\"\n\n\n He pulled her back down. \"Not so you could notice it,\" he grinned.", "She said: \"Get down!\" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her\n stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared\n after her stupidly. \"Get down!\" she reiterated in a furious voice.", "\"Look here,\" Jonathan broke in. \"I've got some say in the matter.\"\n\n\n \"You have not,\" snapped Billy. \"You'll do just as we say.\" She took a\n step toward him.", "\"I did,\" said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered\n like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt\n like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats.", "\"A man!\" she breathed. \"By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a\n man!\"\n\n\n \"Don't let him get away!\" cried Ann.", "The rawboned woman who had summoned them to dinner, pounded the table\n until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was\n called Billy.", "Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between\n two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease", "The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic\n smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished", "go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs\n rest.\" She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. \"How\n about some roast?\" she said.", "on the back of a centaur. He looked up with a start. Ann Clotilde was\n ambling toward him.", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from\n under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away." ], [ "Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. \"Ouch!\" He winced. He had\n forgotten his sore muscles.", "Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take\n her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a", "under him. He slithered halfway over the edge. For one sickening moment\n he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck,", "\"Sure enough?\" said Jonathan with involuntary interest. He began to\n recover his nerve.\n\n\n She said, \"You're the best looking thing.\" She rumpled his hair. \"I\n can't keep my eyes off you.\"", "Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked\n around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their", "\"Hot, isn't it?\" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the\n flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. \"", "\"I did,\" said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered\n like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt\n like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats.", "\"No,\" he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being\n held aloft by four barbarous young women.\n\n\n \"Let him down,\" said Ann. \"We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a\n break.\"", "go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs\n rest.\" She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. \"How\n about some roast?\" she said.", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "\"I forgot,\" said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise.\n \"You're hurt.\"\n\n\n He pulled her back down. \"Not so you could notice it,\" he grinned.", "He said, \"Put me down. I'll walk.\"\n\n\n \"You won't try to get away?\" said Ann.", "The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic\n smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished", "Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from\n under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away.", "She said: \"Get down!\" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her\n stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared\n after her stupidly. \"Get down!\" she reiterated in a furious voice.", "Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "\"I'm Olga,\" she confided. \"Has anybody ever told you what a handsome\n fellow you are?\" She pinched his cheek. Jonathan blushed.", "\"A man!\" she breathed. \"By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a\n man!\"\n\n\n \"Don't let him get away!\" cried Ann.", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "\"I'm not afraid,\" said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow\n ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from" ], [ "Interstellar Cosmography Society. We've been commissioned to make a\n cursory examination of this asteroid. You had a nasty crack up, Mr.", "wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription\n in silver letters: \"INTERSTELLAR COSMOGRAPHY SOCIETY.\"", "\"I was going to explain,\" he heard her say. \"We think that we are on an\n asteroid.\"\n\n\n \"We?\" he looked back at her.", "one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings\n back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them.\"", "\"But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back\n in the space lanes,\" said Doctor Boynton. \"You don't possibly expect to\n be picked up before then!\"", "\"Everybody thought your space ship hit a meteor,\" he said.\n\n\n \"We hit this asteroid.\"\n\n\n \"But that was three years ago.\"", "to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's\n moon. He must weigh about a thirtieth of what he usually did, due to", "He shook his head. \"No,\" he reassured her. \"I left him on Mars. He\n had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself; that was the", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "along its banks, the first he had seen on the asteroid. At the head of\n the valley, he made out the massive pile of a space liner.", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild\n women.\nAs the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage", "ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They\n were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "ship. He blinked his eyes, stared. Then he waved his arms, shouted and\n tore across the prairie. A trim space cruiser was resting beside the", "\"A man!\" she breathed. \"By Jupiter and all its little moons, it's a\n man!\"\n\n\n \"Don't let him get away!\" cried Ann.", "\"Yes. There are twenty-seven of us. We were on our way to Jupiter, too,\n only we were going to be wives for the colonists.\"", "\"Well, personally,\" she replied, \"I never saw a Centaur until I was\n wrecked on this asteroid.\" She reached the ravine, crawled head", "Someone hailed them from the space ship.\n\n\n \"We've caught a man,\" shrieked one of his captors.\n\n\n A flock of girls streamed out of the wrecked space ship." ], [ "\"I'm Jonathan Fawkes,\" said the castaway as he panted up, \"pilot for\n Universal. I was wrecked.\"", "Two men crawled out of Jonathan's wrecked freighter, glanced in\n surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray\n Rifle in his hand.", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had", "The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a\n cane. At the portal of the space ship, he stuck out his head, glanced", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.\n He said, \"You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop", "She said: \"Get down!\" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her\n stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared\n after her stupidly. \"Get down!\" she reiterated in a furious voice.", "\"I'm not afraid,\" said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow\n ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from", "feet. He winced. He said, \"My name's Jonathan Fawkes. I'm a space pilot\n with Universal. What happened? I feel like I'd been poured out of a\n concrete mixer.\"", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "ship. He blinked his eyes, stared. Then he waved his arms, shouted and\n tore across the prairie. A trim space cruiser was resting beside the", "Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "\"No. No,\" Ann Clotilde hastened to explain. \"He was wrecked like us.\"\n\n\n \"Oh,\" came a disappointed chorus.", "Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. \"Just tired,\" he\n mumbled. \"Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars.\" Indeed", "He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he\n wanted to sleep. \"What?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?\" repeated Billy.", "had burst open like a ripe watermelon. He was surprised that he had\n survived at all. He scratched his head. \"I was running from Mars to\n Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists.\"", "go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs\n rest.\" She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. \"How\n about some roast?\" she said.", "Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way\n he had come. Someone tackled him. He rolled on the rocky floor of the", "Inside the ship, Doctor Boynton moved over to a round transparent port\n hole. \"What a strange fellow,\" he murmured. He was just in time to see\n the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from\n which he had come." ], [ "Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope.\n\n\n \"\nCut off whose feet?\n\" he cried in alarm.", "Jonathan laughed outright.\n\n\n \"You are sure you won't return, young man?\"", "go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs\n rest.\" She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. \"How\n about some roast?\" she said.", "Two men crawled out of Jonathan's wrecked freighter, glanced in\n surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray\n Rifle in his hand.", "Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from\n under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away.", "\"I'm Jonathan Fawkes,\" said the castaway as he panted up, \"pilot for\n Universal. I was wrecked.\"", "\"I'm not afraid,\" said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow\n ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from", "Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way\n he had come. Someone tackled him. He rolled on the rocky floor of the", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take\n her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a", "He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.\n He said, \"You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop", "They glanced at each other in perplexity.\n\n\n \"I like it here,\" continued Jonathan. \"I'm not going back.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" cried the three explorers in one breath.", "They started down a winding path. The space liner disappeared behind\n a promontory of the mountain. Jonathan steeled himself for the coming", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "She said: \"Get down!\" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her\n stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared\n after her stupidly. \"Get down!\" she reiterated in a furious voice.", "The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic\n smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nJonathan Fawkes opened his eyes. He was flat on his back, and a girl", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had" ], [ "\"Yes. There are twenty-seven of us. We were on our way to Jupiter, too,\n only we were going to be wives for the colonists.\"", "ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They\n were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he", "\"I remember,\" he exclaimed. \"Didn't the Jupiter Food-growers\n Association enlist you girls to go to the colonies?\"\n\n\n She nodded her head. \"Only twenty-seven of us came through the crash.\"", "Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild\n women.\nAs the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "planet as this was too much. Imagine Fawkes'\n\n terrible predicament; plenty of food—and\n\n twenty seven beautiful girls for companions.", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had", "He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.\n He said, \"You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop", "Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked\n around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "\"But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back\n in the space lanes,\" said Doctor Boynton. \"You don't possibly expect to\n be picked up before then!\"", "that pretty women didn't upset him so. He said nervously, \"Where am I?\n I couldn't have slept all the way to Jupiter.\"", "wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription\n in silver letters: \"INTERSTELLAR COSMOGRAPHY SOCIETY.\"", "Interstellar Cosmography Society. We've been commissioned to make a\n cursory examination of this asteroid. You had a nasty crack up, Mr.", "Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. \"Just tired,\" he\n mumbled. \"Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars.\" Indeed", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "He shook his head. \"No,\" he reassured her. \"I left him on Mars. He\n had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself; that was the", "Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer\n weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up", "The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic\n smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished", "\"I was going to explain,\" he heard her say. \"We think that we are on an\n asteroid.\"\n\n\n \"We?\" he looked back at her." ], [ "\"I was going to explain,\" he heard her say. \"We think that we are on an\n asteroid.\"\n\n\n \"We?\" he looked back at her.", "He shook his head. \"No,\" he reassured her. \"I left him on Mars. He\n had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself; that was the", "They glanced at each other in perplexity.\n\n\n \"I like it here,\" continued Jonathan. \"I'm not going back.\"\n\n\n \"What?\" cried the three explorers in one breath.", "to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's\n moon. He must weigh about a thirtieth of what he usually did, due to", "\"I think so,\" he said.\nJonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space", "Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. \"Just tired,\" he\n mumbled. \"Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars.\" Indeed", "one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings\n back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them.\"", "Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the\n spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had", "\"But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back\n in the space lanes,\" said Doctor Boynton. \"You don't possibly expect to\n be picked up before then!\"", "seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like\n a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar\n settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan", "Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship.\n\n\n \"Where are you going?\" cried Ann in alarm.", "Jonathan laughed outright.\n\n\n \"You are sure you won't return, young man?\"", "Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the\n plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing", "go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs\n rest.\" She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. \"How\n about some roast?\" she said.", "\"Everybody thought your space ship hit a meteor,\" he said.\n\n\n \"We hit this asteroid.\"\n\n\n \"But that was three years ago.\"", "\"I'm going to stay,\" he repeated. \"I only came back here after the\n cigarettes.\"", "He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.\n He said, \"You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop", "He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he\n wanted to sleep. \"What?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?\" repeated Billy.", "The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a\n cane. At the portal of the space ship, he stuck out his head, glanced", "Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild\n women.\nAs the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage" ] ]

[ "Why was the cook called Captain Slops?", "What is the most likely explanation for the cook's demeanor and behavior?", "How did Dugan find a new cook?", "How did the cook get the tool he wanted in the kitchen?", "How do they get from the kitchen to the control room?", "What would have most likely happened if the captain followed the cook's advice?", "Why was the ship's crew happy about their voyage?", "Why did the ship try to travel via Vesta?", "Why did the alliance want to capture the ship?" ]

[ [ "because he used to be a captain", "because he was raised in the Belt", "because he liked to tell people what to do", "because he made delicious meals" ], [ "The cook was female", "The cook was young", "The cook was an alien", "The cook was a saboteur" ], [ "He didn't", "He appealed to the colonists", "He tried employment agencies", "He tried hotels and tourist homes" ], [ "He installed it himself", "He just asked for it", "He manipulated the captain using his appetite", "He followed regulations" ], [ "Go down a ramp", "Go down 2 levels", "Go up 2 levels", "Go up a ramp" ], [ "The ship would not have tried to run the blockade", "The ship would have landed safely on Iris", "The ship would not have been caught in a tractor beam", "The ship would have avoided the bog" ], [ "They had ten days of free time", "They respected the captain", "They were excited to fight the enemy", "They had a good cook on the ship" ], [ "The cook said not to go that way", "The federation orders required it", "The captain decided on this path", "It was located in the bog" ], [ "to strengthen the blockade near Vesta", "to take prisoners", "to have a way into the loyalist camp", "to join the federation" ] ]

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[ [ "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the\n title I had tagged him with: \"Captain Slops.\"", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"", "\"Not only all right, Slops,\" wheezed Captain O'Hara, \"but perfect!\n Accept my congratulations on a superb meal, my boy. Did you find\n everything O.Q. in the galley?\"", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"O.Q., Slops,\" the skipper would nod agreeably, with his mouth full\n of some temper-softening tidbit, \"you're right and I'm wrong, as you", "That period of jetting was a mingled joy and pain in the britches.\n Captain Slops was responsible for both.", "\"Captain Slops\" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted\n from one foot to another.", "\"I—I've got to go now, Lieutenant,\" shouted Slops. \"Just remembered\n something I've got to get from stores.\" And without even waiting to", "But it was Slops' general attitude that isolated him from the command\n and crew. In addition to being a most awful prude, he was a kill-joy.", "\"Well, sir,\" confessed Slops reluctantly, \"I need an incinerator in\n the galley. The garbage-disposal system in there now is old-fashioned,", "\"Thank you, sir,\" said Slops mechanically. \"But you realize there is\n extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?\"\n\n\n \"Keep your pants on, Slops!\"", "that morning well, because I was in the mess-hall having breakfast with\n Cap O'Hara, and Slops was playing another variation on the old familiar\n theme.", "the other hand, it might have been self-satisfaction. Whatever it was\n it passed quickly, and Captain Slops' soft voice was smooth as silk\n when he said:", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "Captain Slops said, \"Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this\n marsh-duck stuffed.\"", "up the old Nolan in the galley for incineration purposes. Did you say\nall\nthe fixings, Slops?\"", "The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, \"But\n we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!\"", "Only one member of the crew was absent from the conclave. Our new\n Slops. He was busy preparing midday mess, it seems, because scarcely\n had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful\n call rose from the galley:", "The captain's grin faded, and his jowls turned pink. I stepped forward\n hastily. I said, \"Excuse me, sir, shall I handle this?\" Then, because" ], [ "\"If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan,\" interrupted the cook loudly, \"I'm\n awfully busy. I don't have any time for—\"", "So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack\n a sense of humor, but the little punk was bashful, as well! Still, it", "I said quickly, \"If you don't mind, sir, this is no time to worry over\n trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man\ncan\ncook—\"", "\"I might be,\" retorted the little stranger, \"lots of people. But I came\n here to be your new cook.\"\n\n\n O'Hara said, \"The new—What's your name, mister?\"", "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "The Old Man's lip curled speculatively. \"Well, Andy Laney,\" he said,\n \"you don't look like much of a cook to\nme\n.\"", "The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, \"But\n we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!\"", "Maybe I was mistaken, but for a moment I suspected I caught a queer\n glint in our little chef's eyes; it might have been gratitude, or, on", "physical condition. And that means a sound, regular diet. So we must\n find a cook, or—\"", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right\n away.\" The Old Man smiled archly. \"Must have everything shipshape for a\n tip-top chef, what?\"", "\"Take this—this culinary tactician out of my sight before I forget I'm\n an officer and a gentleman. And tell him that when I want advice I'll\n come down to the galley for it!\"", "the other hand, it might have been self-satisfaction. Whatever it was\n it passed quickly, and Captain Slops' soft voice was smooth as silk\n when he said:", "The captain's grin faded, and his jowls turned pink. I stepped forward\n hastily. I said, \"Excuse me, sir, shall I handle this?\" Then, because", "our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me,\n \"Mister Dugan,\" he said, \"go out and find us a cook!\"", "A hurt look crept into the youngster's eyes. Slowly he turned and\n followed me from the turret, down the ramp, and into the pan-lined", "It was then that Andy Laney, who had lingered in the galley doorway\n like a frozen figuring, broke into babbling incredulous speech.", "Our little chef's face fell. \"Now, that's too bad,\" he said\n discouragedly. \"I was planning a special banquet for tomorrow, with", "nobody-knew-where. And, of course, cooks are dime-a-dozen when you\n don't need one, but when you've got to locate one in a hurry they're as" ], [ "our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me,\n \"Mister Dugan,\" he said, \"go out and find us a cook!\"", "\"If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan,\" interrupted the cook loudly, \"I'm\n awfully busy. I don't have any time for—\"", "The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, \"But\n we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!\"", "\"I might be,\" retorted the little stranger, \"lots of people. But I came\n here to be your new cook.\"\n\n\n O'Hara said, \"The new—What's your name, mister?\"", "nobody-knew-where. And, of course, cooks are dime-a-dozen when you\n don't need one, but when you've got to locate one in a hurry they're as", "\"\nMr. Dugan!\n\"", "I said quickly, \"If you don't mind, sir, this is no time to worry over\n trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man\ncan\ncook—\"", "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "physical condition. And that means a sound, regular diet. So we must\n find a cook, or—\"", "hour. Get going! Dugan, call McMurtrie and tell him we lift gravs\n immediately—\nSlops!\nWhat are you doing at that table?\"", "cubicle which was his proper headquarters. When I was turning to leave\n he said apologetically, \"I didn't mean any harm, Mr. Dugan. I was just\n trying to help.\"", "So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack\n a sense of humor, but the little punk was bashful, as well! Still, it", "\"So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right\n away.\" The Old Man smiled archly. \"Must have everything shipshape for a\n tip-top chef, what?\"", "you're right, Dugan. All right, Slops, you're hired. The galley's\n on the second level, port side. Mess in three quarters of an", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"Thanks, Dugan, but that won't do. On this trip the men must be fed\n regularly and well. Makeshift meals are O.Q. on an ordinary run, but\n when you're running the blockade—\"", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "The Old Man's lip curled speculatively. \"Well, Andy Laney,\" he said,\n \"you don't look like much of a cook to\nme\n.\"", "So that was that. During the night watch two men of the crew lugged\n the ancient Nolan heat cannon from stores and I went below to check. I", "\"In a pinch,\" I told him, \"\nI\nmight be able to boil a few pies, or\n scramble us a steak or something, Skipper.\"" ], [ "\"So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right\n away.\" The Old Man smiled archly. \"Must have everything shipshape for a\n tip-top chef, what?\"", "I said quickly, \"If you don't mind, sir, this is no time to worry over\n trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man\ncan\ncook—\"", "was thrust a Haemholtz ray-pistol big enough to burn an army, and in\n his right hand he brandished a huge, gleaming carving-knife. He frowned\n at us impatiently.", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan,\" interrupted the cook loudly, \"I'm\n awfully busy. I don't have any time for—\"", "\"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you very much. Yes, the galley was in fine\n order. That is—\" He hesitated—\"there is one little thing, sir.\"", "physical condition. And that means a sound, regular diet. So we must\n find a cook, or—\"", "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "nobody-knew-where. And, of course, cooks are dime-a-dozen when you\n don't need one, but when you've got to locate one in a hurry they're as", "\"Take this—this culinary tactician out of my sight before I forget I'm\n an officer and a gentleman. And tell him that when I want advice I'll\n come down to the galley for it!\"", "\"I might be,\" retorted the little stranger, \"lots of people. But I came\n here to be your new cook.\"\n\n\n O'Hara said, \"The new—What's your name, mister?\"", "So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack\n a sense of humor, but the little punk was bashful, as well! Still, it", "A hurt look crept into the youngster's eyes. Slowly he turned and\n followed me from the turret, down the ramp, and into the pan-lined", "\"If you ask me,\" I said, \"it looks downright lethal. The Old Man must\n be off his gravs to let a young chuckle-head like you handle that toy.\"", "He was an inveterate prowler. He snooped everywhere and anywhere from\n ballast-bins to bunk-rooms. He quizzed the Chief about engine-room", "our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me,\n \"Mister Dugan,\" he said, \"go out and find us a cook!\"", "\"Oh, I realize we don't have the regular equipment,\" said Slops shyly,\n \"but I've figured out a way to get the same effect with equipment we", "\"Well,\" he repeated impatiently, \"where is it?\"\n\n\n The Old Man stared.\n\n\n \"W-who,\" he demanded dazedly, \"might you be?\"", "\"Not only all right, Slops,\" wheezed Captain O'Hara, \"but perfect!\n Accept my congratulations on a superb meal, my boy. Did you find\n everything O.Q. in the galley?\"", "do have. There's an old Nolan heat-cannon rusting in the storeroom.\n If that could be installed by the galley vent, I could use it as an\n incinerator.\"" ], [ "\"The search,\" interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant\n voice, \"is over. Where's the galley?\"", "For the little fellow had sidled across the control-room and now, eyes\n gleaming inquisitively, was peering at our trajectory charts. At the\n skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly.", "A hurt look crept into the youngster's eyes. Slowly he turned and\n followed me from the turret, down the ramp, and into the pan-lined", "Already our lock had opened to the attackers; down the metal ramp we\n now heard the crisp cadence of invading footsteps. The door swung open,\n and the Alliance commandant stood smiling triumphantly before us.", "do have. There's an old Nolan heat-cannon rusting in the storeroom.\n If that could be installed by the galley vent, I could use it as an\n incinerator.\"", "\"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you very much. Yes, the galley was in fine\n order. That is—\" He hesitated—\"there is one little thing, sir.\"", "Only one member of the crew was absent from the conclave. Our new\n Slops. He was busy preparing midday mess, it seems, because scarcely\n had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful\n call rose from the galley:", "He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little\n fellow came bustling in apprehensively.", "\"Take this—this culinary tactician out of my sight before I forget I'm\n an officer and a gentleman. And tell him that when I want advice I'll\n come down to the galley for it!\"", "It was then that Andy Laney, who had lingered in the galley doorway\n like a frozen figuring, broke into babbling incredulous speech.", "on a freshly-waxed floor. The motion needed no explanation; it was\n unmistakeable to any spacer who has ever hopped the blue. Our ship had", "up the old Nolan in the galley for incineration purposes. Did you say\nall\nthe fixings, Slops?\"", "usually are. But I'm in command of the\nLeo\n, and you ain't. Now, run\n along like a good lad and bring me some more of this salad.\"", "So that was that. During the night watch two men of the crew lugged\n the ancient Nolan heat cannon from stores and I went below to check. I", "\"Well, sir,\" confessed Slops reluctantly, \"I need an incinerator in\n the galley. The garbage-disposal system in there now is old-fashioned,", "inconvenient and unsanitary. You see, I have to carry the waste down\n two levels to the rocket-chamber in order to expel it.\"", "He was out of his seat, bustling to the audio, buzzing Lieutenant\n Wainwright on the bridge.", "hastily converted into an all-way, inter-ship communicating unit, came\n a jumble of voices. A call for Captain O'Hara to \"Come to the bridge,", "Bramble were in the turret, and they were both good sailors. They knew\n their duties and how to perform them. An instant after the\nLeo\nhad", "\"So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right\n away.\" The Old Man smiled archly. \"Must have everything shipshape for a\n tip-top chef, what?\"" ], [ "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "I think he would have turned, then, and given orders to continue the\n fight even though it meant suicide for all of us. But it was too late.", "The captain's grin faded, and his jowls turned pink. I stepped forward\n hastily. I said, \"Excuse me, sir, shall I handle this?\" Then, because", "I said quickly, \"If you don't mind, sir, this is no time to worry over\n trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man\ncan\ncook—\"", "The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, \"But\n we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!\"", "you take care of the cooking and let the rest of us worry about the\n ship—Captain Slops!\"", "the other hand, it might have been self-satisfaction. Whatever it was\n it passed quickly, and Captain Slops' soft voice was smooth as silk\n when he said:", "\"In a pinch,\" I told him, \"\nI\nmight be able to boil a few pies, or\n scramble us a steak or something, Skipper.\"", "\"Take this—this culinary tactician out of my sight before I forget I'm\n an officer and a gentleman. And tell him that when I want advice I'll\n come down to the galley for it!\"", "the skipper was still struggling for words: \"You,\" I said to the little\n fellow, \"are a cook?\"", "So there was one for the log-book! Not only did our emergency chef lack\n a sense of humor, but the little punk was bashful, as well! Still, it", "\"Not only all right, Slops,\" wheezed Captain O'Hara, \"but perfect!\n Accept my congratulations on a superb meal, my boy. Did you find\n everything O.Q. in the galley?\"", "The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated\n pancake.\n\n\n \"Eka—Great balls of fire! Are you sure?\"", "before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the\n title I had tagged him with: \"Captain Slops.\"", "only an asker; he was a teller, as well. More than once during the next\n nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which", "\"If I were you,\" interrupted our diminutive new chef thoughtfully, \"I'd\n try to broach the blockade off Iris rather than Vesta. For one thing,", "The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. \"Well, perhaps", "\"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you very much. Yes, the galley was in fine\n order. That is—\" He hesitated—\"there is one little thing, sir.\"", "Only one member of the crew was absent from the conclave. Our new\n Slops. He was busy preparing midday mess, it seems, because scarcely\n had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful\n call rose from the galley:", "\"If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan,\" interrupted the cook loudly, \"I'm\n awfully busy. I don't have any time for—\"" ], [ "up the crew and told them our destination, and if you think they were\n scared or nervous or anything like that, why, you just don't know", "\"Yes, sirree!\" The Old Man grinned comfortably. \"I almost hope we\n do bump into one. After we burn it out of the void we'll have clear\n sailing all the way to Callisto.\"", "the other hand, it might have been self-satisfaction. Whatever it was\n it passed quickly, and Captain Slops' soft voice was smooth as silk\n when he said:", "Only one member of the crew was absent from the conclave. Our new\n Slops. He was busy preparing midday mess, it seems, because scarcely\n had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful\n call rose from the galley:", "Which we did. And whatever failings \"Captain Slops\" might have, he\n had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in", "The captain's grin faded, and his jowls turned pink. I stepped forward\n hastily. I said, \"Excuse me, sir, shall I handle this?\" Then, because", "\"Not only all right, Slops,\" wheezed Captain O'Hara, \"but perfect!\n Accept my congratulations on a superb meal, my boy. Did you find\n everything O.Q. in the galley?\"", "For the little fellow had sidled across the control-room and now, eyes\n gleaming inquisitively, was peering at our trajectory charts. At the\n skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly.", "That period of jetting was a mingled joy and pain in the britches.\n Captain Slops was responsible for both.", "John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a\n hen-house and said, \"The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with\n one of the Alliance ships, hey?\"", "\"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you very much. Yes, the galley was in fine\n order. That is—\" He hesitated—\"there is one little thing, sir.\"", "Bramble were in the turret, and they were both good sailors. They knew\n their duties and how to perform them. An instant after the\nLeo\nhad", "\"One of the best!\" he claimed complacently.\n\n\n \"You're willing to sign for a blind journey?\"\n\n\n \"Would I be here,\" he countered, \"if I weren't?\"", "\"And for that,\" chuckled the Old Man, \"Hooray! Pass them pancakes, son.\n Maybe now you'll stop shooting off about how we ought to of gone by way\n of Iris. Mmmm! Good!\"", "\"The search,\" interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant\n voice, \"is over. Where's the galley?\"", "\"Thank you, sir,\" said Slops mechanically. \"But you realize there is\n extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?\"\n\n\n \"Keep your pants on, Slops!\"", "So that was that. During the night watch two men of the crew lugged\n the ancient Nolan heat cannon from stores and I went below to check. I", "\"So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right\n away.\" The Old Man smiled archly. \"Must have everything shipshape for a\n tip-top chef, what?\"", "\"Rat-tailed, clever-cracking little smart Aleck! Don't look like much\n of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—\"", "The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, \"Heaven help us,\n it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the" ], [ "\"But—but if they take us prisoners,\" he questioned fearfully, \"what\n will they do with us?\"\n\n\n \"A concentration camp somewhere. Perhaps on Vesta.\"", "\"Vesta!\" he piped in that curiously high-pitched and mellow voice.\n \"Loft trajectory for Vesta! Then we're trying to run the Alliance\n blockade, Captain?\"", "\"Well, for one thing,\" wrangled our pint-sized cook, \"because rich\n ekalastron deposits were recently discovered on Vesta. For another,", "\"I know. But why didn't you tell me about Vesta before? I mean about\n the ekalastron deposits?\"\n\n\n \"Why—why, because—\" said Slops. \"Because—\"", "I was willing to give him another title, too—Captain Chaos. God knows\n he created enough of it!\n\n\n \"It's a mistake to broach the blockade at Vesta,\" he argued over and\n over again.", "And I left, banging the door behind me hard.\nSo we hit the spaceways for Vesta, and after a while the Old Man called", "because Vesta's orbit is now going into aphelion stage, which will\n favor a concentration of raiders.\"", "\"If I were you,\" interrupted our diminutive new chef thoughtfully, \"I'd\n try to broach the blockade off Iris rather than Vesta. For one thing,", "ten days, perhaps more, to reach that disputed region of space around\n Vesta, where the Federation outposts were sparse and the Alliance block\n began.", "\"Yes, sirree!\" The Old Man grinned comfortably. \"I almost hope we\n do bump into one. After we burn it out of the void we'll have clear\n sailing all the way to Callisto.\"", "syrup, \"and I see we are but an hour or two off Vesta. I am very much\n afraid this is our last chance to change course—\"", "the desert planet to the asteroid belt. In those days, there was no\n such device as a Velocity-Intensifier unit, and the\nLeo\n, even though", "The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, \"Heaven help us,\n it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the", "All that, to make an elongated story brief, happened on the first day\n out of Mars. As any schoolchild knows, it's a full hundred million from", "at war with the Outer Planets, and no man in his right senses wanted\n to sign for a single-trip jump on a rickety old patrolship bound for", "\"We are to attempt to run the Outer Planets Alliance blockade at any\n spot which reconnaisance determines as favorable. Our objective is", "\"If this is true, it means we have at last found the foothold we have\n been seeking; a salient within easy striking distance of Jupiter,", "the beginnings of respect for little Andy Laney's wisdom. He had been\n right about the danger of the Vesta route, as we had learned to our\n cost; now he was right on this other score.", "Callistans saw a Federation vessel, they'd send out an emissary to\n greet it. Our secret would be discovered, Callisto occupied by the\n enemy....\"", "\"Johnny—that you? Listen, change traj quick! Set a new course through\n the Belt by way of Iris and the Bog, and hurry up, because—\"" ], [ "capital of the Alliance government. Our task is to verify the rumor\n and, if it be true, make a treaty with the Callistans.\"", "John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a\n hen-house and said, \"The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with\n one of the Alliance ships, hey?\"", "\"Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist.\n You are surrounded by six armed craft, and your vessel is locked in\n our tensiles. Any further effort to make combat will bring about your\n immediate destruction!\"", "with an Alliance craft, it'll be just too bad for them!", "Already our lock had opened to the attackers; down the metal ramp we\n now heard the crisp cadence of invading footsteps. The door swung open,\n and the Alliance commandant stood smiling triumphantly before us.", "\"Vesta!\" he piped in that curiously high-pitched and mellow voice.\n \"Loft trajectory for Vesta! Then we're trying to run the Alliance\n blockade, Captain?\"", "Callistans saw a Federation vessel, they'd send out an emissary to\n greet it. Our secret would be discovered, Callisto occupied by the\n enemy....\"", "\"We are to attempt to run the Outer Planets Alliance blockade at any\n spot which reconnaisance determines as favorable. Our objective is", "\"Yes, sirree!\" The Old Man grinned comfortably. \"I almost hope we\n do bump into one. After we burn it out of the void we'll have clear\n sailing all the way to Callisto.\"", "Then on an ultra-wave carrier, drowning local noises beneath waves of\n sheer volume, came English words spoken with a foreign intonation. The\n voice of the Alliance commander.", "been gripped, and was now securely locked, in the clutch of a tractor\n beam!\nWhat happened next was everything at once. Officers Wainwright and", "ten days, perhaps more, to reach that disputed region of space around\n Vesta, where the Federation outposts were sparse and the Alliance block\n began.", "\"But—but if they take us prisoners,\" he questioned fearfully, \"what\n will they do with us?\"\n\n\n \"A concentration camp somewhere. Perhaps on Vesta.\"", "will secede from the Alliance and return to the Federation.", "on a freshly-waxed floor. The motion needed no explanation; it was\n unmistakeable to any spacer who has ever hopped the blue. Our ship had", "\"The search,\" interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant\n voice, \"is over. Where's the galley?\"", "The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, \"Heaven help us,\n it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the", "sir!\" ... the harsh query of Chief McMurtrie, \"Tractor beams on stern\n and prow, sir. Shall I attempt to break them?\" ... and a thunderous\ngroooom!", "I said, \"Sweet howling stars—some assignment, sir! A chance to end\n this terrible war ... form a permanent union of the entire Solar\n family ... bring about a new age of prosperity and happiness.\"", "at war with the Outer Planets, and no man in his right senses wanted\n to sign for a single-trip jump on a rickety old patrolship bound for" ] ]

[ "Which of the following is a false statement about the 98th corpse to be acquired by the ship?", "How long have the Venusians and Earth been in conflict?", "How did Burnett die?", "How many times did Burnett operate the claw in the passage?", "What likely happened to Rice in the end?", "What was Burnett’s greatest motivation to collect the 99th body?", "Why did Lethla come aboard the morgue ship?", "Why are Earth and Venus at war?", "What do we learn of the relationship between Rice and Burnett?" ]

[ [ "He travelled to Earth", "He turned on his superior", "He was a person of power in the opposition", "He was playing dead when found" ], [ "A decade", "Since Earthlings discovered interplanetary travel", "Since Venus was colonized", "A century" ], [ "Betrayal by Rice", "Casualty of fight with Lethla", "Ejection into space", "Suicide " ], [ "Three", "Two", "Four", "One" ], [ "He returned to Earth", "He died of his wounds", "He went to Venus", "He continued to collect bodies until the ship was full" ], [ "He saw a way to end the conflict", "Finally something exciting was happening on the ship", "He wanted to learn more about the mechanism to breathe in space", "He wanted to go home" ], [ "There were only two living people on the ship to overcome", "The ship had invisibility technology", "The ship had safe passage ", "The ship had the specialized claw to retrieve Kriere" ], [ "To maintain control of the solar system", "It is not revealed", "Venusians tried to colonize Earth", "Earth provoked the Venusians" ], [ "They served together in combat", "They are brothers", "They are work colleagues", "They are long time friends" ] ]

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[ [ "Burnett reached out with one long finger, tapped it quietly on Rice's\n barrel-chest. \"Haul a cargo of corpses for three thousand nights and", "He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: \"You\n know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the", "\"Number ninety-eight,\" Burnett repeated. \"Working on ninety-five,\n ninety-six and ninety-seven now. Blood-pumps, preservative, slight", "Two men. Rice and himself. Sharing a cozy morgue ship with a hundred\n other men who had forgotten, quite suddenly, however, to talk again.", "knew whose body would come in through the star-port next. Number\n ninety-eight was Lethla. Number ninety-nine would be Kriere.", "Morgue Ship\nBy RAY BRADBURY\nThis was Burnett's last trip. Three more\n\n shelves to fill with space-slain warriors—and\n\n he would be among the living again.", "thousand bodies preceding it. Nothing unusual about a body with blood\n cooling in it.\nShaking his head, he walked unsteadily toward the rungs that gleamed", "If Kriere could be captured, that meant the end of the war, the end\n of shelves stacked with sleeping warriors, the end of this blind\n searching. Kriere, then, had to be taken aboard. After that—", "chewed his lip, that would need a bit of doing. And even then the cargo\n wouldn't be full. Still one more body to get; one hundred. And you\n never knew who it would be.", "\"We saw your morgue ship an hour ago. It's a long, long way to Venus.\n We were running out of fuel, food, water. Radio was broken. Capture", "of it. When there's nothing left but seared memories, I'll be prowling\n through the void picking up warriors and taking them back to the good\n green Earth. Grisly, yes, but it's routine.", "There was another dead man aboard the\nConstellation\n.", "\"No tricks,\" said Lethla.\n\n\n Burnett scowled and smiled together. \"No tricks. You'll have Kriere on\n board the\nConstellation\nin half an hour or I'm no coroner.\"", "Burnett caught his breath. His eyes narrowed. There was something wrong\n with the body; his experienced glance knew that. He didn't know what it\n was.\n\n\n Maybe it was because the body looked a little\ntoo\ndead.", "late and we controlled your ship. We knew you picked up all bodies for\n brief exams, returning alien corpses to space later.\"", "Sam Burnett shook his long head, trying to think clearly. Pallid and\n quiet, three bodies lay on the cold transparent tables around him;", "Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "Lethla bowed slightly. \"Who would suspect a Morgue Rocket of providing\n safe hiding for precious Venusian cargo?\"\n\n\n \"Precious is the word for you, brother!\" said Rice.", "tight and wild inside himself. It went on for days. Moving the ship.\n Opening the star-port. Extending the retriever claw. Plucking some poor\n warrior's body out of the void.", "Lethla—number ninety-nine is Kriere. Three thousand days of rolling\n this rocket, and not once come back without a bunch of the kids who" ], [ "\"We saw your morgue ship an hour ago. It's a long, long way to Venus.\n We were running out of fuel, food, water. Radio was broken. Capture", "care much how I go back to earth. This Venusian here—what's his name?\n Lethla. He's number ninety-eight. Shove me into shelf ninety-nine", "Venus-Earth mess started. It's been see-sawing back and forth since the\n day you played hookey in the tenth grade, and I've been in the thick", "\"Yeah? If there's a warship within our radio range, seven hundred\n thousand miles, we'll get it. Unfortunately, the tide of battle has\n swept out past Earth in a new war concerning Io. That's out, Rice.\"", "\"Rather unfortunately, yes. He's still alive, heading toward Venus\n at an orbital velocity of two thousand m.p.h., wearing one of these", "Rice's voice was sullen. \"A set-up for you, huh? Traveling under the\n protection of the Purple Cross you can get your damned All-Mighty safe\n to Venus.\"", "Kriere, the All-Mighty. At whose behest all space had quivered like\n a smitten gong for part of a century. Kriere, revolving in his neat,", "Prickles of sweat appeared on Rice's face. He swore at the Venusian and\n the Venusian laughed like some sort of stringed instrument, high and\n quick.", "life-boats, scattering, Kriere and I in one, the others sacrificing\n their lives to cover our escape. We were lucky. We got through the\n Earth cordon unseen. But luck can't last forever.", "\"Accelerate toward Venus, mote-detectors wide open. Kriere must be\n picked up—\nnow!\n\"", "hard. Venusians weren't blind with malice. Rice and he could come out\n alive; if they cooperated.", "of it. When there's nothing left but seared memories, I'll be prowling\n through the void picking up warriors and taking them back to the good\n green Earth. Grisly, yes, but it's routine.", "Burnett set his teeth together, bone against bone. Help Kriere escape?\n See him safely to Venus, and then be freed? Sounded easy, wouldn't be", "He didn't like it any more. Ten years is too long to go back and\n forth from Earth to nowhere. You came out empty and you went back", "air-chrysali. Enough air for two more hours. Our flag ship was attacked\n unexpectedly yesterday near Mars. We were forced to take to the", "He was thinking about three thousand eternal nights of young bodies\n being ripped, slaughtered, flung to the vacuum tides. Ten years of\n hating a job and hoping that some day there would be a last trip and it\n would all be over.", "He bit his teeth together.\nYou never catch up with the war.\nYou come along when space has settled back, when the vacuum has stopped", "Lethla bowed slightly. \"Who would suspect a Morgue Rocket of providing\n safe hiding for precious Venusian cargo?\"\n\n\n \"Precious is the word for you, brother!\" said Rice.", "You see bodies, each in its own terrific orbit, given impetus by\n grinding collisions, tossed from mother ships and dancing head over", "tight and wild inside himself. It went on for days. Moving the ship.\n Opening the star-port. Extending the retriever claw. Plucking some poor\n warrior's body out of the void." ], [ "Burnett closed his eyes and said a couple of words, firmly. Nothing was\n worth running for any more. Another body. There had been one hundred", "Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "Burnett caught his breath. His eyes narrowed. There was something wrong\n with the body; his experienced glance knew that. He didn't know what it\n was.\n\n\n Maybe it was because the body looked a little\ntoo\ndead.", "stirring to life in Burnett's ears. Not so easily could they be ignored.\nYou may never catch up with the war again.\nThe last trip!", "\"To hell with it.\" Burnett winced, and fought to keep his eyes open.\n Something wet and sticky covered his chest. \"I said this was my last\n trip and I meant it. One way or the other, I'd have quit!\"", "Burnett swallowed and didn't say anything more, but he closed his eyes.\n He stood there, smelling the death-odor in the hot air of the ship,", "Burnett moved his tongue back and forth on his lips silently, his eyes\n lidded, listening to the two of them as if they were a radio drama.\n Lethla's voice came next:", "Burnett peeled the gloves off his huge, red, soft hands, slapped them\n into a floor incinerator mouth. Back to Earth. Then spin around and", "He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: \"You\n know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the", "Burnett smiled right back at him. What Kriere didn't know was that he\n was about to end a ten-years' war.", "Burnett laughed through his nose. Controls moved under his fingers like\n fluid; loved, caressed, tended by his familiar touching. Looking ahead,\n he squinted.", "Burnett shrugged. More bodies, more people, more war. What the hell.\n What the hell. He was tired. Talk about bodies and rulers to someone\n else.", "Burnett rubbed his jaw. \"Well?\"\n\n\n Rice exploded. His eyes were hot in his young, sharp-cut face, hot and\n black. \"Good Lord, Sam, do you know who this is?\"", "Burnett didn't move. He stood there in his rumpled white surgical\n gown, staring at his fingers gloved in bone-white rubber; feeling all", "That was the only way to draw Lethla off guard.\n\n\n Burnett spun about and leaped.\n\n\n The horror on Lethla's face didn't go away as he fired his gun.", "Burnett's jaw froze tight. He could feel a spot on his shoulder-blade\n where Lethla would send a bullet crashing into rib, sinew,\n artery—heart.", "Burnett went up, quick. Almost as if he enjoyed doing Lethla a favor.\n Rice grumbled and cursed after him.", "On the way up, Burnett thought about it. About Lethla poised like\n a white feather at the top, holding death in his hand. You never", "Two muscles moved on Burnett, one in each long cheek. The sag in his\n body vanished as he tautened his spine, flexed his lean-sinewed arms,\n wet thin lips.", "\"Cut power! We don't want to burn him!\"\nBurnett cut. Kriere's milky face floated dreamily into a visual-screen,\n eyes sealed, lips gaping, hands sagging, clutching emptily at the stars." ], [ "It reached Kriere.\n\n\n Burnett inhaled a deep breath.\n\n\n The metal claw cuddled Kriere in its shiny palm.\nLethla watched.", "Burnett laughed through his nose. Controls moved under his fingers like\n fluid; loved, caressed, tended by his familiar touching. Looking ahead,\n he squinted.", "Burnett jabbed a purple-topped stud. The star-port clashed open as\n it had done a thousand times before; but for the first time it was a", "Two muscles moved on Burnett, one in each long cheek. The sag in his\n body vanished as he tautened his spine, flexed his lean-sinewed arms,\n wet thin lips.", "Burnett slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly.\n Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back", "Burnett peeled the gloves off his huge, red, soft hands, slapped them\n into a floor incinerator mouth. Back to Earth. Then spin around and", "Burnett closed his eyes and said a couple of words, firmly. Nothing was\n worth running for any more. Another body. There had been one hundred", "He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: \"You\n know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the", "Ten years of it. Every hour of those ten years eating like maggots\n inside, working out to the surface of Burnett's face, working under the", "Constellation\n. I believe it.\"\nAnd the claw closed as Burnett spoke, closed slowly and certainly, all\n around Kriere, crushing him into a ridiculous posture of silence. There", "Burnett didn't move. He stood there in his rumpled white surgical\n gown, staring at his fingers gloved in bone-white rubber; feeling all", "Burnett jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative\n lab, bounded against glassite retorts, echoed from the refrigerator", "\"To hell with it.\" Burnett winced, and fought to keep his eyes open.\n Something wet and sticky covered his chest. \"I said this was my last\n trip and I meant it. One way or the other, I'd have quit!\"", "good sound. And out of the star-port, at Sam Burnett's easily fingered\n directions, slid the long claw-like mechanism that picked up bodies\n from space.", "Burnett reached out with one long finger, tapped it quietly on Rice's\n barrel-chest. \"Haul a cargo of corpses for three thousand nights and", "Burnett moved his tongue back and forth on his lips silently, his eyes\n lidded, listening to the two of them as if they were a radio drama.\n Lethla's voice came next:", "Lethla watched, intent and cold and quiet. The gun was cold and quiet,\n too.\n\n\n The claw glided toward Kriere without a sound, now, dream-like in its\n slowness.", "\"Number ninety-eight,\" Burnett repeated. \"Working on ninety-five,\n ninety-six and ninety-seven now. Blood-pumps, preservative, slight", "But even a machine breaks down....\n\"Sam!\" Rice turned swiftly as Burnett dragged himself up the ladder.\n Red and warm, Rice's face hovered over the body of a sprawled enemy\n official. \"Take a look at this!\"", "Burnett caught his breath. His eyes narrowed. There was something wrong\n with the body; his experienced glance knew that. He didn't know what it\n was.\n\n\n Maybe it was because the body looked a little\ntoo\ndead." ], [ "Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time.\n\n\n Lethla was alive.", ", though, Rice.\" His voice\n trailed off. \"You watch the shelves fill up and you never know who'll\n be next. Who'd have thought, four days ago—\"", "He could still see Rice standing over him for a long time, breathing\n out and in. Down under the tables the blood-pumps pulsed and pulsed,", "Fists made blunt flesh noises. Lethla went down, weaponless and\n screaming. Rice kicked. After awhile Lethla quit screaming, and the\n room swam around in Burnett's eyes, and he closed them tight and\n started laughing.", "Out of the red darkness, Rice's voice came and then he could see Rice's\n young face over him. Burnett groaned.", "Rice sucked in his breath. Burnett forced himself to take it easy. From\n the corners of his eyes he saw Rice's expression go deep and tight,\n biting lines into his sharp face.", "\"Steady, Rice,\" he said, matter of factly. With the rockets cut, there\n was too much silence, and his voice sounded guilty standing up alone in", "His voice got all full of fog. As thick as the fists of a dozen\n warriors. Rice was going away from him. Rice was standing still, and\n Burnett was lying down, not moving, but somehow Rice was going away a\n million miles.", "Rice got it out, finally. \"How'd you do it?\" he demanded, bitterly.\n \"How'd you live in the void? It's impossible!\"", "Rice came in fighting, too, but not before something like a red-hot\n ramrod stabbed Sam Burnett, catching him in the ribs, spinning him back\n like a drunken idiot to fall in a corner.", "Two men. Rice and himself. Sharing a cozy morgue ship with a hundred\n other men who had forgotten, quite suddenly, however, to talk again.", "\"Ain't I one hell of a patriot, Rice?\"\n\n\n Then everything got dark except Rice's face. And that was starting to\n dissolve.", "Rice stood about three inches below Sam Burnett's six-foot-one. Jaw\n hard and determined, he stared at Sam, a funny light in his eyes. His", "Something happened to his tongue so it felt like hard ice blocking his\n mouth. He had a lot more words to say, but only time to get a few of\n them out:\n\n\n \"Rice?\"", "Rice said:\n\n\n \"Boyohbody! Two more pick-ups and back to New York. Me for a ten-day\n drunk!\"", "\"\nRice didn't move. Burnett moved first, feeling alive for the first time\n in years. \"Sure,\" said Sam, smiling. \"We'll pick him up.\"", "Rice grabbed him by the shoulders. \"Snap out of it, Sam. Think!\n Kriere—The All-Mighty—in our territory. His right hand man dead. That\n means Kriere was in an accident, too!\"", "Burnett put his shoulder blades against the wall-metal, looking at his\n feet. When he glanced up, Rice's fresh, animated face was spoiled by\n the new bitterness in it.", "eliminated. Now: Rice and Burnett against Lethla. Lethla favored\n because of his gun.", "Burnett rubbed his jaw. \"Well?\"\n\n\n Rice exploded. His eyes were hot in his young, sharp-cut face, hot and\n black. \"Good Lord, Sam, do you know who this is?\"" ], [ "Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "Burnett caught his breath. His eyes narrowed. There was something wrong\n with the body; his experienced glance knew that. He didn't know what it\n was.\n\n\n Maybe it was because the body looked a little\ntoo\ndead.", "Burnett closed his eyes and said a couple of words, firmly. Nothing was\n worth running for any more. Another body. There had been one hundred", "Burnett reached out with one long finger, tapped it quietly on Rice's\n barrel-chest. \"Haul a cargo of corpses for three thousand nights and", "Sam Burnett shook his long head, trying to think clearly. Pallid and\n quiet, three bodies lay on the cold transparent tables around him;", "\"Number ninety-eight,\" Burnett repeated. \"Working on ninety-five,\n ninety-six and ninety-seven now. Blood-pumps, preservative, slight", "Burnett shrugged. More bodies, more people, more war. What the hell.\n What the hell. He was tired. Talk about bodies and rulers to someone\n else.", "chewed his lip, that would need a bit of doing. And even then the cargo\n wouldn't be full. Still one more body to get; one hundred. And you\n never knew who it would be.", "\"To hell with it.\" Burnett winced, and fought to keep his eyes open.\n Something wet and sticky covered his chest. \"I said this was my last\n trip and I meant it. One way or the other, I'd have quit!\"", "Morgue Ship\nBy RAY BRADBURY\nThis was Burnett's last trip. Three more\n\n shelves to fill with space-slain warriors—and\n\n he would be among the living again.", "thousand bodies preceding it. Nothing unusual about a body with blood\n cooling in it.\nShaking his head, he walked unsteadily toward the rungs that gleamed", "stirring to life in Burnett's ears. Not so easily could they be ignored.\nYou may never catch up with the war again.\nThe last trip!", "On the way up, Burnett thought about it. About Lethla poised like\n a white feather at the top, holding death in his hand. You never", "Ten years of it. Every hour of those ten years eating like maggots\n inside, working out to the surface of Burnett's face, working under the", "shelves. Burnett stared at the tabled bodies as if they would leap to\n life, even while preservative was being pumped into their veins.", "Burnett's jaw froze tight. He could feel a spot on his shoulder-blade\n where Lethla would send a bullet crashing into rib, sinew,\n artery—heart.", "\"\nRice didn't move. Burnett moved first, feeling alive for the first time\n in years. \"Sure,\" said Sam, smiling. \"We'll pick him up.\"", "He was thinking about three thousand eternal nights of young bodies\n being ripped, slaughtered, flung to the vacuum tides. Ten years of\n hating a job and hoping that some day there would be a last trip and it\n would all be over.", "Burnett didn't move. He stood there in his rumpled white surgical\n gown, staring at his fingers gloved in bone-white rubber; feeling all", "Burnett peeled the gloves off his huge, red, soft hands, slapped them\n into a floor incinerator mouth. Back to Earth. Then spin around and" ], [ "What in hell would Lethla be wanting aboard a morgue ship?\nLethla half-crouched in the midst of the smell of death and the", "He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: \"You\n know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the", "\"No tricks,\" said Lethla.\n\n\n Burnett scowled and smiled together. \"No tricks. You'll have Kriere on\n board the\nConstellation\nin half an hour or I'm no coroner.\"", "Lethla bowed slightly. \"Who would suspect a Morgue Rocket of providing\n safe hiding for precious Venusian cargo?\"\n\n\n \"Precious is the word for you, brother!\" said Rice.", "Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he\n knew why. Involuntarily, Burnett moved forward. Lethla moved like a", "Lethla's gun grip tightened. \"More talk of that nature, and only dead\n men there will be.\" He blinked. \"But first—we must rescue Kriere....\"", "knew whose body would come in through the star-port next. Number\n ninety-eight was Lethla. Number ninety-nine would be Kriere.", "He came out of the quick thoughts when he looped his long leg over\n the hole-rim, stepped up, faced Lethla in a cramped control room that", "\"As for Kriere—if he's anywhere around, he's smart. Every precaution\n is taken to protect that one.\"\n\n\n \"But Lethla! His body must mean something!\"", "\"There's your Ruler now, Lethla. Doing somersaults. Looks dead. A good\n trick.\"", "Lethla came down. Like a breath of air on the rungs.\n\n\n He smiled. \"That's better. Now. We can talk—\"\n\n\n Rice said it, slow:", "That was the only way to draw Lethla off guard.\n\n\n Burnett spun about and leaped.\n\n\n The horror on Lethla's face didn't go away as he fired his gun.", "Burnett moved his tongue back and forth on his lips silently, his eyes\n lidded, listening to the two of them as if they were a radio drama.\n Lethla's voice came next:", "On the way up, Burnett thought about it. About Lethla poised like\n a white feather at the top, holding death in his hand. You never", "Lethla watched, intent and cold and quiet. The gun was cold and quiet,\n too.\n\n\n The claw glided toward Kriere without a sound, now, dream-like in its\n slowness.", "Lethla showed his needle-like teeth. \"I thought it might be. Where's\n your radio?\"\n\n\n \"Go find it!\" snapped Rice, hotly.", "There was only\none\nway of drawing Lethla off guard, and it had to be\n fast.", "Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time.\n\n\n Lethla was alive.", "There were two shelves numbered and empty. They should be filled. And\n what more proper than that Kriere and Lethla should fill them? But, he", "\"Now, where do you want this crate?\" he asked Lethla easily.\n\n\n Lethla exhaled softly. \"Cooperation. I like it. You're wise, Earthman.\"" ], [ "Venus-Earth mess started. It's been see-sawing back and forth since the\n day you played hookey in the tenth grade, and I've been in the thick", "\"Yeah? If there's a warship within our radio range, seven hundred\n thousand miles, we'll get it. Unfortunately, the tide of battle has\n swept out past Earth in a new war concerning Io. That's out, Rice.\"", "\"We saw your morgue ship an hour ago. It's a long, long way to Venus.\n We were running out of fuel, food, water. Radio was broken. Capture", "Rice's voice was sullen. \"A set-up for you, huh? Traveling under the\n protection of the Purple Cross you can get your damned All-Mighty safe\n to Venus.\"", "care much how I go back to earth. This Venusian here—what's his name?\n Lethla. He's number ninety-eight. Shove me into shelf ninety-nine", "\"Accelerate toward Venus, mote-detectors wide open. Kriere must be\n picked up—\nnow!\n\"", "Prickles of sweat appeared on Rice's face. He swore at the Venusian and\n the Venusian laughed like some sort of stringed instrument, high and\n quick.", "hard. Venusians weren't blind with malice. Rice and he could come out\n alive; if they cooperated.", "of it. When there's nothing left but seared memories, I'll be prowling\n through the void picking up warriors and taking them back to the good\n green Earth. Grisly, yes, but it's routine.", "Burnett set his teeth together, bone against bone. Help Kriere escape?\n See him safely to Venus, and then be freed? Sounded easy, wouldn't be", "\"Rather unfortunately, yes. He's still alive, heading toward Venus\n at an orbital velocity of two thousand m.p.h., wearing one of these", "He didn't like it any more. Ten years is too long to go back and\n forth from Earth to nowhere. You came out empty and you went back", "Lethla bowed slightly. \"Who would suspect a Morgue Rocket of providing\n safe hiding for precious Venusian cargo?\"\n\n\n \"Precious is the word for you, brother!\" said Rice.", "Kriere, the All-Mighty. At whose behest all space had quivered like\n a smitten gong for part of a century. Kriere, revolving in his neat,", "\"Interplanetary law declares it straight, Lethla! Get out! Only dead\n men belong here.\"", "life-boats, scattering, Kriere and I in one, the others sacrificing\n their lives to cover our escape. We were lucky. We got through the\n Earth cordon unseen. But luck can't last forever.", "He bit his teeth together.\nYou never catch up with the war.\nYou come along when space has settled back, when the vacuum has stopped", "If Kriere could be captured, that meant the end of the war, the end\n of shelves stacked with sleeping warriors, the end of this blind\n searching. Kriere, then, had to be taken aboard. After that—", "You see bodies, each in its own terrific orbit, given impetus by\n grinding collisions, tossed from mother ships and dancing head over", "He spoke. Triumph warmed his crystal-thin voice. \"That's how I did it,\n Earthman.\"\n\n\n \"Glassite!\" said Rice. \"A face-moulded mask of glassite!\"" ], [ "Rice stood about three inches below Sam Burnett's six-foot-one. Jaw\n hard and determined, he stared at Sam, a funny light in his eyes. His", "Burnett rubbed his jaw. \"Well?\"\n\n\n Rice exploded. His eyes were hot in his young, sharp-cut face, hot and\n black. \"Good Lord, Sam, do you know who this is?\"", "Rice sucked in his breath. Burnett forced himself to take it easy. From\n the corners of his eyes he saw Rice's expression go deep and tight,\n biting lines into his sharp face.", "Out of the red darkness, Rice's voice came and then he could see Rice's\n young face over him. Burnett groaned.", "\"\nRice didn't move. Burnett moved first, feeling alive for the first time\n in years. \"Sure,\" said Sam, smiling. \"We'll pick him up.\"", "Burnett put his shoulder blades against the wall-metal, looking at his\n feet. When he glanced up, Rice's fresh, animated face was spoiled by\n the new bitterness in it.", "Burnett went up, quick. Almost as if he enjoyed doing Lethla a favor.\n Rice grumbled and cursed after him.", "thick and slow. Rice looked down at Burnett and then at the empty shelf\n at the far end of the room, and then back at Burnett again.", "His voice got all full of fog. As thick as the fists of a dozen\n warriors. Rice was going away from him. Rice was standing still, and\n Burnett was lying down, not moving, but somehow Rice was going away a\n million miles.", "Burnett scowled uneasily and said no.\n\n\n \"It's Lethla!\" Rice retorted.", "Burnett jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative\n lab, bounded against glassite retorts, echoed from the refrigerator", "eliminated. Now: Rice and Burnett against Lethla. Lethla favored\n because of his gun.", "Rice came in fighting, too, but not before something like a red-hot\n ramrod stabbed Sam Burnett, catching him in the ribs, spinning him back\n like a drunken idiot to fall in a corner.", "Burnett slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly.\n Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back", "Fists made blunt flesh noises. Lethla went down, weaponless and\n screaming. Rice kicked. After awhile Lethla quit screaming, and the\n room swam around in Burnett's eyes, and he closed them tight and\n started laughing.", "Burnett reached out with one long finger, tapped it quietly on Rice's\n barrel-chest. \"Haul a cargo of corpses for three thousand nights and", "Burnett moved his tongue back and forth on his lips silently, his eyes\n lidded, listening to the two of them as if they were a radio drama.\n Lethla's voice came next:", ", though, Rice.\" His voice\n trailed off. \"You watch the shelves fill up and you never know who'll\n be next. Who'd have thought, four days ago—\"", "Sam opened his thin lips and the words fell out all by themselves.\n \"Look, Rice, you're new at this game. I've been at it ever since the", "Two men. Rice and himself. Sharing a cozy morgue ship with a hundred\n other men who had forgotten, quite suddenly, however, to talk again." ] ]

[ "What is the relationship like between Yasak and Koroby?", "What did Koroby think of the vehicle she took to her wedding?", "What time period in human history does the author liken the Venusian planet to?", "What likely happened to Koroby after the story ended?", "How did Yasak feel towards Robert upon their meeting?", "How does Robert communicate with the Venusians?", "What statement best describes Robert?", "Why does Koroby feel motivated to start the fire?", "Under what circumstances does Yasak first reunite with Koroby during the story?", "How did Robert feel about becoming stranded on Venus?" ]

[ [ "They are set to meet for the first time on the date of their marriage", "Yasak is faithfully devoted to Koroby’s needs", "Koroby is faithfully devoted to Yasak, but falls in love with Robert", "Koroby has always loved Yasak, but Yasak treats her poorly" ], [ "It was carved by craftspeople and painted delicately", "It was old and musty", "It smelled beautifully of flower garlands", "It was delightful for her to finally ride in a space ship to her wedding" ], [ "The dawn of the Space Age", "A fairytale of the Stone Age", "A society on the edge of an industrial revolution", "A magical Iron Age" ], [ "She likely married Yasak", "She likely died from her wounds in the fire", "She likely hurried to complete her space ship to explore Terra", "Yasak was so fed up with her at that point he likely banished her" ], [ "Shocked by his appearance", "A friendly camaraderie", "Threatened by his presence", "Angry he had carried Koroby" ], [ "Both the Venusians and his people from Terra speak the same language", "He carries a translation device ", "He communicates telepathically", "He learns thoughts and language through mind reading" ], [ "He is revered as a god by all the Venusians in Stone City", "He is a Venusian that travelled to outer space and returned home completely changed", "He is an artificially intelligent machine that overtook planet Terra from humans", "He is a bionic human that had become immortal" ], [ "She starts the fire by accident while fleeing Stone City", "She starts the fire to protect Robert from being pursued", "She has had her heart broken and is fueled by rage", "She does not wish to marry Yasak, so must create a diversion" ], [ "He went looking for her when she was late to their wedding", "Some of the wedding procession alerted him to her distress", "He intercepted the wedding procession in a grassy field", "He was investigating the source of the green flame when he saw her" ], [ "He was unmoved by the situation", "He was eager to explore Venus while he fixed his ship", "He was anxious to fix his ship and return to Terra", "He felt lucky to have survived the crash" ] ]

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[ [ "It was day. Koroby sat up in bed and scanned her surroundings. She was\n in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest", "Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow.\n \"You'd better,\" she said ominously. \"Otherwise, I'll make a complaint\n to Yasak—\"", "They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "\"Oh,\" Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. \"I feel as if I'd\n been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in\n armor?\"", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't\n know.\" She tightened her lips as she reflected on it.", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "Lights glimmered ahead; shouts reached them. It was a searching party,\n Yasak in it. The litter-carriers who could still speak blurted out what", "\"He wasn't human at all!\" Yasak marvelled. \"He was some kind of a toy\n made to look like a man—that's why he wore armor, and his face never\n changed expression—\"", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for\n they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and\n rumpled; her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose; dust on her", "\"Shall we go now?\" Koroby asked, and the litter-carrier nodded. Koroby\n kissed the girls, one after another. \"Here, Shonka—you can have this", "\"You will stay with me while you are in the City, of course,\" Yasak\n said, as they walked. He eyed this handsome stranger speculatively, and", "\"Someone carry these men,\" Yasak ordered. To Robert he said, \"We're not\n very far from the path to the City now. Shall I carry the girl?\"\n\n\n \"It makes no difference,\" Robert said.", "reaching for her. Then she heard Yasak's voice. Face stern, he pushed\n through the crowd, pressed her to him. \"Let her alone—Let her alone, I\n say!\"", "Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a\n squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on\n the destruction, stood a man.....", "that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was\n furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?\"", "\"Yasak's out somewhere. The stranger man is in the room at the end of\n the hall.\"" ], [ "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "Koroby stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She\n shrugged hopelessly. \"I don't care,\" she said slowly. \"It will be nice", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "Grumbling, they bent to the conveyance's poles, and Koroby lithely\n slipped to the cushions. They turned off the path, plodded through the", "They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for\n they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and\n rumpled; her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose; dust on her", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva,\n and scrubbed her face. She rearranged her hair, and stepped forward.", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the\n backs of her hands. She went to the narrow slits that served as windows", "It was day. Koroby sat up in bed and scanned her surroundings. She was\n in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest", "Koroby twirled before the mirror, criticizing her appearance. \"Yes,\n ready,\" she said.\n\n\n \"Ready!\" the girls cried. Then there was a little silence.", "Koroby fingered the flowers around her throat, her eyes rapt on the\n passing trees. Her lips moved in the barest murmur: \"If only—!\"", "\"Shall we go now?\" Koroby asked, and the litter-carrier nodded. Koroby\n kissed the girls, one after another. \"Here, Shonka—you can have this", "old litter that Koroby had been watching come and go ever since she\n was a little girl, a canopied framework of gaudily-painted carvings.", "He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was\n a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally", "the lights of the other litter-bearers, colored sparks as befitted\n a wedding-conveyance. The winking lights were enclosed in shells of\n colored glass for another reason—the danger of their firing the papery", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "\"You're comfortable?\" the litter bearer asked. Koroby nodded, and the\n litter was lifted, was carried along the path.", "him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving\n and calling after him, \"Robert! Robert! Come back!\" but he did not seem\n to hear.", "\"Goodbye! Goodbye!\" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling\n farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke" ], [ "He was looking at the wrecked globe of metal. \"So there are people on\n Venus!\" he said slowly.", "have a personal problem now,\" he said, making a peculiar sound that\n was not quite a sigh. \"Here I am stranded on Venus, my ship utterly", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when", "faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering\n Venusian speech, \"How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married\n tonight, like you!\"", "Even his feet were covered. Perhaps it was armor—though the Venus-men\n usually wore only breastplate and greaves. And a helmet hid all of", "Terrestial men, made in Man's likeness to appease Man's vanity, then\n conquered him.", "\"The vehicle by which I came here from a land beyond the sky,\" he said.\n She had no concept of stars or space, and he could not fully explain.\n \"From a world known as Terra.\"", "of guessing. He said, \"No, I am not going to take you back there.\" Her\n month gaped in surprise, and he continued, \"As for the distance to\n Terra—it is incredibly far away.\"", "STRANGER FROM SPACE\nBy HANNES BOK\nShe prayed that a God would come from the skies\n\n and carry her away to bright adventures. But\n\n when he came in a metal globe, she knew only", "She left them, moving gracefully to the door. Venus-girls were\n generally of truly elfin proportions, so delicately slim that they", "\"But my race is infinitely superior to yours,\" he said blandly. \"You\n little people—ah—\" He gestured airily.\n\n\n Her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. \"And I?\"", "knows how far away that light is? Besides, you're on your way to be\n married.\"", "She was silent a moment, stunned. So there was another world! Then she\n asked, \"Is it far? Have you come to take me there?\"", "He seemed just a trifle bored. \"We gave up names long ago on my world.\n We are concerned with more weighty things than our own selves. But I", "\"I had a faint idea of it when I looked into your mind,\" he said. \"I'm\n afraid I haven't any use for it. Where I come from there is no love,", "crumpled as though it had dropped from a great distance. It had been\n globular before the crash, and was pierced with holes like windows.\n What could it possibly be? A house? But whoever heard of a metal house?", "He was clothed very peculiarly. A wonderfully-made metallic garment\n enclosed his whole body—legs and all, unlike the Venus-men's tunics.", "had to strain forward to hear her. \"I wish that there were other worlds\n than this—and that someone would drop out of the skies and claim", "their closed lids are raised to light. Against the glow, fantastically\n twisted trees spread claws of spiky leaves, and a group of clay huts\n thrust up sharp edges of shadow, like the abandoned toy blocks of a", "preparations. The men with the litter will be here soon to carry me to\n the Stone City.\"" ], [ "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "\"Shall we go now?\" Koroby asked, and the litter-carrier nodded. Koroby\n kissed the girls, one after another. \"Here, Shonka—you can have this", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for\n they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and\n rumpled; her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose; dust on her", "him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving\n and calling after him, \"Robert! Robert! Come back!\" but he did not seem\n to hear.", "The glare was beginning to die, the green flames' hissing fading to a\n whisper. They watched the melting globe sag on the sand. Then Koroby", "\"Goodbye! Goodbye!\" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling\n farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke", "It was day. Koroby sat up in bed and scanned her surroundings. She was\n in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest", "Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the\n backs of her hands. She went to the narrow slits that served as windows", "\"Oh,\" Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. \"I feel as if I'd\n been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in\n armor?\"", "Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow.\n \"You'd better,\" she said ominously. \"Otherwise, I'll make a complaint\n to Yasak—\"", "seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body\n was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous.", "They waited, but nothing further happened—there were no more stabs of\n green light nor detonations. The bearers stooped to lift the litter's\n poles to their shoulders. \"Shall we go on?\" one of them asked Koroby.", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby", "Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a\n squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on\n the destruction, stood a man.....", "He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was\n a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally", "\"Fairly well. How long have I been ill?\" Koroby asked, sweetly weak.\n\n\n \"You haven't been ill. They brought you in last night.\"", "The stranger did not speak, merely gazed deeply into Koroby's eyes. And\n she, returning the gaze, wondered if he was peering into her very soul.\n The words of a folk-ballad came to her:" ], [ "They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was\n furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?\"", "\"You will stay with me while you are in the City, of course,\" Yasak\n said, as they walked. He eyed this handsome stranger speculatively, and", "reaching for her. Then she heard Yasak's voice. Face stern, he pushed\n through the crowd, pressed her to him. \"Let her alone—Let her alone, I\n say!\"", "to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't\n know.\" She tightened her lips as she reflected on it.", "It was day. Koroby sat up in bed and scanned her surroundings. She was\n in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest", "\"He wasn't human at all!\" Yasak marvelled. \"He was some kind of a toy\n made to look like a man—that's why he wore armor, and his face never\n changed expression—\"", "\"Someone carry these men,\" Yasak ordered. To Robert he said, \"We're not\n very far from the path to the City now. Shall I carry the girl?\"\n\n\n \"It makes no difference,\" Robert said.", "Lights glimmered ahead; shouts reached them. It was a searching party,\n Yasak in it. The litter-carriers who could still speak blurted out what", "trilled softly to herself, \"Yes, I am beautiful tonight—the loveliest\n woman Yasak will ever see!\" And then, regretfully, sullenly, \"But oh,\n if only", "\"Oh,\" Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. \"I feel as if I'd\n been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in\n armor?\"", "then turned to shout an necessary order. \"You, there, keep in line!\" He\n glanced at Robert furtively to see if this had impressed him at all.", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow.\n \"You'd better,\" she said ominously. \"Otherwise, I'll make a complaint\n to Yasak—\"", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a\n squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on\n the destruction, stood a man.....", "He was probably a god. Not even handsome Yasak looked like this. Here\n was a face so finely-chiseled, so perfectly proportioned, that it was", "front of you—I, supposed to be Yasak's wife by now!\" She began to\n cry, hid her face in suddenly lax fingers. She looked up fiercely. \"I", "He struck something. \"Here he is!\" he cried. The others hurried to the\n spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were", "could kill you!\" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the\n perfection of his face. \"I could kill you, and I will kill you!\" she\n sprang at him." ], [ "have a personal problem now,\" he said, making a peculiar sound that\n was not quite a sigh. \"Here I am stranded on Venus, my ship utterly", "He was looking at the wrecked globe of metal. \"So there are people on\n Venus!\" he said slowly.", "said to Koroby, \"I realize from the pictures in your mind that there\n is no means in your city of communicating directly with my people. But\n it seems that there are materials which I can utilize in building a", "She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself.\n \"Call me Robert. It is an ancient name on Terra.\"\n\n\n \"Robert,\" she said, and, \"Robert.\"", "faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering\n Venusian speech, \"How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married\n tonight, like you!\"", "\"The vehicle by which I came here from a land beyond the sky,\" he said.\n She had no concept of stars or space, and he could not fully explain.\n \"From a world known as Terra.\"", "\"Thank you for carrying me, Robert.\" He did not reply. \"Robert—I\n dreamed of you last night. I dreamed you built another round house and", "in them. She spoke her thought: \"What are you doing? You seem to be\n reading my mind!\"", "Without removing hands, he nodded. \"Reading—mind.\" He stared long\n into her eyes. His dispassionate, too-perfect face began to frighten\n her. She slipped back from him, her hand clutching her throat.", "\"And now if you're through playing your incomprehensible little scene,\"\n Robert said, \"I hope you will excuse me. I regret that I have no", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when", "STRANGER FROM SPACE\nBy HANNES BOK\nShe prayed that a God would come from the skies\n\n and carry her away to bright adventures. But\n\n when he came in a metal globe, she knew only", "He struck something. \"Here he is!\" he cried. The others hurried to the\n spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were", "could kill you!\" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the\n perfection of his face. \"I could kill you, and I will kill you!\" she\n sprang at him.", "of guessing. He said, \"No, I am not going to take you back there.\" Her\n month gaped in surprise, and he continued, \"As for the distance to\n Terra—it is incredibly far away.\"", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby", "He straightened up and spoke—haltingly at first, then with growing\n assurance. \"Don't be afraid. I mean you no harm.\" She trembled. It was", "Even his feet were covered. Perhaps it was armor—though the Venus-men\n usually wore only breastplate and greaves. And a helmet hid all of", "\"I had a faint idea of it when I looked into your mind,\" he said. \"I'm\n afraid I haven't any use for it. Where I come from there is no love,", "\"I read your mind,\" he explained indifferently. \"I have a remarkable\n memory.\"\n\n\n \"Remarkable indeed!\" she mocked. \"No one here could do that.\"" ], [ "\"Thank you for carrying me, Robert.\" He did not reply. \"Robert—I\n dreamed of you last night. I dreamed you built another round house and", "\"And now if you're through playing your incomprehensible little scene,\"\n Robert said, \"I hope you will excuse me. I regret that I have no", "He struck something. \"Here he is!\" he cried. The others hurried to the\n spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were", "then turned to shout an necessary order. \"You, there, keep in line!\" He\n glanced at Robert furtively to see if this had impressed him at all.", "\"Robert—I'm mad about you! I've dreamed of your coming—all my life!", "could kill you!\" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the\n perfection of his face. \"I could kill you, and I will kill you!\" she\n sprang at him.", "that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was\n furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?\"", "him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving\n and calling after him, \"Robert! Robert! Come back!\" but he did not seem\n to hear.", "\"Don't you think it was an exciting dream?\" He shook his head. \"But\n why? Robert\"—she laid longing hands on his shoulders—\"can't you see", "She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself.\n \"Call me Robert. It is an ancient name on Terra.\"\n\n\n \"Robert,\" she said, and, \"Robert.\"", "They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "\"Someone carry these men,\" Yasak ordered. To Robert he said, \"We're not\n very far from the path to the City now. Shall I carry the girl?\"\n\n\n \"It makes no difference,\" Robert said.", "and unfastened the translucent shutter of one. Down in the City street,\n Robert was walking away. Her eyes hardened, and her fingers spread", "The City's wall was not far behind. Robert was visible in the distance,\n striding toward his sky-ship, a widening cloud of dust rising behind", "In a few minutes she was lightly running down the hall; she knocked on\n the door of Robert's room. \"May I come in?\"", "Without removing hands, he nodded. \"Reading—mind.\" He stared long\n into her eyes. His dispassionate, too-perfect face began to frighten\n her. She slipped back from him, her hand clutching her throat.", "\"I read your mind,\" he explained indifferently. \"I have a remarkable\n memory.\"\n\n\n \"Remarkable indeed!\" she mocked. \"No one here could do that.\"", "But at last she could go no farther. She had forced herself along\n because she wanted to impress this indifferent man that she was not as", "Robert dipped down, scooped her up, and carried her.", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear" ], [ "Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a\n squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on\n the destruction, stood a man.....", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "ladder, they roared. Koroby was running back toward the City now, away\n from the heat. The fire spread in a long line over the prairie. Above", "The glare was beginning to die, the green flames' hissing fading to a\n whisper. They watched the melting globe sag on the sand. Then Koroby", "Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the\n backs of her hands. She went to the narrow slits that served as windows", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "stem, and another, growing larger, hotter—Koroby stepped back from the\n writhing fire, her hand protectively over her face.", "They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for\n they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and\n rumpled; her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose; dust on her", "He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was\n a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally", "\"Shall we go now?\" Koroby asked, and the litter-carrier nodded. Koroby\n kissed the girls, one after another. \"Here, Shonka—you can have this", "him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving\n and calling after him, \"Robert! Robert! Come back!\" but he did not seem\n to hear.", "Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva,\n and scrubbed her face. She rearranged her hair, and stepped forward.", "Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow.\n \"You'd better,\" she said ominously. \"Otherwise, I'll make a complaint\n to Yasak—\"", "\"Don't go there—it's magic—he'll cast a spell—!\" one of the bearers\n whispered urgently, reaching after her, but Koroby pushed him away. The", "said to Koroby, \"I realize from the pictures in your mind that there\n is no means in your city of communicating directly with my people. But\n it seems that there are materials which I can utilize in building a", "He was walking along, head erect, apparently quite at ease, while the\n litter bearers and Koroby could barely drag themselves with him. The", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby" ], [ "It was day. Koroby sat up in bed and scanned her surroundings. She was\n in Yasak's house. The bed was very soft, the coverlets of the finest", "They watched the conflagration, Yasak and Koroby, from a higher part of\n the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert", "\"Oh,\" Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. \"I feel as if I'd\n been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in\n armor?\"", "Koroby stepped out to the path, straightened up, her eyes on the glow.\n \"You'd better,\" she said ominously. \"Otherwise, I'll make a complaint\n to Yasak—\"", "Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his\n arm. \"Who are you?\" she asked. \"Tell me your name!\"", "Lights glimmered ahead; shouts reached them. It was a searching party,\n Yasak in it. The litter-carriers who could still speak blurted out what", "But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her\n lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear", "They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for\n they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and\n rumpled; her carefully-arranged braids had fallen loose; dust on her", "Koroby lifted a hand. \"Stop the litter,\" she said.\nThe conveyance halted. Koroby leaning out, the men peering around them,", "reaching for her. Then she heard Yasak's voice. Face stern, he pushed\n through the crowd, pressed her to him. \"Let her alone—Let her alone, I\n say!\"", "Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a\n squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on\n the destruction, stood a man.....", "\"Shall we go now?\" Koroby asked, and the litter-carrier nodded. Koroby\n kissed the girls, one after another. \"Here, Shonka—you can have this", "again. Then, from the direction of the light-flashes, a glow appeared,\n shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby", "wrecked, and I'm due at the Reisezek Convention in two weeks. You\"—he\n gripped Koroby's shoulder, and his strength made her wince—\"tell me,", "\"Goodbye! Goodbye!\" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling\n farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke", "Grumbling, they bent to the conveyance's poles, and Koroby lithely\n slipped to the cushions. They turned off the path, plodded through the", "to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't\n know.\" She tightened her lips as she reflected on it.", "\"Goodbye, Koroby!\"", "Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the\n backs of her hands. She went to the narrow slits that served as windows", "Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva,\n and scrubbed her face. She rearranged her hair, and stepped forward." ], [ "have a personal problem now,\" he said, making a peculiar sound that\n was not quite a sigh. \"Here I am stranded on Venus, my ship utterly", "He was looking at the wrecked globe of metal. \"So there are people on\n Venus!\" he said slowly.", "She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself.\n \"Call me Robert. It is an ancient name on Terra.\"\n\n\n \"Robert,\" she said, and, \"Robert.\"", "of guessing. He said, \"No, I am not going to take you back there.\" Her\n month gaped in surprise, and he continued, \"As for the distance to\n Terra—it is incredibly far away.\"", "faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering\n Venusian speech, \"How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married\n tonight, like you!\"", "that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was\n furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?\"", "could kill you!\" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the\n perfection of his face. \"I could kill you, and I will kill you!\" she\n sprang at him.", "\"Thank you for carrying me, Robert.\" He did not reply. \"Robert—I\n dreamed of you last night. I dreamed you built another round house and", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when", "The City's wall was not far behind. Robert was visible in the distance,\n striding toward his sky-ship, a widening cloud of dust rising behind", "emotions—I was never allowed them. But it is an esthetic regret.... I\n must go back to my wrecked ship now and arrange the signals there.\" He\n did not wait for her leave, but strode out of the room.", "him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving\n and calling after him, \"Robert! Robert! Come back!\" but he did not seem\n to hear.", "STRANGER FROM SPACE\nBy HANNES BOK\nShe prayed that a God would come from the skies\n\n and carry her away to bright adventures. But\n\n when he came in a metal globe, she knew only", "Even his feet were covered. Perhaps it was armor—though the Venus-men\n usually wore only breastplate and greaves. And a helmet hid all of", "\"And now if you're through playing your incomprehensible little scene,\"\n Robert said, \"I hope you will excuse me. I regret that I have no", "had to strain forward to hear her. \"I wish that there were other worlds\n than this—and that someone would drop out of the skies and claim", "He struck something. \"Here he is!\" he cried. The others hurried to the\n spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were", "\"Don't you think it was an exciting dream?\" He shook his head. \"But\n why? Robert\"—she laid longing hands on his shoulders—\"can't you see", "then turned to shout an necessary order. \"You, there, keep in line!\" He\n glanced at Robert furtively to see if this had impressed him at all.", "\"I had a faint idea of it when I looked into your mind,\" he said. \"I'm\n afraid I haven't any use for it. Where I come from there is no love," ] ]

[ "How do the Boyars view the Aga Kagans?", "Which is the best adjective to describe the Corp's approach to governance of the planet?", "What is the Boyar's ultimate goal for Flamme?", "According to Retief what would happen if the Corps did not get involved in the dispute between the Boyars and the Aga Kagans?", "How does Georges feel about the Aga Kagans?", "Why does Retief want Georges to accompany him to see the leader of the Aga Kagans?", "How does the terraforming technology work?", "Which of the following is not true about Retief?", "What is the style of the Corps' note to the Aga Kaga?", "What does the Aga Kaga reveal as his people's strategy for taking over planet?" ]

[ [ "They view them as allies in colonizing Flamme", "They view them as invading opportunists", "They view them as old neighbors whom they dislike but tolerate", "They view them as a threat due to their highly advanced technology" ], [ "Erratic", "Aggressive", "Bureaucratic", "Efficient" ], [ "To destroy the planet before the Aga Kagans can take it over", "To transform the planet into a place that can support life and grow crops", "To cede control of the planet to the Aga Kagans", "To strip the planet of its natural resources via mining" ], [ "The Aga Kagans would leave Flamme to find a better planet", "The Boyars would create a treaty with the Aga Kagans without the Corps' approval", "The Aga Kagans would enslave the Boyars", "The Boyars and the Aga Kagans would go to war" ], [ "He thinks they are uncivilized thieves", "He thinks they are a primitive people who are easily manipulated", "He respects them for their advanced technology and wisdom", "He feels that they are misunderstood heroes" ], [ "He thinks that Georges' terraforming technology will appeal to the Aga Kagans' economic interests", "He thinks that Georges will remind the Aga Kagan that if they don't cooperate, there will be consequences", "He thinks that Georges will be able to distract them while he destroys the Aga Kagans' technology", "He thinks that Georges will win them over with his charisma" ], [ "It instantly transforms bare planets into planets that can support life", "It infects organisms on the planet with a virus that changes their DNA to make them more suitable for human consumption", "It can only work on land that has previously contained life", "It follows ecological processes to slowly transform barren land into arable land over time" ], [ "He understands the Aga Kagan's language", "He understands the Aga Kagan's culture well", "He does not believe that diplomacy is effective", "He is familiar with the Aga Kagan's custom of speaking in proverbs" ], [ "Direct", "Bellicose", "Informal", "Verbose" ], [ "They will win over the current residents of the planets using propaganda", "They will abolish the Corps so they can take over planets without the Corps' interference", "They will occupy a whole planet over night", "They will claim a little bit of land at a time to slowly grow their territory" ] ]

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[ [ "\"The Boyars needed some co-operation sixty years ago,\" Retief said.\n \"They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "The Aga Kaga frowned. \"Your manner—\"\n\n\n \"Never mind our manners!\" Georges blurted, standing. \"We don't need any\n lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!\"", "\"To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear\n foolish,\" Retief said. \"These are the lands of the Boyars. But enough\n of these pleasantries. We seek audience with your ruler.\"", "\"I've had some unhappy experiences with strangers,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n \"It is written in the sands that all strangers are kin. Still, he who\n visits rarely is a welcome guest. Be seated.\"\nIII", "Blackbeard cleared his throat. \"Down on your faces in the presence of\n the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West.\"", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "forests. They've just about reached the point where they can begin to\n enjoy it. The Aga Kagans have picked this as a good time to move in.", "about these Aga Kagans,\" he said. \"I hear they have some nasty habits.\n I don't want to see you operated on with the same knives they use to\n skin out the goats.\"", "\"Yes, perfectly so,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"None would dare to intrude in\n my council.\" He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. \"You have a proposal to", "\"Another?\" the Aga Kaga said, offering the bottle. Georges glowered as\n his glass was filled. The Aga Kaga held the glass up to the light.", "includes no inflammatory actions based on outmoded concepts. The Boyars\n will have to accommodate themselves to the situation!\"", "\"I cannot restrain my men in the face of your insults,\" the bearded Aga\n Kagan roared. \"These hens of mine have feathers—and talons as well!\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "The Aga Kaga's face darkened. \"You dare to speak thus to me, pig of a\n muck-grubber!\"", "\"Call me Stanley,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"The other routine is just to\n please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members", "\"Come to the point,\" the Aga Kaga cut in. \"You're here to lodge a\n complaint that I'm invading territories to which someone else lays", "Retief puffed at his cigar, eyeing the Aga Kagan cheerfully. The youth\n in the rear moved forward, teeth bared.", "The Aga Kaga snorted. \"I thought the goats were overdoing it a bit\n myself,\" he said. \"Still, the graybeards insisted. And I need their\n support.\"", "\"Hah! The goats of the Aga Kaga graze on the lands of the Aga Kaga.\"\n The leader edged his horse close, eyed Retief fiercely. \"We welcome no\n intruders on our lands.\"" ], [ "\"You're basing your plan of action on the certainty that the Corps will\n sit by, wringing its hands, while you embark on a career of planetary\n piracy.\"", "settlement of certain differences between yourself and the planetary\n authorities. I have here a Note, which I'm conveying on behalf of the\n Sector Under-Secretary. With your permission, I'll read it.\"", "\"String them along?\" Magnan suggested.\n\n\n \"An unfortunate choice of phrase,\" the Under-Secretary said. \"However,\n it embodies certain realities of Galactic politics. The Corps must\n concern itself with matters of broad policy.\"", "\"Planetary government?\" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. \"My\n men have observed a few squatters along the shore. If they're in\n distress, I'll see about a distribution of goat-meat.\"", "but a very small nibble. We won't make the mistake of excessive greed.\n We shall inch our way to empire—and those who stand in our way shall\n be dubbed warmongers.\"", "\"Imperialism! Why, you Aga Kagans have been the most notorious\n planet-grabbers in Sector history, you—you—\"", "\"So we sit tight and watch 'em take our world away from us. That's what\n I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered\n these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world.\"", "with something from Corps HQ. When I tell 'em all we've got is a piece\n of paper, that'll be the end. There's a strong vigilante organization", "\"Excellency,\" Retief said, \"I have the honor to present M. Georges\n Duror, Chef d'Regime of the Planetary government.\"", "\"A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps\n Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme.\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"The Boyars have spent sixty years terraforming Flamme,\" Retief said.\n \"They've cleared jungle, descummed the seas, irrigated deserts, set out", "They've been building up for this push for the last five years. A\n show of resistance by you Boyars without Corps backing would be an\n invitation to slaughter—with the excuse that you started it.\"", "\"It's pointless to resist,\" he said. \"We have you outgunned and\n outmanned. Your small nation has no chance against us. But we're", "lightly as a moral duty; others are dubbed imperialist merely for\n holding onto their own. Unfair, you say. But that's life, my friends.\n And I shall continue to take every advantage of it.\"", "back some of the saurian wild life that liked to graze on people.\n The Corps didn't like the idea. They wanted to see an undisputed", "\"You're stretching your analogy a little too far,\" Retief said. \"You're\n banking on the inaction of the Corps. You could be wrong.\"", "\"We have come to bear tidings from the Corps Diplomatique\n Terrestrienne,\" Retief said solemnly. A perfumed slave girl offered\n grapes.", "Flamme. So far, I've persuaded the Boyars that this is a matter for the\n Corps, and not to take matters into their own hands.\"", "the lesson of history. The Corps Diplomatique will make expostulatory\n noises, but it will accept the\nfait accompli\n. You, my dear sir, are" ], [ "Flamme. So far, I've persuaded the Boyars that this is a matter for the\n Corps, and not to take matters into their own hands.\"", "\"I want a firm assurance of Corps support to take back to Flamme,\"\n Retief said. \"The Boyars are a little naive. They don't understand", "\"The Boyars have spent sixty years terraforming Flamme,\" Retief said.\n \"They've cleared jungle, descummed the seas, irrigated deserts, set out", "\"Sixty years ago the Corps was encouraging the Boyars to settle\n Flamme,\" Retief said. \"They were assured of Corps support.\"", "\"To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear\n foolish,\" Retief said. \"These are the lands of the Boyars. But enough\n of these pleasantries. We seek audience with your ruler.\"", "includes no inflammatory actions based on outmoded concepts. The Boyars\n will have to accommodate themselves to the situation!\"", "They've been building up for this push for the last five years. A\n show of resistance by you Boyars without Corps backing would be an\n invitation to slaughter—with the excuse that you started it.\"", "\"And by the time we've got a crop growing out of what was bare rock,\n you'll be ready to move in,\" the Boyar Chef d'Regime snapped. \"But", "A bearded goat eyed the Boyar Chef sardonically, jaw working. \"Look at\n that long-nosed son!\" The goat gave a derisive bleat and took another\n mouthful of ripe grain.", "\"Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast.\"\n\n\n \"The confounded impudence,\" Georges rasped. \"Tells us to our face what\n he has in mind!\"", "\"The Boyars needed some co-operation sixty years ago,\" Retief said.\n \"They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat", "\"Don't belabor the point,\" the Boyar Chef d'Regime said. \"Since we seem\n to be on the verge of losing it.\"\n\n\n \"You're forgetting the Note.\"", "The Under-Secretary turned a liverish eye on Retief. \"As Minister\n to Flamme, you should know that the function of a diplomatic\n representative is merely to ... what shall I say...?\"", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "stand of ripe grain. The car pulled to a stop. Retief held the Boyar's\n arm.", "\"I'm warning you, Retief!\" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning\n forward, wattles quivering. \"Corps policy with regard to Flamme", "\"Retief, on your say-so, I've kept my boys on a short leash. They've\n put up with plenty. Last week, while you were away, these barbarians", "and Terrestrial Minister skimmed along a foot above a pot-holed road.\n Slumped in the padded seat, the Boyar Chef d'Regime waved his cigar\n glumly at the surrounding hills.", "The armed escort motioned the car to a halt before an immense tent of\n glistening black. Before the tent armed men lounged under a pennant\n bearing a lion\ncouchant\nin crimson on a field verte.", "Retief puffed at his cigar, eyeing the Aga Kagan cheerfully. The youth\n in the rear moved forward, teeth bared." ], [ "\"The Boyars needed some co-operation sixty years ago,\" Retief said.\n \"They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat", "\"There is a little something further,\" said Retief, sitting solidly in\n his chair. \"What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?\"", "\"That would have been a mistake,\" said Retief. \"The Aga Kagans are\n tough customers. They're active on half a dozen worlds at the moment.", "\"You're stretching your analogy a little too far,\" Retief said. \"You're\n banking on the inaction of the Corps. You could be wrong.\"", "\"Yes, perfectly so,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"None would dare to intrude in\n my council.\" He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. \"You have a proposal to", "\"I want a firm assurance of Corps support to take back to Flamme,\"\n Retief said. \"The Boyars are a little naive. They don't understand", "\"Sixty years ago the Corps was encouraging the Boyars to settle\n Flamme,\" Retief said. \"They were assured of Corps support.\"", "\"To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear\n foolish,\" Retief said. \"These are the lands of the Boyars. But enough\n of these pleasantries. We seek audience with your ruler.\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "\"That's what I'm afraid of,\" Retief said. \"They're not going to sit\n still and watch it happen. If I don't take back concrete evidence of", "\"Hah! The goats of the Aga Kaga graze on the lands of the Aga Kaga.\"\n The leader edged his horse close, eyed Retief fiercely. \"We welcome no\n intruders on our lands.\"", "\"I'm warning you, Retief!\" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning\n forward, wattles quivering. \"Corps policy with regard to Flamme", "The Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "\"It seems nobody's told the Aga Kagans about fiscal years,\" Retief\n said. \"They're going right ahead with their program of land-grabbing on", "\"So we sit tight and watch 'em take our world away from us. That's what\n I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered\n these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world.\"", "\"Retief, on your say-so, I've kept my boys on a short leash. They've\n put up with plenty. Last week, while you were away, these barbarians", "\"I'd be against that myself. Still, the mail must go through.\"\n\n\n \"Strong-arm lads, eh? What have you got in mind, Retief?\"", "\"I see you're quite a student of history, Stanley,\" Retief said. \"I\n wonder if you recall the eventual fate of most of the would-be empire\n nibblers of the past?\"", "\"Confounded hot-heads,\" he muttered. \"Very well, Retief. I'll go along\n to the extent of a Note; but positively no further.\"", "They've been building up for this push for the last five years. A\n show of resistance by you Boyars without Corps backing would be an\n invitation to slaughter—with the excuse that you started it.\"" ], [ "The Aga Kaga frowned. \"Your manner—\"\n\n\n \"Never mind our manners!\" Georges blurted, standing. \"We don't need any\n lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!\"", "\"Another?\" the Aga Kaga said, offering the bottle. Georges glowered as\n his glass was filled. The Aga Kaga held the glass up to the light.", "The Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "\"I've had some unhappy experiences with strangers,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n \"It is written in the sands that all strangers are kin. Still, he who\n visits rarely is a welcome guest. Be seated.\"\nIII", "forests. They've just about reached the point where they can begin to\n enjoy it. The Aga Kagans have picked this as a good time to move in.", "\"Don't worry about Georges. He's a realist, like you. He's prepared to\n deal in facts. Hard facts, in this case.\"", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "\"Also,\" Georges said distinctly, \"I think you're soft. You lie around\n letting women wait on you, while your betters are out doing an honest\n day's work.\"", "make in confidence? But what of our dear friend Georges? One would not\n like to see him disillusioned.\"", "\"Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast.\"\n\n\n \"The confounded impudence,\" Georges rasped. \"Tells us to our face what\n he has in mind!\"", "about these Aga Kagans,\" he said. \"I hear they have some nasty habits.\n I don't want to see you operated on with the same knives they use to\n skin out the goats.\"", "\"You admit you're here to grab our land, then,\" Georges said. \"That's\n the damnedest piece of bare-faced aggression—\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"Call me Stanley,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"The other routine is just to\n please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members", "\"Now,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"Let's drop the wisdom of the ages and\n get down to the issues. Not that I don't admire your repertoire of\n platitudes. How do you remember them all?\"", "Retief pulled him back. \"Sit tight and look pleased, Georges. Never\n give the opposition a hint of your true feelings. Pretend you're a goat\n lover—and hand me one of your cigars.\"", "Retief and Georges crossed the thick rugs. A cold draft blew toward\n them. The reclining man sneezed violently, wiped his nose on another\n silken scarf and held up a hand.", "\"You sound as though you'd brought off a coup,\" Georges said. \"From the\n expression on the whiskery one's face, we're in for trouble. What was\n he saying?\"", "The Aga Kaga snorted. \"I thought the goats were overdoing it a bit\n myself,\" he said. \"Still, the graybeards insisted. And I need their\n support.\"" ], [ "The Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "\"Yes, perfectly so,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"None would dare to intrude in\n my council.\" He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. \"You have a proposal to", "Retief pulled him back. \"Sit tight and look pleased, Georges. Never\n give the opposition a hint of your true feelings. Pretend you're a goat\n lover—and hand me one of your cigars.\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "\"Hah! The goats of the Aga Kaga graze on the lands of the Aga Kaga.\"\n The leader edged his horse close, eyed Retief fiercely. \"We welcome no\n intruders on our lands.\"", "The horsemen glowered, then, at a word from the leader, took positions\n around the car. Georges started the vehicle forward, following the\n leading rider. Retief leaned back and let out a long sigh.", "\"There is a little something further,\" said Retief, sitting solidly in\n his chair. \"What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?\"", "\"Excellency,\" Retief said, \"I have the honor to present M. Georges\n Duror, Chef d'Regime of the Planetary government.\"", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "\"The Boyars needed some co-operation sixty years ago,\" Retief said.\n \"They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat", "\"Did you see that?\" Georges yelled. \"They've trained the son of a—\"\n\n\n \"Chin up, Georges,\" Retief said. \"We'll take up the goat problem along\n with the rest.\"", "Retief puffed at his cigar, eyeing the Aga Kagan cheerfully. The youth\n in the rear moved forward, teeth bared.", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "\"It seems nobody's told the Aga Kagans about fiscal years,\" Retief\n said. \"They're going right ahead with their program of land-grabbing on", "Retief and Georges crossed the thick rugs. A cold draft blew toward\n them. The reclining man sneezed violently, wiped his nose on another\n silken scarf and held up a hand.", "\"That,\" said Retief, \"should lend just the right note of solidarity to\n our little delegation.\" He hitched his chair closer. \"Now, depending on\n what we run into, here's how we'll play it....\"\nII", "\"That's what I'm afraid of,\" Retief said. \"They're not going to sit\n still and watch it happen. If I don't take back concrete evidence of", "\"To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear\n foolish,\" Retief said. \"These are the lands of the Boyars. But enough\n of these pleasantries. We seek audience with your ruler.\"", "The Aga Kaga frowned. \"Your manner—\"\n\n\n \"Never mind our manners!\" Georges blurted, standing. \"We don't need any\n lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!\"", "\"Just a routine exchange of bluffs,\" Retief said. \"Now when we get\n there, remember to make your flattery sound like insults and your\n insults sound like flattery, and you'll be all right.\"" ], [ "\"Fifty years ago this was bare rock,\" he said. \"We've bred special\n strains of bacteria here to break down the formations into soil, and we", "\"The Boyars have spent sixty years terraforming Flamme,\" Retief said.\n \"They've cleared jungle, descummed the seas, irrigated deserts, set out", "settlement of certain differences between yourself and the planetary\n authorities. I have here a Note, which I'm conveying on behalf of the\n Sector Under-Secretary. With your permission, I'll read it.\"", "\"You're basing your plan of action on the certainty that the Corps will\n sit by, wringing its hands, while you embark on a career of planetary\n piracy.\"", "\"And by the time we've got a crop growing out of what was bare rock,\n you'll be ready to move in,\" the Boyar Chef d'Regime snapped. \"But", "\"You've done great things here in sixty years, Georges,\" said Retief.\n \"Not that natural geological processes wouldn't have produced the same\n results, given a couple of hundred million years.\"", "\"So we sit tight and watch 'em take our world away from us. That's what\n I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered\n these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world.\"", "The air car followed the escort down a long slope to a dry river bed\n and across it, through a barren stretch of shifting sand to a green\n oasis set with canopies.", "forests. They've just about reached the point where they can begin to\n enjoy it. The Aga Kagans have picked this as a good time to move in.", "\"Planetary government?\" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. \"My\n men have observed a few squatters along the shore. If they're in\n distress, I'll see about a distribution of goat-meat.\"", "\"Sure. We start with legumes and follow up with cereals. Wait until you\n see this next section. It's an old flood plain, came into production\n thirty years ago. One of our finest—\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"We have come to bear tidings from the Corps Diplomatique\n Terrestrienne,\" Retief said solemnly. A perfumed slave girl offered\n grapes.", "\"Imperialism! Why, you Aga Kagans have been the most notorious\n planet-grabbers in Sector history, you—you—\"", "\"String them along?\" Magnan suggested.\n\n\n \"An unfortunate choice of phrase,\" the Under-Secretary said. \"However,\n it embodies certain realities of Galactic politics. The Corps must\n concern itself with matters of broad policy.\"", "Eight miles into the rolling granite hills west of the capital, a\n black-painted official air-car flying the twin flags of Chief of State", "\"Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast.\"\n\n\n \"The confounded impudence,\" Georges rasped. \"Tells us to our face what\n he has in mind!\"", "followed up with a program of broad-spectrum fertilization. We planned\n to put the whole area into crops by next year. Now it looks like the\n goats will get it.\"", "The air-car topped a rise. The Chef dropped his cigar and half rose,\n with a hoarse yell. A herd of scraggly goats tossed their heads among a", "\"The 'goat-skin' tents are a high-polymer plastic, made in the same\n factory that turns out those long flowing bullet-proof robes you" ], [ "\"Never give in to the fool, lest he say, 'He fears me,'\" Retief said.", "Retief pulled him back. \"Sit tight and look pleased, Georges. Never\n give the opposition a hint of your true feelings. Pretend you're a goat\n lover—and hand me one of your cigars.\"", "\"Just a routine exchange of bluffs,\" Retief said. \"Now when we get\n there, remember to make your flattery sound like insults and your\n insults sound like flattery, and you'll be all right.\"", "\"Diplomats and other liars require good memories,\" said Retief. \"But\n as you point out, small wisdom to small minds. I'm here to effect a", "\"You mock me, pale one. I warn you—\"\n\n\n \"Only love makes me weep,\" Retief said. \"I laugh at hatred.\"\n\n\n \"Get out of the car!\"", "The leader whirled on the youth and snarled an order. He lowered the\n rifle, muttering. Blackbeard turned back to Retief.", "\"To praise a man for what he does not possess is to make him appear\n foolish,\" Retief said. \"These are the lands of the Boyars. But enough\n of these pleasantries. We seek audience with your ruler.\"", "\"That's what I'm afraid of,\" Retief said. \"They're not going to sit\n still and watch it happen. If I don't take back concrete evidence of", "\"It is the punishment of the envious to grieve at anothers' plenty,\"\n Retief said. \"No goat-meat will be required.\"", "\"Retief, on your say-so, I've kept my boys on a short leash. They've\n put up with plenty. Last week, while you were away, these barbarians", "\"Confounded hot-heads,\" he muttered. \"Very well, Retief. I'll go along\n to the extent of a Note; but positively no further.\"", "\"Your Excellency has a lucid way of putting things,\" Retief said.", "\"Don't worry. I'll keep the peace, if I have to start a war to do it.\"\nOn the broad verandah at Government House, Retief settled himself", "\"Have no fear,\" Retief said, smiling graciously. \"He who comes as a\n guest enjoys perfect safety.\"", "\"I'd be against that myself. Still, the mail must go through.\"\n\n\n \"Strong-arm lads, eh? What have you got in mind, Retief?\"", "A smooth-faced member of the threesome barked an oath and leveled his\n rifle at Retief.", "\"The hen has feathers, but it does not fly,\" Retief said. \"We have\n asked for escort. A slave must be beaten with a stick; for a free man,\n a hint is enough.\"", "\"We have no such intentions, Excellency,\" Retief said. \"Is it not\n written, 'Have no faith in the Prince whose minister cheats you'?\"", "\"When God would destroy an ant, he gives him wings,\" Retief said.\n \"Distress in misfortune is another misfortune.\"\n\n\n The bearded man's face grew purple.", "understand the necessity for your ... ah ... absenting yourself from\n your post of duty, Mr. Retief. Surely this matter could have been dealt\n with in the usual way—assuming any action is necessary.\"" ], [ "\"Isn't it the custom?\" the Aga Kaga smiled complacently.\n\n\n \"I have news for you, Stanley. In this instance, neck-wringing seems\n more in order than hand-wringing.\"", "\"There is a little something further,\" said Retief, sitting solidly in\n his chair. \"What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?\"", "\"Call me Stanley,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"The other routine is just to\n please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members", "\"Yes, perfectly so,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"None would dare to intrude in\n my council.\" He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. \"You have a proposal to", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"The Under-Secretary for Sector Affairs presents his compliments to his\n Excellency, the Aga Kaga of the Aga Kaga, Primary Potentate, Hereditary\n Sheik, Emir of the—\"", "The Aga Kaga frowned. \"Your manner—\"\n\n\n \"Never mind our manners!\" Georges blurted, standing. \"We don't need any\n lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!\"", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "The Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "\"I cannot restrain my men in the face of your insults,\" the bearded Aga\n Kagan roared. \"These hens of mine have feathers—and talons as well!\"", "Blackbeard cleared his throat. \"Down on your faces in the presence of\n the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West.\"", "\"A Note? I was thinking of something more like a squadron of Corps\n Peace Enforcers running through a few routine maneuvers off Flamme.\"", "settlement of certain differences between yourself and the planetary\n authorities. I have here a Note, which I'm conveying on behalf of the\n Sector Under-Secretary. With your permission, I'll read it.\"", "\"Confounded hot-heads,\" he muttered. \"Very well, Retief. I'll go along\n to the extent of a Note; but positively no further.\"", "actually agreed to a Note. I, of course, will have to draft it.\" Magnan\n pulled at his lower lip thoughtfully. \"Now, I wonder, should I view", "\"Now,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"Let's drop the wisdom of the ages and\n get down to the issues. Not that I don't admire your repertoire of\n platitudes. How do you remember them all?\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges\n settled themselves comfortably. The Aga Kaga eyed them in silence.", "\"It is written, if you need anything from a dog, call him 'sir',\"\n Retief said. \"I must decline to impute canine ancestry to a guest. Now\n you may conduct us to your headquarters.\"", "\"Another?\" the Aga Kaga said, offering the bottle. Georges glowered as\n his glass was filled. The Aga Kaga held the glass up to the light." ], [ "\"Imperialism! Why, you Aga Kagans have been the most notorious\n planet-grabbers in Sector history, you—you—\"", "\"Ah, ah!\" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. \"Watch your vocabulary, my\n dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial", "\"Yes, perfectly so,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"None would dare to intrude in\n my council.\" He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. \"You have a proposal to", "\"Come to the point,\" the Aga Kaga cut in. \"You're here to lodge a\n complaint that I'm invading territories to which someone else lays", "\"I've had some unhappy experiences with strangers,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n \"It is written in the sands that all strangers are kin. Still, he who\n visits rarely is a welcome guest. Be seated.\"\nIII", "forests. They've just about reached the point where they can begin to\n enjoy it. The Aga Kagans have picked this as a good time to move in.", "\"Planetary government?\" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. \"My\n men have observed a few squatters along the shore. If they're in\n distress, I'll see about a distribution of goat-meat.\"", "The Aga Kaga frowned. \"Your manner—\"\n\n\n \"Never mind our manners!\" Georges blurted, standing. \"We don't need any\n lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!\"", "THE DESERT AND THE STARS\nBY KEITH LAUMER\nThe Aga Kaga wanted peace—a\n\n piece of everything in sight!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Blackbeard cleared his throat. \"Down on your faces in the presence of\n the Exalted One, the Aga Kaga, ruler of East and West.\"", "\"Call me Stanley,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"The other routine is just to\n please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members", "\"Now,\" the Aga Kaga said. \"Let's drop the wisdom of the ages and\n get down to the issues. Not that I don't admire your repertoire of\n platitudes. How do you remember them all?\"", "\"So we sit tight and watch 'em take our world away from us. That's what\n I get for playing along with you, Retief. We should have clobbered\n these monkeys as soon as they set foot on our world.\"", "The Aga Kaga looked startled. \"Soft? I can tie a knot in an iron bar\n as big as your thumb.\" He popped a grape into his mouth. \"As for the", "The bearded leader laughed shortly. \"Does the condemned man beg for the\n axe?\" he enquired rhetorically. \"You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then.", "\"That would have been a mistake,\" said Retief. \"The Aga Kagans are\n tough customers. They're active on half a dozen worlds at the moment.", "\"I cannot restrain my men in the face of your insults,\" the bearded Aga\n Kagan roared. \"These hens of mine have feathers—and talons as well!\"", "\"I shall know when to stop,\" the Aga Kaga said.\n\n\n \"Tell me, Stanley,\" Retief said, rising. \"Are we quite private here?\"", "The Aga Kaga guffawed. \"For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have\n another drink.\" He poured, eyeing Georges. \"What of M. Duror? How does", "\"It seems nobody's told the Aga Kagans about fiscal years,\" Retief\n said. \"They're going right ahead with their program of land-grabbing on" ] ]

[ "What do Dan's interactions with both Kelly and Blote signify about his overall motive throughout the article?", "What choice best describes Dan's feelings toward operating the carrier throughout the article?", "What feeling does Dan's accidental encounter with the young girl evoke for the readers?", "What would have happened if Dan had never encountered Blote?", "What does Blote's reaction to Dan's mentioning of a time machine demonstrate about where Manny and Fiorello came from?", "What would best describe how Dan's experiences, such as fighting the thieves and meeting Dzhackoon, changed his overall attitude that he had in the beginning of the article?", "Why would Dan have wanted Fiorello to accompany him on the carrier?", "Why was Dan determined to wait so long for the thieves?", "What is the author's purpose in providing such detailed descriptions of Blote and Dzhackoon?" ]

[ [ "Dan realized that Kelly and Blote were deceiving him, so he decided to turn against them by disappearing with the carrier.", "Dan did not want to work with Kelly from the beginning, so he used the carrier to escape and eventually met Blote where he convinced Dan to work for him instead.", "Dan had no intention on working with Kelly and Blote because he only wanted to get ahold of the carrier to use for himself.", "Dan originally wanted to work to help both Kelly and Blote, but he eventually decided to pursue his own interests with using the carrier." ], [ "He was originally confused on how to operate the carrier and still remained unfamiliar with how it worked throughout the article.", "Dan was intrigued by the carrier when he first operated it but gradually began to dislike it the more he used the carrier.", "Dan was originally confused by the machine but became increasingly frustrated with it throughout the rest of the article.", "Dan was nervous to operate the carrier when he first used it, but eventually became confident in controlling it." ], [ "A feeling of suspense because the girl could notice Dan at any moment.", "A feeling of success because the encounter proves that Dan successfully time-travelled.", "A feeling of horror knowing that Dan could be arrested from his previous escape.", "A feeling of unhappiness because Dan's mission to time-travel had failed." ], [ "He would not have had to worry about finding a way to abandon Blote from the carrier.", "He would have learned about time machines from another person.", "He would never have learned how to operate the carrier and would have needed to seek help from someone else.", "He would have been caught and arrested by Kelly along with Manny and Fiorello." ], [ "Manny and Fiorello were also from planet Earth, hence Blote's confusion about time-travelling.", "Manny and Fiorello were from the future, but Blote did not want Dan to find out.", "Manny and Fiorello were from another dimension, which was denoted by Blote's unfamiliarity with time-travel. ", "Manny and Fiorello were from another planet, given by Blote's confusion about time-travelling." ], [ "His experiences made him more cunning in accomplishing his ultimate motive.", "His experiences made him no longer act collected about his original plan and underlying motive.", "His experiences helped make him more confident in his plans.", "His experiences made him reflect on how he should have revised his original plan and motive." ], [ "Dan would have been able accomplish his goal of meeting Blote faster.", "Fiorello would have taught Dan how to time-travel.", "Dan purposely wanted to leave Manny behind.", "It would have prevented the trouble Dan had with controlling the carrier." ], [ "He wanted to steal the carrier so the thieves could not leave.", "He planned to help Kelly successfully arrest the thieves.", "He wanted to help prevent important paintings from being stolen out of the vault.", "It was his plan to have the chance to time-travel." ], [ "To better familiarize the audience with the setting of the places Dan visited.", "To explain why Dan was so intrigued by these characters.", "To show that people in the future do not look as human as a character like Dan.", "To show that these characters are unlike the human ones on Earth." ] ]

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[ [ "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "\"I'll work cheap,\" Dan called after him as Kelly took his arm. \"I'm an\n art lover.\"", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "\"That won't be necessary, Dan,\" Blote said. \"I'll accompany you.\" He\n took the directory, studied it.", "\"Ah-hah!\" Kelly's voice blared from somewhere. \"I knew it! Slane, you\n crook!\"\nDan looked about wildly. The voice seemed to be issuing from a speaker.\n It appeared Kelly hedged his bets.", "\"Never mind that,\" Kelly said, escorting Dan along the corridor. He\n turned in at an office and closed the door.", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "\"Kelly here tells me you've been demanding to see me.\" He nodded toward\n the florid man at his side. He had a high, thin voice, like something\n that needed oiling. \"Something about important information regarding\n safeguarding my paintings.\"", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "me, Dan,\" Blote demanded. \"Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you\n said.\"", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky.\n Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan\n looked around, spotted lettering on a square five-story structure.", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "that everyone has. Now—\" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—\"I'll\n make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good\n condition for me. And in return—\"", "at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a\n magazine. It was a cheerful scene; Dan liked it. Still, it hardly\n seemed worth all the effort....", "\"I'd better look in the phone book,\" Dan suggested.\n\n\n Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it.", "deal rather harshly with any attempt on your part to take a powder.\"\n The Vegan flexed all eighteen fingers, drummed his tentacles under the\n desk, and rolled one eye, bugging the other at Dan.", "\"You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan,\" Blote said. \"You\n shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel,", "\"Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!\" Dan called. He turned back to\n Fiorello. \"Listen, I figured out—\"", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered" ], [ "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky.\n Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan\n looked around, spotted lettering on a square five-story structure.", "Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the\n clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no\n telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide\n the carrier, then—", "at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a\n magazine. It was a cheerful scene; Dan liked it. Still, it hardly\n seemed worth all the effort....", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered", "\"Better let me take over now,\" Dan suggested. \"I want to be sure to\n get us to the right place.\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Dan.\"", "sound, he would have to get back into the carrier and transfer it to a\n secluded spot where he could study it at leisure. He stepped back in,\n reached for the controls—", "Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise\n was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians", "\"That reminds me,\" Dan said. \"I have to be running along now.\" He\n sidled toward the door.", "\"I hope,\" the voice said, \"that you ain't harboring no reactionary\n racial prejudices.\"\n\"Gosh, no,\" Dan reassured the eye. \"I'm crazy about—uh—\"", "controls....\nDan took a deep breath and tried another lever. The cage rose gently,\n in eerie silence. It reached the ceiling and kept going. Dan gritted", "a few moments of peace and quiet in which to figure out the controls.\n He moved a lever. The cage drifted smoothly sideways, sliced through\n the wall with a flurry of vivid blue light. Dan pushed the lever", "A low growling was coming from somewhere, rising in pitch and volume.\n Dan sat up, alarmed. This was no time for a malfunction.", "The noise seemed to lessen, descending the scale. Dan slowed, brought\n the carrier in to the corner of a wide park. He dropped the last few\n inches and cut the switch.", "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "The sound rose higher, into a penetrating wail. There was no sign of\n mechanical trouble. The carrier glided on, swooping now over a nebulous", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "The cage descended steadily. Dan peered out, searching for identifying\n landmarks. He leveled off at the second floor, cruised along a barely", "The glow died.\n\n\n Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth\n was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it\n was here—" ], [ "The door opened and the girl stepped into the room. She was young. Not\n over eighteen, Dan thought—as nearly as he could tell with the blue", "Dan tried moving a lever. The cage edged toward the girl. Another;\n he rose gently. The girl tossed the shirt onto a chair and undid the", "A girl's head and shoulders appeared, coming up a spiral staircase. In\n another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "\"I hope,\" the voice said, \"that you ain't harboring no reactionary\n racial prejudices.\"\n\"Gosh, no,\" Dan reassured the eye. \"I'm crazy about—uh—\"", "With a sudden lurch that threw Dan against the steel bars, the\n cage shot through the wall into the open air and hurtled off with", "at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a\n magazine. It was a cheerful scene; Dan liked it. Still, it hardly\n seemed worth all the effort....", "racquet in her left hand and an apple in her right. Her back to Dan and\n the cage, she tossed the racquet on a table, took a bite of the apple,\n and began briskly unbuttoning her shirt.", "on, rising higher. In the distance, Dan saw the skyline of a town,\n approaching with frightful speed. A tall office building reared up\n fifteen stories high. He was headed dead for it—", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered", "Dan gaped at the small rounded head, the dark-skinned long-nosed face,\n the long, muscular arms, the hands, their backs tufted with curly", "With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at\n a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through", "waddled to a luminous refrigerator, caught sight of Dan rising slowly\n from the floor, stumbled back, mouth open. The cage rose, penetrated a\n second ceiling. Dan looked around at a carpeted hall.", "\"Who're you?\" a bass voice demanded from somewhere near the floor.\n\n\n \"I'm ... I'm ... Dan Slane ... your honor.\"", "sunken tub. Dan held his breath. The girl tossed the apple core aside,\n seemed to suddenly become aware of eyes on her, whirled—", "The glow died.\n\n\n Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth\n was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it\n was here—", "Dan gaped at a head the size of a beachball, mounted on a torso like a\n hundred-gallon bag of water. Two large brown eyes blinked at him from", "The door opened. Even blue, the girl looked graceful as a deer as she\n took a last bite of the apple and stepped into the ten-foot-square", "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "\"That siren,\" Dan said. \"Was that you?\"\n\n\n Dzhackoon nodded. \"For a moment, it appeared you were disinclined to\n stop. I'm glad you decided to be reasonable.\"" ], [ "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "\"That won't be necessary, Dan,\" Blote said. \"I'll accompany you.\" He\n took the directory, studied it.", "Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the\n clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no\n telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide\n the carrier, then—", "that everyone has. Now—\" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—\"I'll\n make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good\n condition for me. And in return—\"", "\"You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan,\" Blote said. \"You\n shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel,", "\"I'd better look in the phone book,\" Dan suggested.\n\n\n Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it.", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky.\n Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan\n looked around, spotted lettering on a square five-story structure.", "me, Dan,\" Blote demanded. \"Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you\n said.\"", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "The glow died.\n\n\n Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth\n was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it\n was here—", "With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at\n a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering\n twenty feet above a clipped lawn.", "\"I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I\n went for help,\" Dan finished lamely.", "\"Help how? If you've got ideas of bilking me....\" The red eyes bored\n into Dan like hot pokers.", "such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the\n vault—day and night—waiting—he would see for himself how they\n operated." ], [ "\"But the way Manny and Fiorello came sailing in through the wall! That\nhas\nto be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just\n materialize out of thin air like that.\"", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He\n aimed it at Manny. \"You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in\n the time machine.\"", "\"You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan,\" Blote said. \"You\n shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel,", "that everyone has. Now—\" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—\"I'll\n make a deal with you, Dan. You'll secure a small time machine in good\n condition for me. And in return—\"", "Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt\n to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a", "\"Are you nuts?\" Manny demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm flattered, dear boy,\" Fiorello said, \"but—\"", "\"Never mind, Manny,\" Fiorello cut in. \"It appears there's been a leak.\"\n\n\n Dan shook his head. \"No leak. I simply deduced—\"", "\"Manny!\" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his\n companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his", "\"Perhaps you were right, Manny,\" Fiorello said. \"Complications are\n arising. We'd best depart with all deliberate haste.\" He edged toward\n the cage.", "\"That thing,\" Dan jabbed a thumb toward the cage. \"The machine I came\n here in. You want me—\"\n\n\n \"Time machine,\" the voice repeated. \"Some sort of chronometer, perhaps?\"", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered", "The beachball head leaned forward interestedly. \"Clue me, Dan. What's a\n time machine?\"", "far corner of the vault. Manny charged, reaching for Dan as he twisted\n aside; Fiorello's elbow caught him in the mouth. Manny staggered back", "\"Let's get moving. Kelly will have that lock open in a minute.\"\n\n\n \"You can't leave me here!\" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into\n the cage beside Fiorello.", "\"Look, Fiorello,\" Manny said. \"You chin if you want to; I'm doing a\n fast fade.\"\n\n\n \"Don't act hastily, Manny. You know where you'll end.\"", "\"I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand,\"\n Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. \"Let's blow,\n Fiorello.\"", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal" ], [ "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "\"That siren,\" Dan said. \"Was that you?\"\n\n\n Dzhackoon nodded. \"For a moment, it appeared you were disinclined to\n stop. I'm glad you decided to be reasonable.\"", "Dan gaped at the small rounded head, the dark-skinned long-nosed face,\n the long, muscular arms, the hands, their backs tufted with curly", "such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the\n vault—day and night—waiting—he would see for himself how they\n operated.", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "The glow died.\n\n\n Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth\n was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it\n was here—", "The balding man snatched suddenly for the gun. Dan wrestled with him.\n The pistol fell, bounced on the floor of the cage, skidded into the", "With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at\n a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through", "With a sudden lurch that threw Dan against the steel bars, the\n cage shot through the wall into the open air and hurtled off with", "at a table. He seemed to remember reading something about it in a\n magazine. It was a cheerful scene; Dan liked it. Still, it hardly\n seemed worth all the effort....", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered", "Dan gaped at a head the size of a beachball, mounted on a torso like a\n hundred-gallon bag of water. Two large brown eyes blinked at him from", "night-light over the door. When the thieves arrived, it might give him\n a momentary advantage if his eyes were adjusted to the dark. He groped\n his way to the bunk.", "Dan shook his head. He was staring at the posters. His eyes,\n accustoming themselves to the gloom of the office, could now make out", "\"I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I\n went for help,\" Dan finished lamely.", "Dan, sitting rigid on the cot. The thin man placed a lantern on the\n table, twiddled a knob. A warm light sprang up. The visitors looked at\n the stacked shelves.", "\"Wait a minute!\" Dan shouted. \"I'd like to make a deal with you\n fellows.\"", "\"That reminds me,\" Dan said. \"I have to be running along now.\" He\n sidled toward the door.", "\"Wait a minute,\" Dan said. \"Before you do anything hasty—\"\n\n\n \"Don't start nothing, Buster,\" Manny said cautiously. \"We're plenty\n tough guys when aroused.\"", "\"I hope,\" the voice said, \"that you ain't harboring no reactionary\n racial prejudices.\"\n\"Gosh, no,\" Dan reassured the eye. \"I'm crazy about—uh—\"" ], [ "\"We'll send for you,\" Dan said. \"Let's go, Fiorello.\"", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "\"Manny!\" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his\n companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his", "\"Perhaps you were right, Manny,\" Fiorello said. \"Complications are\n arising. We'd best depart with all deliberate haste.\" He edged toward\n the cage.", "\"Never mind, Manny,\" Fiorello cut in. \"It appears there's been a leak.\"\n\n\n Dan shook his head. \"No leak. I simply deduced—\"", "Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He\n aimed it at Manny. \"You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in\n the time machine.\"", "\"Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!\" Dan called. He turned back to\n Fiorello. \"Listen, I figured out—\"", "Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt\n to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a", "heels. Dan clung to the framework as Fiorello grappled with Kelly. A\n cop pushed past them, spotted Dan, moved in briskly for the pinch. Dan\n grabbed a lever at random and pulled.", "\"Let's get moving. Kelly will have that lock open in a minute.\"\n\n\n \"You can't leave me here!\" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into\n the cage beside Fiorello.", "far corner of the vault. Manny charged, reaching for Dan as he twisted\n aside; Fiorello's elbow caught him in the mouth. Manny staggered back", "a nipple and turned back to Dan. \"Now, I got a proposition which may be\n of some interest to you. The loss of Manny and Fiorello is a serious", "\"Are you nuts?\" Manny demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm flattered, dear boy,\" Fiorello said, \"but—\"", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "\"I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand,\"\n Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. \"Let's blow,\n Fiorello.\"", "\"You can't go, my dear fellow,\" Fiorello said. \"Room for two, no more.\"", "\"Look, Fiorello,\" Manny said. \"You chin if you want to; I'm doing a\n fast fade.\"\n\n\n \"Don't act hastily, Manny. You know where you'll end.\"", "\"Better let me take over now,\" Dan suggested. \"I want to be sure to\n get us to the right place.\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Dan.\"", "Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the\n clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no\n telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide\n the carrier, then—", "\"What about this ginzo?\" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. \"He's on to\n us.\"\n\n\n \"Can't be helped.\"" ], [ "such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the\n vault—day and night—waiting—he would see for himself how they\n operated.", "But he was ready. Let them come.\nEight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly", "\"Oh-oh,\" Manny said. \"A double-cross.\"\n\n\n \"I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen,\" Dan said. \"I—\"", "\"That's right,\" Dan said, staring through the haziness. \"This is where\n they do time....\" He tugged at a lever suddenly; the machine veered", "\"Wait a minute!\" Dan shouted. \"I'd like to make a deal with you\n fellows.\"", "\"Wait a minute,\" Dan said. \"Before you do anything hasty—\"\n\n\n \"Don't start nothing, Buster,\" Manny said cautiously. \"We're plenty\n tough guys when aroused.\"", "the carrier, patted the seat beside him with a wide hand. \"Come, Dan.\n Get a wiggle on.\"\nHesitantly, Dan moved to the carrier. The bluff was all right up to a", "\"I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I\n went for help,\" Dan finished lamely.", "in the park. Perhaps it was some sort of burglar alarm. But if so, why\n hadn't it gone into action earlier? Dan took a deep breath. Sound or no", "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "So far, so good, he reflected, stretching out. When they showed up,\n he'd have to handle everything just right. If he scared them off", "night-light over the door. When the thieves arrived, it might give him\n a momentary advantage if his eyes were adjusted to the dark. He groped\n his way to the bunk.", "Dan, sitting rigid on the cot. The thin man placed a lantern on the\n table, twiddled a knob. A warm light sprang up. The visitors looked at\n the stacked shelves.", "The glow died.\n\n\n Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth\n was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it\n was here—", "With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at\n a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "\"Help how? If you've got ideas of bilking me....\" The red eyes bored\n into Dan like hot pokers.", "Dan shook his head. He was staring at the posters. His eyes,\n accustoming themselves to the gloom of the office, could now make out", "\"Better let me take over now,\" Dan suggested. \"I want to be sure to\n get us to the right place.\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Dan.\"" ], [ "Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. \"I dislike pointing it out,\n Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal", "\"That siren,\" Dan said. \"Was that you?\"\n\n\n Dzhackoon nodded. \"For a moment, it appeared you were disinclined to\n stop. I'm glad you decided to be reasonable.\"", "point—but the point had just about been reached. He took his seat.\n Blote moved a lever. The familiar blue glow sprang up. \"Kindly direct", "Dan gaped at the small rounded head, the dark-skinned long-nosed face,\n the long, muscular arms, the hands, their backs tufted with curly", "the vividly drawn outline of a creature resembling an alligator-headed\n giraffe rearing up above scarlet foliage. The next poster showed a face\n similar to the beachball behind the desk, with red circles painted", "introduce myself and explain my mission here. I'm Blote, Trader Fourth\n Class, in the employ of the Vegan Confederation. My job is to develop", "\"Whereas, on the other hand,\" Blote's bass voice went on, \"you and me\n got the basis of a sweet deal. You supply the machine, and I fix you up", "Blote worked levers. The carrier shot out into a ghostly afternoon sky.\n Faint outlines of buildings, like faded negatives, spread below. Dan\n looked around, spotted lettering on a square five-story structure.", "blow, but we may yet recoup the situation. You made the scene at a most\n opportune time. What I got in mind is, with those two clowns out of the", "Dan dropped the carrier through the roof, passed down through a dimly\n seen office. Blote twiddled a small knob. The scene around the cage\n grew even fainter. \"Best we remain unnoticed,\" he explained.", "\"Ah, let me see,\" Dan temporized. \"Time machine. Time machine—\"\n\n\n \"Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan,\" Blote rumbled ominously.", "Dan gaped at a head the size of a beachball, mounted on a torso like a\n hundred-gallon bag of water. Two large brown eyes blinked at him from", "Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt\n to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a", "\"My error. This is the Anglic colonial sector, isn't it? Stupid of me.\n Permit me to introduce myself. I'm Dzhackoon, Field Agent of Class\n five, Inter-dimensional Monitor Service.\"", "The scene fluoresced, sparks crackling, then popped into sharp focus.\n Blote scrambled out, brown eyes swivelling to take in the concrete\n walls, the barred door and—", "\"A sales center?\" Blote inquired. \"Or a manufacturing complex?\"\n\n\n \"Both,\" Dan said. \"I'll just nip over and—\"", "\"Over there,\" he said. Blote directed the machine as it swooped\n smoothly toward the flat roof Dan indicated.", "\"That won't be necessary, Dan,\" Blote said. \"I'll accompany you.\" He\n took the directory, studied it.", "Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the\n clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no\n telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide\n the carrier, then—", "me, Dan,\" Blote demanded. \"Two twenty-one Maple Street, I believe you\n said.\"" ] ]

[ "How would one describe Emerald Star Hotel?", "By the end of the article, would Harper's opinion of Mrs. Jacobsen at the front desk be different?", "How did Harper's opinion on the place of robots in the workforce change by the end of the article?", "Though the robots were the main issue at the hotel, was human error still an issue in Harper's overall stay?", "How did Harper and Jake Ellis intend to have different experiences during their stay at the hotel?", "Why was Harper able to buy the hotel's robots for such a cheap price?" ]

[ [ "An uncomfortable and unrelaxing hotel meant for short stays.", "A place made for business conferences.", "A place just like a hospital.", "An upscale and high-tech retreat." ], [ "No, because he did not have the same issue with the robots that she had.", "No, because he would still believe that her complaints were unreasonable.", "Yes, because he also believes the hotel is overpriced.", "Yes, because Harper also had a frustrating experience with the robots." ], [ "He would think that it was not the robots that had problems at the hotel. Instead, it was the human management of the hotel causing the problems.", "He would believe that robots do not operate well in hotels, but they have the potential to work well in other service jobs.", "He would believe that robots do not excel in customer service, and they are better at less personable jobs.", "He would think robots should not be employed in any area of the workforce." ], [ "Yes, because Harper was continuously bothered by complaining patrons.", "No, because the robots were the ones causing all the issues and complaints.", "No, because humans were not involved in the hotel's main matters.", "Yes, because the human desk clerk had given him the wrong room." ], [ "Jake Ellis wanted to receive wellness treatments while Harper simply wanted an uninterrupted stay.", "Jake Ellis intended to make business deals while on vacation while Harper intended to relax.", "Harper had intended on meeting Jake Ellis to buy his company, while Jake Ellis did not plan to meet him.", "Only Harper was assigned the wrong room and received the wrong treatment during his stay." ], [ "Harper befriended the hotel manager and convinced him to sell the robots to him for cheap.", "The hotel could not find anyone other than Harper to sell the robots to.", "Harper had threatened to put the hotel out of business if they did not sell the robots to him.", "The hotel was failing, so the company was happy to get rid of the robots." ] ]

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[ [ "pneumatic tube directly into the lobby of the Emerald Star Hotel.", "\"Harp!\" exploded Bella. \"Stop it! Maybe Jackson doesn't know a thing\n about it, whatever it is! If it's something at the Emerald Star Hotel,", "the hotel.\" Coming around to Harper, he effusively shook Harp's scrawny\n hand, and then personally escorted him not merely to the door but\n across the lobby to the elevator.", "\"This is a helluva joint!\" roared the voice. \"Man could rot away to the\n knees while he's waitin' for accommodations. Service!\" Again his fist\n banged the counter.", "\"This—this way, sir.\" With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across\n the width of the lobby among the fascinated guests. He was beyond", "the hotel is staffed entirely with robots. They're much more expensive,\n really, than human employees, but so much more efficient, you know.", "Raising the magazine, he began reading the advertisement. And that\n was when he saw the line about the robots. \"—the only hotel staffed\n entirely with robot servants—\"", "skyscraper with a glass-domed roof. Between its star-shaped annexes,\n other domes covered landscaped gardens and noxious pools which in the\n drawing looked lovely and enticing.", "structure of bottle-green glass resting jewel-like on the rufous rock\n of Mars. The main portion of the building consisted of a circular", "Wonderful silent machines! For a woman was arguing stridently with the\n desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a\n robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the", "ever discovered anywhere? Don't you know that a syndicate has built\n the largest extra-terrestial hotel of the solar system there and that", "He was a blot on its rich beauty, a grotesque enigma that rooted the\n other visitors into paralyzed staring groups. Stepping out of the", "\"This is room 618,\" he said authoritatively. \"Send up the elevator for\n me. I want to go down to the lobby.\"", "floats you along the time-track in a pleasant daze, they tell me. And\n you can finish the cure at the hotel while looking it over. And not", "Harp nodded. An idea began to formulate. \"Leave your things, will you?\n I'm desperate! I'm going to see the manager of this madhouse if I have\n to go down dressed in a sheet. Your clothes would be better than that.\"", "\"No you don't!\" yelled Harper. \"I want to see the manager!\" Nimbly he\n circled the guard and leaped behind the desk. He began to throw things", "Dejectedly Ellis returned to his own room. Again he lifted the receiver\n of the room phone; but as usual a robot voice answered sweetly,\n mechanically, and meaninglessly. He hung up and went miserably to bed.", "No one within the confines of the huge lobby could have helped hearing.\n The clerk flinched visibly. \"Now, Mrs. Jacobsen,\" he soothed. \"You know", "silent and efficient robot.\nThe room was more than comfortable. It was beautiful. Its bank of clear\n windows set in the green glass wall framed startling rubicund views of", "\"Here you are, Mr. Breen. I'm sure you'll find it comfortable.\" With a\n pallid smile he pressed a button and consigned Harper to the care of a" ], [ "he drifted off, he thought of Mrs. Jacobsen. Maybe she had something,\n at that.\nThere was a tentative knock on the door. \"Come in,\" called Harper", "The clerk jumped. He dropped Harper's card and had to stoop for it.\n Absently holding it, he straightened up to face Mrs. Jacobsen and the\n irate newcomer. Hastily he pushed a tagged key at Harper.", "The clerk sputtered. Mrs. Jacobsen sputtered. But not for nothing was\n Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's", "No one within the confines of the huge lobby could have helped hearing.\n The clerk flinched visibly. \"Now, Mrs. Jacobsen,\" he soothed. \"You know", "Harper snorted. \"Wants someone she can devil,\" he diagnosed. \"Someone\n she can get a kick out of ordering around.\" With vast contempt he\n stepped to the desk beside her and peremptorily rapped for the clerk.", "Brushing aside the startled secretary in the outer cubicle, Harper\n flapped and shuffled straight into the inner sanctum. The manager, who", "Wonderful silent machines! For a woman was arguing stridently with the\n desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a\n robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the", "the hotel.\" Coming around to Harper, he effusively shook Harp's scrawny\n hand, and then personally escorted him not merely to the door but\n across the lobby to the elevator.", "\"That's just it!\" Mrs. Jacobsen glared. \"The service is\ntoo\ngood.", "\"No you don't!\" yelled Harper. \"I want to see the manager!\" Nimbly he\n circled the guard and leaped behind the desk. He began to throw things", "\"This—this way, sir.\" With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across\n the width of the lobby among the fascinated guests. He was beyond", "twelves. But Harper was a determined man. He didn't even flinch from\n his image in the mirror. Firmly he stepped over to Jake's telephone.", "Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room\n he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for\n his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's\n clothing.", "speech. Opening the inconspicuous door, he waved Harper inside and\n returned doggedly to his desk, where he began to pick up things and at\n the same time phrase his resignation in his mind.", "Harper was enthralled. He'd staff his offices with them. Hang the\n expense! There'd be no more of that obnoxious personal friction and", "\"That's better!\" Harper straightened up and meticulously smoothed the\n collar of his flapping coat. \"Now—the manager, please.\"", "Harper tried to let go of everything. He gave in to the chair. And\n gently the chair went to work. It rocked rhythmically, it vibrated\n tenderly. With velvety cushions it massaged his back and arms and legs.", "informed Harp. \"They haven't been near me. I just can't understand it.\n After I signed up for the works and paid 'em in advance! And I can't", "But she had turned her glare on Harper. \"You could at least be civil\n enough to wait your turn!\"", "Listening, an amazing calm settled on Harper. Thoughtfully now he\n hooked a chair to the desk with his stockinged foot, sat down and" ], [ "Harper opened his eyes. Two robots were bending over him. He saw that\n they were dressed in white, like hospital attendants. But he had no", "Harper looked at his watch. \"Time to go. Relax, old man. The robots\n will be along any minute now. If you're the only man in the room, I'm", "Meticulously Harper clipped and lit his cigar. \"It seems to me that\n these robots might be useful in quite another capacity. I might even", "The robots ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "Wonderful silent machines! For a woman was arguing stridently with the\n desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a\n robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the", "Harper sat up as if he'd been needled. He opened his mouth to speak.\n But just then the door opened briskly and two robots entered. With a", "Harper smirked. \"Yep, I turned a neat little deal. I bought out\n Hagerty's Enzymes and staffed the plant with the hotel's robots. Got", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "after all. \"All right! Yes, sir! But aren't you going to use some of\n those robots for office help? Aren't they efficient and all that?\"", "There was something nagging at Harper's mind. Something he should do.\n Something that concerned robots. But he was too exhausted to think it\n out.", "could use some robots. It sure ain't no job for a real live man. And in\n fact, there ain't many men left there. If old man Hagerty only knew it,", "Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room\n he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for\n his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's\n clothing.", "Raising the magazine, he began reading the advertisement. And that\n was when he saw the line about the robots. \"—the only hotel staffed\n entirely with robot servants—\"", "We—\" he grimaced disgustedly—\"had to pioneer in the use of robots.\n And it cost us so much that we can't afford to reconvert to human help.", "Harper smirked. \"My good woman, I'm not a robot. Robots, of course,\n are always civil. But you should know by now that civility isn't a", "\"Stop a robot?\" Harper glared pityingly. \"How? You can't reason with\n the blasted things. And as for using force—it's man against metal. You", "Again he sighed. \"The trouble,\" he explained, \"is that those fool\n robots are completely logical, and people aren't. There's no way to mix", "the two. It's dynamite. Maybe people can gradually learn to live with\n robots, but they haven't yet. Only we had to find it out the hard way.", "With hope burgeoning for the first time in weeks, Hayes lifted his\n head. \"My dear Mr. Breen, to get rid of these pestiferous robots, I'll", "try it!\" He ground his teeth together in futile rage. \"And to think I\n had the insane notion that robots were the last word! Why, I was ready\n to staff my offices with the things!\"" ], [ "Wonderful silent machines! For a woman was arguing stridently with the\n desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a\n robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the", "Harper sat up as if he'd been needled. He opened his mouth to speak.\n But just then the door opened briskly and two robots entered. With a", "Harper looked at his watch. \"Time to go. Relax, old man. The robots\n will be along any minute now. If you're the only man in the room, I'm", "Raising the magazine, he began reading the advertisement. And that\n was when he saw the line about the robots. \"—the only hotel staffed\n entirely with robot servants—\"", "There was something nagging at Harper's mind. Something he should do.\n Something that concerned robots. But he was too exhausted to think it\n out.", "The robots ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "Harper opened his eyes. Two robots were bending over him. He saw that\n they were dressed in white, like hospital attendants. But he had no", "the hotel.\" Coming around to Harper, he effusively shook Harp's scrawny\n hand, and then personally escorted him not merely to the door but\n across the lobby to the elevator.", "the hotel is staffed entirely with robots. They're much more expensive,\n really, than human employees, but so much more efficient, you know.", "Harper smirked. \"Yep, I turned a neat little deal. I bought out\n Hagerty's Enzymes and staffed the plant with the hotel's robots. Got", "Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge\n suave lobby.", "Dejectedly Ellis returned to his own room. Again he lifted the receiver\n of the room phone; but as usual a robot voice answered sweetly,\n mechanically, and meaninglessly. He hung up and went miserably to bed.", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room\n he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for\n his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's\n clothing.", "The robots not only ignored Harper. They paid no attention at all to\n Jake Ellis, who was plucking at their metallic arms pleading, \"Take", "Again he sighed. \"The trouble,\" he explained, \"is that those fool\n robots are completely logical, and people aren't. There's no way to mix", "\"This—this way, sir.\" With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across\n the width of the lobby among the fascinated guests. He was beyond", "proneness to error that was always deviling the most carefully trained\n office staffs! He'd investigate and find out the exact potentialities\n of these robots while here, and then go home and introduce them into", "For five days now his pet robots had put him through an ordeal that\n made him flinch every time he thought about it. Which wasn't often,", "Leaving his luggage to be unpacked by the robot attendant, he went up\n to the domed roof restaurant. Lunching boldly on broiled halibut with" ], [ "the hotel.\" Coming around to Harper, he effusively shook Harp's scrawny\n hand, and then personally escorted him not merely to the door but\n across the lobby to the elevator.", "Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room\n he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for\n his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's\n clothing.", "The robots not only ignored Harper. They paid no attention at all to\n Jake Ellis, who was plucking at their metallic arms pleading, \"Take", "he drifted off, he thought of Mrs. Jacobsen. Maybe she had something,\n at that.\nThere was a tentative knock on the door. \"Come in,\" called Harper", "He hadn't been awake long this time before Jake Ellis was there again,\n still moaning about his lack of treatments. \"Nothin' yet,\" he gloomily", "twelves. But Harper was a determined man. He didn't even flinch from\n his image in the mirror. Firmly he stepped over to Jake's telephone.", "Harp nodded. An idea began to formulate. \"Leave your things, will you?\n I'm desperate! I'm going to see the manager of this madhouse if I have\n to go down dressed in a sheet. Your clothes would be better than that.\"", "\"Say, maybe you're right!\" Jake's eyes gleamed at last with hope. \"I'll\n get my clothes.\"\n\n\n Harp's eyebrows rose. \"You mean they left you your clothes?\"", "\"This—this way, sir.\" With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across\n the width of the lobby among the fascinated guests. He was beyond", "The clerk jumped. He dropped Harper's card and had to stoop for it.\n Absently holding it, he straightened up to face Mrs. Jacobsen and the\n irate newcomer. Hastily he pushed a tagged key at Harper.", "Jake, looking over Harper's skimpy frame, grunted doubtfully. \"Maybe\n you could tie 'em on so they wouldn't slip. And roll up the cuffs. It's", "and I'm getting your treatments. Why don't we switch rooms and see what\n happens?\"", "\"Harp!\" exploded Bella. \"Stop it! Maybe Jackson doesn't know a thing\n about it, whatever it is! If it's something at the Emerald Star Hotel,", "Harper snorted. \"Wants someone she can devil,\" he diagnosed. \"Someone\n she can get a kick out of ordering around.\" With vast contempt he\n stepped to the desk beside her and peremptorily rapped for the clerk.", "\"You've got the wrong room!\" yelled Harp. \"Let me go!\" But the hypo\n began to take effect. His yells became weaker and drowsier. Hazily, as", "Harper's smile vanished. \"Don't even mention such a thing!\" he yelped.\n \"You don't know what you're saying! I lived with those things for", "\"You're right, Bella,\" agreed Harper incisively. \"I'll go and find out\n for myself. Immediately!\" Scooping up his hat, he left at his usual\n lope.", "\"No you don't!\" yelled Harper. \"I want to see the manager!\" Nimbly he\n circled the guard and leaped behind the desk. He began to throw things", "Harper tried to let go of everything. He gave in to the chair. And\n gently the chair went to work. It rocked rhythmically, it vibrated\n tenderly. With velvety cushions it massaged his back and arms and legs.", "Dejectedly Ellis returned to his own room. Again he lifted the receiver\n of the room phone; but as usual a robot voice answered sweetly,\n mechanically, and meaninglessly. He hung up and went miserably to bed." ], [ "Harper smirked. \"Yep, I turned a neat little deal. I bought out\n Hagerty's Enzymes and staffed the plant with the hotel's robots. Got", "The robots ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and\n ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither", "Harper opened his eyes. Two robots were bending over him. He saw that\n they were dressed in white, like hospital attendants. But he had no", "Harper sat up as if he'd been needled. He opened his mouth to speak.\n But just then the door opened briskly and two robots entered. With a", "Harper looked at his watch. \"Time to go. Relax, old man. The robots\n will be along any minute now. If you're the only man in the room, I'm", "Raising the magazine, he began reading the advertisement. And that\n was when he saw the line about the robots. \"—the only hotel staffed\n entirely with robot servants—\"", "the hotel is staffed entirely with robots. They're much more expensive,\n really, than human employees, but so much more efficient, you know.", "the hotel.\" Coming around to Harper, he effusively shook Harp's scrawny\n hand, and then personally escorted him not merely to the door but\n across the lobby to the elevator.", "There was something nagging at Harper's mind. Something he should do.\n Something that concerned robots. But he was too exhausted to think it\n out.", "Wonderful silent machines! For a woman was arguing stridently with the\n desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a\n robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the", "Harper scowled. \"Oh, haven't I?\" he grated. \"Robots! Do you know what", "Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge\n suave lobby.", "Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room\n he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for\n his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's\n clothing.", "The robots not only ignored Harper. They paid no attention at all to\n Jake Ellis, who was plucking at their metallic arms pleading, \"Take", "Meticulously Harper clipped and lit his cigar. \"It seems to me that\n these robots might be useful in quite another capacity. I might even", "With one last appalled glare at the madman, the clerk picked up an\n electric finger and pointed it at the approaching robots. They became\n oddly inanimate.", "With a gasp of relief he saw the two massive manlike machines moving\n inexorably forward. He pointed to Harper. \"Get that patient!\" he\n ordered. \"Take him to the—to the mud-baths!\"", "We—\" he grimaced disgustedly—\"had to pioneer in the use of robots.\n And it cost us so much that we can't afford to reconvert to human help.", "\"This—this way, sir.\" With shrinking steps the clerk led Harper across\n the width of the lobby among the fascinated guests. He was beyond", "Harper smirked. \"My good woman, I'm not a robot. Robots, of course,\n are always civil. But you should know by now that civility isn't a" ] ]

[ "Why was Pop's posture so poor?", "Who is The Pooch?", "How was the Cuchulainn able to make the journey to Eros?", "Why did the family most likely move to Eros in the first place?", "How did Mom feel about moving to Eros?", "What was the root of the Cuchulainn's landing issue?", "What is Pop's ultimate vision for Eros?", "What was Dick's main concern about moving their camp to the river?", "Why was Dick's voice \"metallic\" after the crash-landing?" ]

[ [ "It only appeared so compared to the S.S.P. man.", "He was carrying a large item.", "Because of his work doing scientific research.", "He had been standing in line all day." ], [ "The family dog.", "Dick and Eleanor's child.", "Grampaw Moseley's alter-ego.", "Mom and Pop's youngest child." ], [ "It was insured by the Solar Space Patrol.", "Dick fixed it, so it was fully operational.", "It was a brand-new ship. ", "It had protection from the General Spacecraft Cradles." ], [ "To give Eleanor and Dick's new baby a better life.", "Because of Pop's frontiersman spirit.", "They wanted to turn over a new leaf.", "Dick wanted to prove his technical ability." ], [ "She wanted to stay in Great New York.", "She was excited and supportive of her husband's dream.", "She would do whatever Rob wanted to do.", "She felt nervous apprehension." ], [ "Rob's calculated coordinates were incorrect.", "Dick had failed to fix essential broken parts on the ship.", "Dick and Rob had anticipated landing during daylight hours, not at night.", "The gravitational pull was too strong." ], [ "A big, growing city by the river.", "A land where everyone can become wealthy.", "A port by the delta where space travelers can come to harbor.", "A small settlement where his family can thrive." ], [ "What the weather would be in the new location.", "When to start building the encampment.", "Deciding where exactly to start building.", "Food and proximity to the sunken ship." ], [ "He had injured himself in the landing.", "He spoke via radio transmission.", "His voice was altered due to his spacesuit.", "He had swallowed a lot of saltwater. " ] ]

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[ [ "and firm. Standing beside him made Pop look sort of thin and puny; his\n chest caved in like he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders.", "Grampaw Moseley hobbled in, appraised the situation with his\n incomparable ability to detect something amiss. He snorted and rattled\n his cane on the floor.", "straighter. Not that he was ashamed of Pop; it wasn't that at all. It\n was just that the Patrolman stood\nso\nstraight, his shoulders broad", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "Pop?\" And he tickled The Pooch's dimpled cheek with an oily finger.\n \"You act just like your mama,\" he said irrelevantly, and the baby", "\"'What can't be cured,'\" said Pop mildly, \"'must be endured.' We have\n the forward search-beams, son. They will help.\"", "\"That is why,\" concluded Pop, \"we are here now. As long as I can\n remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very", "watched with bated breath. Mom said nothing, but her hand sought\n Pop's; Eleanor cradled The Pooch closer to her. Grampaw scowled.", "Pop unbuckled his safety belt, climbed gingerly out of his hammock,\n moved to the port, slid back its lock-plate. Bobby said, \"Can you see", "hammocks while Pop and Dick sat in observation seats. He waited, all\n ears and nerves, as the slow seconds sloughed away. Pop set the hypos", "But Pop was standing by the observation pane, eyeing an Earth already\n ball-like in the vastness of space. Earth, dwindling with each passing", "Pop said seriously, \"I'm afraid you'll have to eat them and like them\n for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're\n settled; we can't settle until—Ah! Here comes Dick!\"", "\"Time,\" said Pop easily, \"is the one commodity with which we are\n over-supplied.\" He thought for a minute. \"If that's the way it is, we\n might as well move.\"", "Grampaw Moseley wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There were\n no napkins, which suited him fine.", "So they ate and they slept and they ate again. And Pop and Dick spelled\n each other at the control banks. Moira spent endless hours with comb", "Mom sort of sniffed and reached for a handkerchief. She turned her back\n to Pop for a minute, and when she turned around again her eyes were red", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nBobby couldn't help wishing Pop would stand up just a little bit", "The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not.", "bubbling water was nearby, because the woodlands dwindled away into\n lush fields. And Pop said,", "to get all dewy-eyed about, like Pop was." ], [ "Pop?\" And he tickled The Pooch's dimpled cheek with an oily finger.\n \"You act just like your mama,\" he said irrelevantly, and the baby", "watched with bated breath. Mom said nothing, but her hand sought\n Pop's; Eleanor cradled The Pooch closer to her. Grampaw scowled.", "remember how to climb into 'em? Eleanor—you take that oversized one.\n That's right. There's room for you and The Pooch—\"", "They had time—or took time—to gather together a few precious\n belongings. Eleanor packed a carrier with baby food for The Pooch,", "Cuchulainn\n. Dick could\n do anything, everything at once. He took The Pooch into the circle of", "surreptitiously, did not notice. Dick was fixing something in the ship.\n Eleanor stood quietly beside Mom, crooning softly to The Pooch so it", "Grampaw Moseley hobbled in, appraised the situation with his\n incomparable ability to detect something amiss. He snorted and rattled\n his cane on the floor.", "Pop said, \"Come along, Robert,\" and the others went inside. Bobby\n waited, though, to see the cradle-monkey, the man under whose orders", "recreation room, Eleanor minded The Pooch, and lost innumerable games\n of cribbage to Grampaw Moseley who cheated outrageously and groused,", "Then it was over as quickly as it had begun, and he could breathe\n again, and Dick was lurching across the turret on feet that wobbled\n queerly because up was down and top was bottom and everything was funny\n and mixed up.", "Pop unbuckled his safety belt, climbed gingerly out of his hammock,\n moved to the port, slid back its lock-plate. Bobby said, \"Can you see", "The Patrolman said, \"Your name, please, Sir?\"\n\n\n \"Robert Emmet O'Brien Moseley,\" said Pop.\n\n\n \"Occupation?\"", "\"Comets to you, butt-hoister!\" grinned Dick. \"I've had eight years on\n the spider run. I can lift this can.\"", "Pop stroked his chin. He said, \"Well, we've landed safely, Richard. But\n I'm afraid we've—er—selected a wet landing field. We seem to be under\n water!\"", "Once, as they passed a wooded glen, a pale, fawnlike creature stole\n from the glade, watched them with soft, curious eyes. Another time", "Swimming in a bulger, Bobby found, was silly. Like paddling a big,\n warm, safe rubber rowboat. The stars winked at him, the soft waves", "So they ate and they slept and they ate again. And Pop and Dick spelled\n each other at the control banks. Moira spent endless hours with comb", "and firm. Standing beside him made Pop look sort of thin and puny; his\n chest caved in like he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders.", "Pop said, \"The ship, Richard?\"\n\n\n \"We'll find it again. I floated up a marking buoy. That round thing\n over there isn't Grampaw.\"", "\"No. Happily, there is a spot like that within an easy walk of here.\n I discovered it yesterday while studying the terrain.\" Pop took a" ], [ "There was nothing like that to disturb the calm and peaceful journey of\n the\nCuchulainn\n. Oh, it was enjoyable to stare through the observation", "\"We'll find out. Will this place you speak of be close enough to let me\n continue working on the\nCuchulainn\n? Yes? Well, that's that. When do\n we start?\"", "Thus, from the heart of the doomed\nCuchulainn\n, they fled. The", "Cuchulainn\n. Dick could\n do anything, everything at once. He took The Pooch into the circle of", "own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you\n have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "Cuchulainn\nwas completely motionless.", "Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they\n had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift\n intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the\n observation port.\n\n\n \"Eros!\" he said.", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "Pop said, \"You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work\n in rehabilitating the\nCuchulainn\n. It has performed beautifully. You\n are a good spaceman.\"", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "Cuchulainn\nwith angry fingers.", "are necessary, set brakes.\" Pop smiled happily. \"We're very fortunate,\n son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near\n Earth.\"", "They chose a site on the riverside, a half mile or so from, above,\n and overlooking the sea. They selected it because a spring of pure,", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "explored his face-plate with curious, white fingers of spray. Pretty\n soon there was sand scraping his boots ... a long, smooth beach with\n rolling hills beyond.", "Through howling Bedlam they tumbled dizzily and for moments that were\n ages long. While Dick labored frantically at the controls, while Moira", "Then it was over as quickly as it had begun, and he could breathe\n again, and Dick was lurching across the turret on feet that wobbled\n queerly because up was down and top was bottom and everything was funny\n and mixed up." ], [ "own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you\n have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift\n intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the\n observation port.\n\n\n \"Eros!\" he said.", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "\"That is why,\" concluded Pop, \"we are here now. As long as I can\n remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "Castaways of Eros\nBy NELSON S. BOND\nTwo families fought for the title to Eros,\n\n and only one could win. One had to outsmart\n\n the other—and both had to win over the", "Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they\n had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of", "government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ...\n vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter.", "are necessary, set brakes.\" Pop smiled happily. \"We're very fortunate,\n son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near\n Earth.\"", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "\"For one thing, it's too exposed. An open beach is no place for a\n permanent habitation. So far we've been very lucky. We've had no", "They chose a site on the riverside, a half mile or so from, above,\n and overlooking the sea. They selected it because a spring of pure,", "settling in a place where nobody could see them. And Mom bustled about\n in the galley, performing miracles with flour and stuff, and in the", "\"Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here.\"\nThey packed their meager belongings while Dick finished his meal; the", "\"Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It\n approaches Earth nearer than any other celestial body, excepting Luna", "\"Time,\" said Pop easily, \"is the one commodity with which we are\n over-supplied.\" He thought for a minute. \"If that's the way it is, we\n might as well move.\"", "Dick asked, \"Isn't that a remarkably slow rotation? For such a tiny\n planet, I mean? After all, Eros is only one hundred and eighty odd\n miles in circumference—\"" ], [ "own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you\n have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros", "Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift\n intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the\n observation port.\n\n\n \"Eros!\" he said.", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "And somehow three Earth days sped by, and they were nearing their\n destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros.", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "settling in a place where nobody could see them. And Mom bustled about\n in the galley, performing miracles with flour and stuff, and in the", "are necessary, set brakes.\" Pop smiled happily. \"We're very fortunate,\n son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near\n Earth.\"", "Small wonders unfolded before their eyes. Marching along, they\n had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted,\n strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's.", "curved knife-edge of black slicing up over Eros' rim. For a long moment\n Dick stared at it, a look of angry chagrin in his eyes.", "moment. Bobby moved to his side and watched; Moira, too, and Eleanor\n and Mom, and even Dick.", "surreptitiously, did not notice. Dick was fixing something in the ship.\n Eleanor stood quietly beside Mom, crooning softly to The Pooch so it", "Bobby jumped. It was Mom's voice. But her cry was not one of fear, it\n was one of excitement.", "\"That is why,\" concluded Pop, \"we are here now. As long as I can\n remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very", "government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ...\n vegetable life ... all on a hunk of dirt fifty-seven miles in diameter.", "\"Time,\" said Pop easily, \"is the one commodity with which we are\n over-supplied.\" He thought for a minute. \"If that's the way it is, we\n might as well move.\"", "\"Thank you,\" said Pop quietly. He turned. \"That's all. Ready, Mother?\n Eleanor? Moira?\"", "\"Of me!\" Mom snorted indignantly. \"Hear him talk! I never heard such\n nonsense in my life. Of\ncourse\nI want to go on. No, never mind that!\n Richard, isn't there a kitchen on this boat?\"" ], [ "There was nothing like that to disturb the calm and peaceful journey of\n the\nCuchulainn\n. Oh, it was enjoyable to stare through the observation", "Cuchulainn\nwas completely motionless.", "Thus, from the heart of the doomed\nCuchulainn\n, they fled. The", "Cuchulainn\n. Dick could\n do anything, everything at once. He took The Pooch into the circle of", "\"We'll find out. Will this place you speak of be close enough to let me\n continue working on the\nCuchulainn\n? Yes? Well, that's that. When do\n we start?\"", "Cuchulainn\nwith angry fingers.", "against his impervite helmet; it was a lead-soled bulger boot; then he\n was bobbing and tossing on shallow black wavelets beside the others.", "\"And now we've got to land in the dark. On strange terrain. Arragh! I\n should have my head examined. I've got a plugged tube somewhere!\"", "They chose a site on the riverside, a half mile or so from, above,\n and overlooking the sea. They selected it because a spring of pure,", "Pop said, \"You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work\n in rehabilitating the\nCuchulainn\n. It has performed beautifully. You\n are a good spaceman.\"", "stick, scratched a rude drawing on the sand before him. \"This is the\n coastline. We landed on the west coast of this inlet. The land we see", "It was not Dick's fault. It was just a tough break that no one had\n expected, planned for, guarded against. The planetoid was there beneath\n them; they would land on it. It was as simple at that.", "In the sudden scarlet of dawn, it was impossible to believe the night\n had even been frightening. Throughout the night, the Moseley clan\n huddled together there on the beach, waiting, silent, wondering. But", "\"That is why,\" concluded Pop, \"we are here now. As long as I can\n remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very", "spacecraft lifted gravs. The cradle-monkey was a dour man with gnarled\n legs and arms and temper. He looked at the\nCuchulainn\nand sniffed;", "Pop stroked his chin. He said, \"Well, we've landed safely, Richard. But\n I'm afraid we've—er—selected a wet landing field. We seem to be under\n water!\"", "\"For one thing, it's too exposed. An open beach is no place for a\n permanent habitation. So far we've been very lucky. We've had no", "explored his face-plate with curious, white fingers of spray. Pretty\n soon there was sand scraping his boots ... a long, smooth beach with\n rolling hills beyond.", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "Above him was a blue-black, star-gemmed sky; off to his right, not\n distant, was a rising smudge that must be the mainland. A dark blob" ], [ "Bobby did not need to hear Pop's reply to know that it was. His swift\n intake of breath was enough, the shine in his eyes as he peered out the\n observation port.\n\n\n \"Eros!\" he said.", "\"That is why,\" concluded Pop, \"we are here now. As long as I can\n remember, it has been my dream to take a land-grant colony for my very", "own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you\n have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros", "are necessary, set brakes.\" Pop smiled happily. \"We're very fortunate,\n son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near\n Earth.\"", "\"Not so fast, son. Eventually, perhaps; not today. First we must\n establish our claims, justify our right to own Eros. That means work,", "Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in\n their new Eden.\nIII", "But Pop was standing by the observation pane, eyeing an Earth already\n ball-like in the vastness of space. Earth, dwindling with each passing", "\"Eros rotates on its axis,\" he explained, \"in about ten hours, forty\n minutes, Earth time measurement. Therefore we shall have 'days' and", "\"'What can't be cured,'\" said Pop mildly, \"'must be endured.' We have\n the forward search-beams, son. They will help.\"", "\"Time,\" said Pop easily, \"is the one commodity with which we are\n over-supplied.\" He thought for a minute. \"If that's the way it is, we\n might as well move.\"", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "is a wealthy little planet; the man who earns it wins a rich prize.\n More than that, though—\" Pop lifted his face to the skies, now blue", "Pop unbuckled his safety belt, climbed gingerly out of his hammock,\n moved to the port, slid back its lock-plate. Bobby said, \"Can you see", "Pop said, \"You deserve a great deal of credit, son, for your fine work\n in rehabilitating the\nCuchulainn\n. It has performed beautifully. You\n are a good spaceman.\"", "anything, Pop? Can you?\" And Mom, who could read Pop's expressions like\n a book, said, \"What is it, Rob?\"", "The night did not last long. But Pop had told them it would not.", "curved knife-edge of black slicing up over Eros' rim. For a long moment\n Dick stared at it, a look of angry chagrin in his eyes.", "Pop?\" And he tickled The Pooch's dimpled cheek with an oily finger.\n \"You act just like your mama,\" he said irrelevantly, and the baby", "hammocks while Pop and Dick sat in observation seats. He waited, all\n ears and nerves, as the slow seconds sloughed away. Pop set the hypos", "and firm. Standing beside him made Pop look sort of thin and puny; his\n chest caved in like he was carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders." ], [ "They chose a site on the riverside, a half mile or so from, above,\n and overlooking the sea. They selected it because a spring of pure,", "Dick cried, \"Hey, this is bad! We'd better get out of here—\"\nHe leaped to his controls. Once more the plaintive hum of the", "\"Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here.\"\nThey packed their meager belongings while Dick finished his meal; the", "Pop said seriously, \"I'm afraid you'll have to eat them and like them\n for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're\n settled; we can't settle until—Ah! Here comes Dick!\"", "storms. But for a permanent camp-site, we must select a spot further\n inland. A fertile place, where we can start crops. A place with fresh,\n running water, natural shelter against cold and wind and rain—\"", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return.", "and churning through the crack. Deeper and swifter. Dick cut motors and\n turned, his face an angry mask.", "Dick nodded.\n\n\n \"Fish from the sea, vegetables from our own farm—is there any game,\n Pop?\"\n\n\n \"That I don't know. We haven't seen any. Yet.\"", "Then it was over as quickly as it had begun, and he could breathe\n again, and Dick was lurching across the turret on feet that wobbled\n queerly because up was down and top was bottom and everything was funny\n and mixed up.", "Dick said softly, \"All right, Pop. Let's check and get ready to set 'er\n down....\"\nII", "airlock was small. There was room for but one at a time. The water\n was waist—no, breast-deep—by the time all were gone save Bobby and\n Dick. Bobby, whose imagination had already assigned him the command of", "Then there came a signal from outside. Dick's hand rose in\n understanding response; fell again. \"Now!\"", "the foundering ship, wanted to uphold the ancient traditions by being\n the last to leave. But Dick had other ideas. He shoved Bobby—not too", "\"Talkin' about hewin',\" he said, \"S'posen we 'hew us a few vittles?\n Hey?\"\n\n\n Dick roused himself.", "\"That's it, Pop!\" said Dick suddenly. \"There's the name for our\n settlement. Delta Port!\"", "popped out of the water. Dick.\nMoira reached for the twisted branch.\nDick's voice was metallic through the audios of the space-helmet. \"All", "At the lock, Dick issued final instructions.", "So they ate and they slept and they ate again. And Pop and Dick spelled\n each other at the control banks. Moira spent endless hours with comb", "Dick snapped, \"Into your hammocks, everyone! Don't worry. This crate\n will stand a lot of bust-up. It's tough. A little bit of luck—\"", "Mom cried, \"But—but our supplies, Dick! What are we going to do for\n food, clothing, furniture—?\"" ], [ "Then it was over as quickly as it had begun, and he could breathe\n again, and Dick was lurching across the turret on feet that wobbled\n queerly because up was down and top was bottom and everything was funny\n and mixed up.", "popped out of the water. Dick.\nMoira reached for the twisted branch.\nDick's voice was metallic through the audios of the space-helmet. \"All", "Dick cut off the gravs, then the hypos. As the last machine-created\n sound died away from the cabin, Bobby heard the high scream of\n atmosphere, raging and tearing at the", "Dick cried, \"Hey, this is bad! We'd better get out of here—\"\nHe leaped to his controls. Once more the plaintive hum of the", "It was not Dick's fault. It was just a tough break that no one had\n expected, planned for, guarded against. The planetoid was there beneath\n them; they would land on it. It was as simple at that.", "Dick grinned shakily. \"Well!\" he said. \"Well!\"", "And then, suddenly—\n\n\n \"Hold tight! We're grounding!\" cried Dick.", "Then there came a signal from outside. Dick's hand rose in\n understanding response; fell again. \"Now!\"", "Dick cut in the artificial gravs, checked the meter dials with a\n hurried glance, smiled.\n\n\n \"Dead on it! Want to check, Skipper?\"", "\"Clean ether!\" said Dick. He closed the lock. Its seal-brace slid into\n place, wheezing asthmatically. Bobby's ears rang suddenly with the mild", "compression of air; when he swallowed, they were all right again. Dick\n saw him. \"What are you doing here, kid? Didn't I hear Pop tell you to\n come below?\"", "and churning through the crack. Deeper and swifter. Dick cut motors and\n turned, his face an angry mask.", "Dick snapped, \"Into your hammocks, everyone! Don't worry. This crate\n will stand a lot of bust-up. It's tough. A little bit of luck—\"", "\"And now we've got to land in the dark. On strange terrain. Arragh! I\n should have my head examined. I've got a plugged tube somewhere!\"", "\"Comets to you, butt-hoister!\" grinned Dick. \"I've had eight years on\n the spider run. I can lift this can.\"", "Through howling Bedlam they tumbled dizzily and for moments that were\n ages long. While Dick labored frantically at the controls, while Moira", "After his high expectations, it wasn't such a great thrill. Dick set\n the stops and dials, told him which button to press. \"When I give the", "the irrevocable movements of a grounding spaceship. Dick should have\n known, of course. He was a spaceman; he had served two tricks on the", "hammocks while Pop and Dick sat in observation seats. He waited, all\n ears and nerves, as the slow seconds sloughed away. Pop set the hypos", "Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had\n passed since their crash landing. In that short time, much had been\n done to make their beach camp-site comfortable. All members of the\n family were waiting now for Dick to return." ] ]

[ "When did the earth earn its new title?", "What do the colors in the physicians' titles mean?", "How did the planet get the code to call for help?", "What kind of IV drip did the doctor give the patient?", "What did the doctor administer by feeding tube?", "Why did the Earth doctor use the mortar and pestle?", "How many times did the doctor give the patient aspirin?" ]

[ [ "When humans from Earth started giving medical care wherever they traveled", "When Earth became known as unrivaled in its development of the biological sciences", "When humans from Earth became known as Galactic Pill Peddlers", "When the first contract was signed" ], [ "Stone focuses his practice on medication and Jenkins is a surgeon", "Jenkins focuses his practice on medication and Stone is a surgeon", "They both practice emergency medicine", "They can handle all medical problems on the spot" ], [ "This remains unknown", "Stolen from a contract planet", "From a crew member before they shot them", "From a crew member under threat of having their ear cut off" ], [ "glucose", "aspirin solution", "viremia drugs", "antibiotic" ], [ "antibiotics", "a placebo", "aspirin", "sugar water" ], [ "To help the local doctor understand the treatment", "To keep the IV drip going", "To prepare medication", "As part of the bio-survey" ], [ "3", "2", "4", "1" ] ]

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[ [ "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "A moment later a tall sleepy man in green undershorts appeared at\n the control room, rubbing his eyes. \"What happened?\" he said. \"We've\n changed course.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Ever hear of Morua II?\"", "transport, and in production techniques—but Earth stood unrivaled in\n its development of the biological sciences. Wherever an Earth ship\n landed, the crew was soon rendering Medical Services of one sort or", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "never die. Of course, it was up to the\n \nEarth doctor to see that he didn't!", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "healer-of-all-ills known to medicine, just as potent now as it was a\n thousand years ago. Without it, Hospital Earth might just as well pack", "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "into the city. For an endless period they pitched and churned through\n blackness—then suddenly emerged into a high, gilded hall with pale\n sunlight filtering down. From the number of decorated guards, and", "high. \"You've done well!\" he cried to the bewildered physician. \"It's\n over now—the Spirit has departed. His Eminence will recover.\"", "The\nLancet\nhomed on the dismal grey planet with an escort of eight", "at the foot of the bed and beat His Eminence steadily for one hour out\n of four, with new rawhide. When His Eminence protested this, we were", "\"The Lord High Emperor of All Morua and Creator of the Galaxies,\" Aguar", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "Certain basic principles were always the same, a fact which accelerated\n the program considerably. Humanoid or not, all forms of life had basic", "His Eminence looked up at them from bloodshot eyes and greeted them\n with a groan of anguish that seemed to roll up from the soles of his" ], [ "of parchment, stricken through with the colors of the seven Medical\n Services of Hospital Earth. \"Take a look, my boy—the juiciest Medical\n Services Contract that's been written in three centuries—\" He tossed", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. \"It\n adds up,\" he said heatedly. \"You've got the power, you've got your", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "\"He is afflicted with a Pox, as any fool can see. All others it\n kills—but His Eminence is the Tenth Son of a Tenth Son, and it is\n written—\"", "The Red Doctor blinked at his companion, then turned to Aguar. \"What\n illness is this?\" he whispered.", "The whispers stopped and Kiz nodded to the Red Doctor. \"All right, we\n bargain,\" he said. \"\nAfter\nyou show us.\"", "\"Oh, the incantations were for the\ndoctors\n,\" said Jenkins. \"They", "up her little black bag and go home.\" He smiled into the mirror as he\n adjusted the scarlet band of the Red Service across his shoulders. \"We\n call it Tincture of Time,\" he said.", "cure all, the stories say. You are very wise, they say. You balance\n the humors and drive forth the spirits of the Pox like devils.\" He", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "green flames? Death flames. They leave him here to die. But now that\n is all over. We have heard about you wizards from Hospital Earth. You", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"" ], [ "It was a rugged service for a single planet to provide, and it was\n costly. Many planets studied the terms of Contract and declined,", "Jenkins twisted down the volume on his Translator with a grimace.\n \"You're lucky we came at all,\" he said peevishly. \"Where's your\n Contract? Where did you get the Code?\"", "meant Top Grade Planetary Emergency, and don't argue about it, fellows,\n just get there, fast. Red Doctor Sam Jenkins took one look at the", "They dug in frantically. Under normal conditions a GPP ship would\n send in a full crew of technicians to a newly-Contracted planet to", "it. The call from Morua II came in quite innocently, relayed to the\n ship from HQ in Standard GPP Contract code for crash priority, which", "Contract had been signed with Deneb III centuries before, Hospital\n Earth had laboriously built its reputation on that single foundation\n stone: immediate medical assistance, without question or hesitation,", "whenever and wherever it was required, on any planet bound by Contract.\n That was the law, for Hospital Earth could not afford to jeopardize a\n Contract.", "spun in its tracks, so to speak, and began homing on the\n call-source like a hound on a fox. The fact that Morua II was a Class", "another, whether they had planned it that way or not. On Deneb III\n the Medical Service Contract was formalized, and Hospital Earth came\n into being. Into all known corners of the galaxy ships of the General", "caught the black-striped card. \"Class VI planet ... a plague spot! How\n can we get a crash-call from\nthis\n?\"", "\"Stay here and try your damnedest to get through to HQ,\" said Sam\n grimly. \"Tell them to send an armada, because we're liable to need one", "multitudes of planets into social and economic interdependence; but\n in any growing civilization division of labor inevitably occurs.\n Other planets outstripped Earth in technology, in communications, in", "Ten minutes later the Red Doctor reached for the results of the Initial\n Information Survey on Morua II, and let out a howl of alarm. A single\n card sat in the slot with a wide black stripe across it.", "\"It'll take them twenty days at least, to get help, considering that\n Morua is not a Contract planet and we're not supposed to be here in the", "A moment later a tall sleepy man in green undershorts appeared at\n the control room, rubbing his eyes. \"What happened?\" he said. \"We've\n changed course.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Ever hear of Morua II?\"", "We don't do that in the General Practice Patrol, remember? I don't know\n how Morua II got the code, but they got it, and that's all the farther", "Certain basic principles were always the same, a fact which accelerated\n the program considerably. Humanoid or not, all forms of life had basic", "bodily. The last time an Earth ship landed there half the crew was\n summarily shot and the others came home with their ears cut off. Seems\n the folks on Morua II didn't want a Contract with Hospital Earth. And", "Practice Patrol were dispatched—\"Galactic Pill Peddlers\" forging a\n chain of Contracts from Aldebaran to Zarn, accepting calls, diagnosing", "\"Well, we've got a little to go on just from looking at them. They're\n oxygen-breathers, which means they manage internal combustion of" ], [ "for a vein on the patient's baggy arm. The Moruan equivalent of blood\n flowed back greenishly in the tube for an instant as he placed the\n needle; then the flask began to drip slowly.", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "Without breaking the rhythm he transferred the plinking-job to Kiz.\n He changed the dwindling intravenous bottle. \"Call me when the bottle\n is empty—or if there is any change. Whatever you do,\ndon't touch\n anything\n.\"", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "behind it, he began tapping it slowly with the pestle, in perfect\n rhythm with the intravenous drip ... and waited.", "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "down on a bench in the hall and fell asleep in an instant.\nThey woke him once, hours later, to change the intravenous solution,\n and he found Kiz still intently pounding on the mortar. Jenkins", "The plink-plink rose to a frantic staccato as Jenkins checked the\n patient's vital signs, wiped more sweat from his furry brow. Quite", "administered more of the white powder in water down the tube, and went\n back to his bench. He had barely fallen asleep again when they were", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "Hurriedly, Kiz began enumerating, ticking off items on hairy fingers.\n As he talked Jenkins dug into the black bag and started assembling a\n liter flask, tubing and needles.", "They walked to the bedside and lifted back the covers. Jenkins took a\n limp paw in his hand. He finally found a palpable pulse just below the", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "\"I told you about the iron needles, didn't I? Hold this a moment.\"\n Jenkins handed him the liter flask. \"Hold it high.\" He began searching", "Wally Stone's jaw sagged. \"So you treated him with sugar-water and\n aspirin,\" he said weakly. \"And on that you risked our necks.\"", "up her little black bag and go home.\" He smiled into the mirror as he\n adjusted the scarlet band of the Red Service across his shoulders. \"We\n call it Tincture of Time,\" he said.", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "purple stuff gurgled quietly. An hour passed, and another. Suddenly\n Jenkins motioned to Kiz. \"His pulse—quickly!\"", "to a pasty green as he lay panting on the bed. He seemed to have lost\n strength enough even to groan, and his eyes were glazed.", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an" ], [ "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "administered more of the white powder in water down the tube, and went\n back to his bench. He had barely fallen asleep again when they were", "pills into powder, mixed in some water, and poured it down the tube.", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an", "for a vein on the patient's baggy arm. The Moruan equivalent of blood\n flowed back greenishly in the tube for an instant as he placed the\n needle; then the flask began to drip slowly.", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "Wally Stone's jaw sagged. \"So you treated him with sugar-water and\n aspirin,\" he said weakly. \"And on that you risked our necks.\"", "Without breaking the rhythm he transferred the plinking-job to Kiz.\n He changed the dwindling intravenous bottle. \"Call me when the bottle\n is empty—or if there is any change. Whatever you do,\ndon't touch\n anything\n.\"", "They walked to the bedside and lifted back the covers. Jenkins took a\n limp paw in his hand. He finally found a palpable pulse just below the", "Hurriedly, Kiz began enumerating, ticking off items on hairy fingers.\n As he talked Jenkins dug into the black bag and started assembling a\n liter flask, tubing and needles.", "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "down on a bench in the hall and fell asleep in an instant.\nThey woke him once, hours later, to change the intravenous solution,\n and he found Kiz still intently pounding on the mortar. Jenkins", "behind it, he began tapping it slowly with the pestle, in perfect\n rhythm with the intravenous drip ... and waited.", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "\"I told you about the iron needles, didn't I? Hold this a moment.\"\n Jenkins handed him the liter flask. \"Hold it high.\" He began searching", "\"Now!\" said Jenkins, pulling out a long thin rubber tube. \"This should\n annoy the Spirit of the Pox something fierce.\" He popped the tube into", "purple stuff gurgled quietly. An hour passed, and another. Suddenly\n Jenkins motioned to Kiz. \"His pulse—quickly!\"", "high. \"You've done well!\" he cried to the bewildered physician. \"It's\n over now—the Spirit has departed. His Eminence will recover.\"", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"" ], [ "\"Fine. Now this is most important.\" Jenkins searched in the bag until\n he found a large mortar which he set down on the floor. Squatting", "The room was deathly still except for a heavy snuffling sound from His\n Eminence and the plink-plink of the pestle on the mortar. The flask of", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "healer-of-all-ills known to medicine, just as potent now as it was a\n thousand years ago. Without it, Hospital Earth might just as well pack", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "Jenkins snatched the mortar from Kiz, and with a wild flourish smashed\n it on the stone floor. Then he grabbed the wizard's paw, raising it", "down on a bench in the hall and fell asleep in an instant.\nThey woke him once, hours later, to change the intravenous solution,\n and he found Kiz still intently pounding on the mortar. Jenkins", "never die. Of course, it was up to the\n \nEarth doctor to see that he didn't!", "cure all, the stories say. You are very wise, they say. You balance\n the humors and drive forth the spirits of the Pox like devils.\" He", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. \"It\n adds up,\" he said heatedly. \"You've got the power, you've got your", "\"Might not be such a bad idea for Morua,\" the Red Doctor muttered\n grimly. \"Well, what did you expect me to do—politely refuse? And", "up her little black bag and go home.\" He smiled into the mirror as he\n adjusted the scarlet band of the Red Service across his shoulders. \"We\n call it Tincture of Time,\" he said.", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "\"Oh, the incantations were for the\ndoctors\n,\" said Jenkins. \"They", "\"Bother the Contract,\" the Moruan snarled. \"You're supposed to be\n physicians, eh?\" He eyed them up and down as though he disapproved of\n everything that he saw. \"You make sick people well?\"", "ills, arranging for proper disposition of whatever medical problems\n they came across. Serious problems were shuttled back to Hospital Earth\n without delay; more frequently the GPP crews—doctors of the Red and", "magic and all. Maybe you were the boys that turned thumbs down so\n violently on the idea of a Hospital Earth Contract, eh? Couldn't risk\n having outsiders cutting in on your trade.\" Jenkins rubbed his chin", "The whispers stopped and Kiz nodded to the Red Doctor. \"All right, we\n bargain,\" he said. \"\nAfter\nyou show us.\"", "administered more of the white powder in water down the tube, and went\n back to his bench. He had barely fallen asleep again when they were" ], [ "Wally Stone's jaw sagged. \"So you treated him with sugar-water and\n aspirin,\" he said weakly. \"And on that you risked our necks.\"", "the patient's mouth. His Eminence rose up with a gasp, choking and\n fighting, but the tube went down. The Red Doctor ground three white", "\"Not quite,\" said the Red Doctor. \"You're forgetting that I had\n one other prescription to use—the oldest, most trustworthy", "administered more of the white powder in water down the tube, and went\n back to his bench. He had barely fallen asleep again when they were", "in bewilderment. \"You're going to kill him,\" he moaned. \"Prayers,\n promises, pills and post-mortems. That's the Medical service for you.\"", "three other Moruan physicians with their retinues of apprentices. Sam\n Jenkins held up his hand for silence. He allowed the first intravenous\n flask to pour in rapidly; the second he adjusted to a steady", "The plink-plink rose to a frantic staccato as Jenkins checked the\n patient's vital signs, wiped more sweat from his furry brow. Quite", "They walked to the bedside and lifted back the covers. Jenkins took a\n limp paw in his hand. He finally found a palpable pulse just below the", "high. \"You've done well!\" he cried to the bewildered physician. \"It's\n over now—the Spirit has departed. His Eminence will recover.\"", "up her little black bag and go home.\" He smiled into the mirror as he\n adjusted the scarlet band of the Red Service across his shoulders. \"We\n call it Tincture of Time,\" he said.", "In the sickroom His Eminence was drenched with sweat, his face\n glistening in the light of the bunsen burners. He rolled from side to", "cure the Boss here.\" Solemnly he slipped off his scarlet tunic and cap\n and laid them on a bench, then set his black bag carefully on the floor", "The Red Doctor blinked at his companion, then turned to Aguar. \"What\n illness is this?\" he whispered.", "down on a bench in the hall and fell asleep in an instant.\nThey woke him once, hours later, to change the intravenous solution,\n and he found Kiz still intently pounding on the mortar. Jenkins", "Kiz began sputtering indignantly; the Red Doctor cut him off. \"It\n adds up,\" he said heatedly. \"You've got the power, you've got your", "ran the X-ray and pan-endoscopic examinations. After four grueling\n hours the Red Doctor groaned and scowled at the growing pile of data.", "Without breaking the rhythm he transferred the plinking-job to Kiz.\n He changed the dwindling intravenous bottle. \"Call me when the bottle\n is empty—or if there is any change. Whatever you do,\ndon't touch\n anything\n.\"", "involves fever, starvation and dehydration. I knew that His Eminence\n could assimilate carbohydrates, and I took a long gamble that an", "\"So am I,\" said the Green Doctor suspiciously.\n\n\n \"It was simple. We cured His Eminence of the Pox.\"\n\n\n \"With what? Incantations?\"", "\"I told you about the iron needles, didn't I? Hold this a moment.\"\n Jenkins handed him the liter flask. \"Hold it high.\" He began searching" ] ]

[ "What was Qorn before the next to last time he estivated?", "What happens to the qornt at estivating time?", "Which reaction to the ultimatum was not suggested to Nitworth?", "How did Magnan feel about his reconnaissance assignment?", "Who found Retief and Magnan in the trees?", "Who would make the least warlike Qornt?", "Why had the humans not been able to see the Qornt village from the air?", "Why did Zubb want the men to go visit the Qornt?" ]

[ [ "a verpp", "a rheuk", "a boog", "a qornt" ], [ "It is unknown", "They die", "Nothing", "They moult" ], [ "Delayed withdrawal", "Guerilla warfare", "Quick withdrawal", "Insisting on more time" ], [ "He was scared and tried every opportunity to get out of it", "He was afraid he would do something rash", "He was afraid of failing his responsibility", "He felt heroic" ], [ "Two wild animals", "Two Verpp", "Two Qornt", "Three Qornt" ], [ "A passive Verpp", "A calm Verpp", "An angry Verpp", "A happy Verpp" ], [ "It was underground", "It was too small", "It was camouflaged ", "It had an invisibility cloak" ], [ "He wanted to report their crimes against him", "He thought they would be ignored", "He wanted the men to be honored guests", "He wanted them to negotiate a surrender" ] ]

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[ [ "\"After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course.\n The Gwil become Boog, the Boog become Rheuk, the Rheuk metamorphosize\n into Verpp—\"", "\"When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with\n the new Qornt stepping on our heels—\"", "Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. \"All for one and one for all, that's\n us.\"\n\n\n \"And you're the one, eh, Qorn?\" Retief commented.", "Qorn struck suddenly, a long arm flashing down in a vicious cut at\n Retief, who leaned aside, caught one lean shank below the knee. Qorn", "\"Why, your Excellency—\" Magnan started, stepping forward.\n\n\n \"Stay back!\" Qorn hooted. \"Stand over there where I can keep an eye on\n you.\"", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again.", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "Qorn's eyes bulged. He half rose. \"We've been all over this,\" he\n bassooned. He clamped bony fingers on the hilt of a light rapier. \"I\n thought I'd made my point!\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"Qorn, you seem to be the fire-brand here,\" Retief said. \"I think the\n rest of the boys would listen to reason—\"\n\n\n \"Over my dead body!\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "Qorn hissed and charged. Retief whirled aside, then struck the alien's\n off-leg in a flying tackle. Qorn leaned, arms windmilling, crashed to", "\"And now an interview with the Qorn himself,\" Zubb shrilled. \"If you'll\n kindly step along, gentlemen....\"", "\"Hmmmm. That's a good question. So far, none have survived Qornthood.\"", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old\n saying goes.\"\n\n\n \"What do Qornt turn into?\" Retief asked.", "Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. \"Take these two,\"\n he hooted. \"I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" Magnan started.", "Zubb finished his speech and fell silent, breathing hard.\n\n\n Qorn looked Retief over in silence, then belched.", "Retief moved out to meet him, watching the upraised backward-jointed\n arms. Qorn stalked forward, long lean legs bent, long horny feet" ], [ "\"After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course.\n The Gwil become Boog, the Boog become Rheuk, the Rheuk metamorphosize\n into Verpp—\"", "\"When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with\n the new Qornt stepping on our heels—\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "\"One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it\n might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I'm\n not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me.\"", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "\"Fifteen or twenty what?\" Magnan looked perplexed.\n\n\n \"Fifteen or twenty Qornt.\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old\n saying goes.\"\n\n\n \"What do Qornt turn into?\" Retief asked.", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again.", "\"A delightful vista,\" Magnan said, mopping at his face. \"A pity we\n couldn't locate the Qornt. We'll go back now and report—\"" ], [ "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"Frankly, I wouldn't call it conciliatory,\" Magnan said.\n\n\n Nitworth tapped the paper with a finger.", "Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall.\n\n\n \"Oh, Retief,\" Nitworth said. Retief turned.", "\"No! No begging,\" the Economic Officer objected. \"I'd say a calm,\n dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible.\"", "\"Kindly return to your chair,\" Nitworth said coldly. \"A number of\n chores remain to be assigned. I think you, Magnan, need a little field", "\"See here, we have no interest in investigating this barrow,\" Magnan\n announced. \"We wish you to take us direct to Tarroon to interview your\n military leaders regarding the ultimatum!\"", "\"We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum!\"\n\n\n \"Well, we'll soon straighten these fellows out—\" the Military Attache\n began.", "\"I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong impression, your Excellency,\"\n Retief said blandly. \"We didn't come to negotiate. We came to deliver\n an Ultimatum.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nI\n\n\n Ambassador Nitworth glowered across his mirror-polished, nine-foot\n platinum desk at his assembled staff.", "The Military Attache blinked. \"That's absurd,\" he said flatly. Nitworth\n slapped the table.", "\"It should have the effect of stimulating the Terries to put up a\n reasonable scrap,\" Qorn said judiciously. \"I have a feeling that\n they're thinking of giving up without a struggle.\"", "\"Well, I see you're of a mind with me,\" Nitworth nodded. \"Our plan of\n action is clear, but it remains to be implemented. We have a population", "of over fifteen million individuals to relocate.\" He eyed the\n Political Officer. \"I want five proposals for resettlement on my desk\n by oh-eight-hundred hours tomorrow.\" Nitworth rapped out instructions.", "\"I\nmay\nlose my temper,\" Magnan hinted. Zubb lowered the guns, passed\n them to Magnan. He thrust them into his belt with a sour smile, turned\n back to watch the encounter.", "\"What's your proposal?\" Qorn whistled, taking a gulp from his goblet.\n \"A fifty-fifty split? Monetary reparations? Alternate territory? I can", "Qorn's eyes bulged. He half rose. \"We've been all over this,\" he\n bassooned. He clamped bony fingers on the hilt of a light rapier. \"I\n thought I'd made my point!\"", "The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. \"What about a\n stiff Note demanding an extra week's time?\"", "\"That was merely an expression of amusement.\"\n\n\n \"You find the situation amusing? I assure you, sir, you are in perilous\n straits at the moment. I\nmay\nfly into another rage, you know.\"", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "\"You can do better than that,\" Qorn hooted. \"Now here's a suggestion:\n we carve them up a little—lop off the external labiae and pinnae,\n say—and ship them back.\"" ], [ "Magnan cleared his throat. \"I sense that some of you gentlemen are not\n convinced of the wisdom of this move,\" he piped, looking along the", "\"Why, your Excellency—\" Magnan started, stepping forward.\n\n\n \"Stay back!\" Qorn hooted. \"Stand over there where I can keep an eye on\n you.\"", "\"I'll go for help,\" Magnan squeaked. He whirled and took three leaps\n into the brush.", "\"A most interesting display of barbaric splendor,\" Magnan breathed.\n \"Now we'd better be getting back.\"", "\"No wonder we didn't observe their works from the air,\" Magnan\n muttered. \"Camouflaged.\" He moved hesitantly through the opening.", "Magnan smiled loftily. \"I daresay you'll think twice before interfering\n with peaceable diplomats in future.\"\n\n\n \"Diplomats? Surely you jest.\"", "them.\"\n\"Those undoubtedly are the most bloodthirsty, aggressive, merciless\n countenances it has ever been my misfortune to encounter,\" Magnan said.", "\"A delightful vista,\" Magnan said, mopping at his face. \"A pity we\n couldn't locate the Qornt. We'll go back now and report—\"", "\"Kindly return to your chair,\" Nitworth said coldly. \"A number of\n chores remain to be assigned. I think you, Magnan, need a little field", "Magnan moved off. \"Let's keep going.\"", "\"I\nmay\nlose my temper,\" Magnan hinted. Zubb lowered the guns, passed\n them to Magnan. He thrust them into his belt with a sour smile, turned\n back to watch the encounter.", "Harried-looking staff members arose and hurried from the room. Magnan\n eased toward the door.", "\"I don't like it, Retief,\" Magnan whispered. \"Those fellows are\n plotting mischief.\"\n\n\n \"Threaten them with violence, Mr Magnan. They're scared of you.\"", "\"See here, we have no interest in investigating this barrow,\" Magnan\n announced. \"We wish you to take us direct to Tarroon to interview your\n military leaders regarding the ultimatum!\"", "Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall.\n\n\n \"Oh, Retief,\" Nitworth said. Retief turned.", "\"Twelve feet if he's an inch,\" Magnan estimated. \"And now we really\n must hurry along—\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"Nice piece of work, Mr. Magnan,\" Retief said. \"You nailed both of\n them.\"", "\"Great heavens, Retief!\" Magnan exclaimed in a whisper. \"It sounds as\n though these brutes employ a battle armada as simpler souls might a set\n of toy sailboats!\"", "\"We're wasting time, Retief,\" Magnan said. \"We must truss these chaps\n up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they\n said.\"" ], [ "Retief and Magnan topped a ridge and looked down across a slope\n of towering tree-shrubs and glossy violet-stemmed palms set among", "\"We're wasting time, Retief,\" Magnan said. \"We must truss these chaps\n up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they\n said.\"", "Retief jumped forward, hauled Magnan free, thrust him aside and\n stopped, right fist cocked. The two Qornt lay groaning feebly.", "\"Nice piece of work, Mr. Magnan,\" Retief said. \"You nailed both of\n them.\"", "\"I don't like it, Retief,\" Magnan whispered. \"Those fellows are\n plotting mischief.\"\n\n\n \"Threaten them with violence, Mr Magnan. They're scared of you.\"", "\"Great heavens, Retief!\" Magnan exclaimed in a whisper. \"It sounds as\n though these brutes employ a battle armada as simpler souls might a set\n of toy sailboats!\"", "Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. \"Take these two,\"\n he hooted. \"I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" Magnan started.", "\"We can't.\"\n\n\n Magnan stopped short. \"Let's go back.\"\n\n\n \"All right,\" Retief said. \"Of course there may be an ambush—\"", "Magnan nodded unhappily and went into the hall.\n\n\n \"Oh, Retief,\" Nitworth said. Retief turned.", "\"You expect me to make my way back alone?\"\n\n\n \"It's directly down-slope—\" Retief broke off, listening. Magnan\n clutched at his arm.", "\"Hold it, Mr. Magnan,\" Retief said. \"I'll tell him.\"", "\"Stop scaring him, Mr. Magnan. He may get nervous and shoot.\" Retief\n stepped into the banquet hall, headed for the resplendent figure at", "\"Ah ... Retief,\" Magnan said. \"Zubb has just presented a most\n compelling argument....\"", "\"What?\" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered.", "bent to haul Retief from his leg—and staggered back as a haymaker took\n him just below the beak. A screech went up from the crowd as Retief\n leaped clear.", "\"I suspected you had hidden qualities, Zubb,\" Retief commented.\n\n\n \"See here, Zubb! We're diplomats!\" Magnan started.", "floor, and we'll see how good you are at backing up your conversation.\"\nMagnan hovered at Retief's side. \"Twelve feet tall,\" he moaned. \"And", "\"Retief.\" Magnan tugged at his sleeve. \"Don't forget their superdrive.\"\n\n\n \"That's all right. They don't have one.\"\n\n\n \"But—\"", "\"I'll go for help,\" Magnan squeaked. He whirled and took three leaps\n into the brush.", "Retief moved out to meet him, watching the upraised backward-jointed\n arms. Qorn stalked forward, long lean legs bent, long horny feet" ], [ "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation\n for the finer things of life. One dreads to contemplate descending to\ntheir\nlevel.\"", "\"Oh, the majority of the Qornt favor the move, I imagine.\"\n\n\n \"These few hotheads are permitted to embroil the planet in war?\"", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "assure you, it's useless. We Qornt\nlike\nto fight.\"", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again.", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "glass, \"you Qornt like to be warriors, but you don't particularly like\n to fight.\"", "\"What kind of vessels? Warships?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. What other kind would the Qornt bother with?\"", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "\"What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one\n among us who's a slave to instinct—and, naturally, we have to follow\n him.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"Not here, you're not!\" Qorn trumpeted. \"Want peace, do you? Well, I", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"" ], [ "\"No wonder we didn't observe their works from the air,\" Magnan\n muttered. \"Camouflaged.\" He moved hesitantly through the opening.", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "\"A delightful vista,\" Magnan said, mopping at his face. \"A pity we\n couldn't locate the Qornt. We'll go back now and report—\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"Why, your Excellency—\" Magnan started, stepping forward.\n\n\n \"Stay back!\" Qorn hooted. \"Stand over there where I can keep an eye on\n you.\"", "Qornt fleets are indetectible!\"\nThe Military Attache pulled at his lower lip. \"In that case, we can't\n try conclusions with these fellows until we have an indetectible drive", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"Fifteen or twenty what?\" Magnan looked perplexed.\n\n\n \"Fifteen or twenty Qornt.\"", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"" ], [ "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"And now an interview with the Qorn himself,\" Zubb shrilled. \"If you'll\n kindly step along, gentlemen....\"", "\"Nonsense, Slun!\" Zubb pushed forward. \"I'll escort our guests to Qornt\n Hall.\" He twittered briefly to his fellow Verpp. Slun twittered back.", "\"Ah, a moment,\" Zubb said. \"Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the\n feasters—he with the head-dress of crimson, purple, silver and pink.\"", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "Zubb finished his speech and fell silent, breathing hard.\n\n\n Qorn looked Retief over in silence, then belched.", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Look here, Zubb.\" Magnan shook a finger at the tall alien. \"How is it\n that these Qornt are allowed to embark on piratical ventures of this\n sort without reference to the wishes of the majority?\"", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. \"Chain that\n one.\" He indicated Magnan. His eyes went to Retief. \"This one's bigger;\n you'd best chain him, too.\"", "Zubb screeched, waved the guns. The Qornt were jabbering.", "\"Come softly, now.\" Zubb beckoned, moving toward a bend in the\n yellow-lit corridor. Retief and Magnan moved forward.", "\"What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one\n among us who's a slave to instinct—and, naturally, we have to follow\n him.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. \"All for one and one for all, that's\n us.\"\n\n\n \"And you're the one, eh, Qorn?\" Retief commented.", "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"" ] ]

[ "When Westover was on the monster the first night remembering the speech, where was the man who gave the speech?", "Why should Westover not kill the monster?", "Where was the safest place to be on Earth?", "What about the situation made Westover feel the most upset?", "Why was Westover described as shrinking?", "What was not a reason that Westover felt sick to his stomach?", "Why did the monster stop crawling by day?", "What saved Westover when the monster was getting ready to take off?", "What did Westover find inside the monster?" ]

[ [ "Close by", "Far away in space", "Far away on Earth", "Dead" ], [ "He needs it to destroy the earth", "He needs it to travel to find other people", "He needs it to save the human race", "He needs it to find other monsters" ], [ "On a mountain", "On top of a monster", "Where the monsters had already been", "Where the monsters were headed" ], [ "The thought of losing the people he cared about", "The thought of dying", "The thought of humanity falling at the hands of mindless creatures", "The thought of starving to death" ], [ "He was starving because the monsters ate all the food", "He was afraid of encountering the monster", "He was a cowardly person", "He was tired from walking a long way" ], [ "He had been fasting a long time", "He felt revulsion at eating the monster", "He had motion sickness from riding the monster", "The monster's flesh had a bad taste" ], [ "It was no longer hungry", "It was ready to leave Earth", "The sun was up", "It was dead" ], [ "A plane", "His own scientific ideas", "A man", "A ship" ], [ "His friend", "Pockets of gas", "Demolished earth", "His death" ] ]

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[ [ "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "\"Who are you?\" asked Westover, breathlessly but almost without surprise.\n\n\n \"I am the Preacher,\" the old man said. \"The Lord hath sent me to save\n you. Arise, my son, and follow me.\"", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea\n on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night; strengthened,", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply" ], [ "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "Then he was tormented by thirst. It was some time, though, before he\n could bring himself to drink the colorless fluid that had collected in\n the wound he had inflicted on the monster.", "not make that ascent and face the long and dangerous descent beyond,\n which he had to make before dawn ... but not now ... not now....\nHe lay in a state between waking and dreaming, high on the monster's", "The sun was already up, and the monster should have begun once more its\n steady, ravenous march to the east. But there was no motion; the great\n living expanse lay still around him. He wondered wildly if it was dead.", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "head. It occurred to him that he was now ideally located to conduct\n the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the\n monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological", "only source of food he knew in all the world—not just that he was\n developing a flea's psychology. He was a man and a scientist, and he\n was conducting an experiment.... His life on the monster's back was", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "despair. For all around lay blue water, waves dancing and glinting in\n the fresh breeze; and sniffing the air he recognized the salt tang\n of the sea. While he slept the monster had crept beyond the coast", "And that explained the flood; the monster's body had formed an\n unbreakable dam behind which the river had been steadily piling up in\n those first hours of night; if it did not move until dawn, the level\n would be far higher then.", "destruction from up there.... But I got out in one piece and started\n walking—looking for some place with people and facilities that could\n try out my method of killing the monsters. I thought—I still think—I" ], [ "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "Some time after he had found courage to resume the climb, he dragged\n himself, gasping and quivering, to comparative safety on the broad", "destruction from up there.... But I got out in one piece and started\n walking—looking for some place with people and facilities that could\n try out my method of killing the monsters. I thought—I still think—I", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "\"Don't worry about a cave-in. We're surrounded by solid cystoid\n tissue. But,\" Sutton's voice took on a graver note, \"there may be", "he could not sleep but had to go on, searching with a hope that would\n not die for some miraculously spared refuge where civilization and\n science might yet exist, where there would be the means to realize his", "at a chamber carved in the veritable belly of Leviathan. The floor\n underfoot was firm, as was the wall his shaking fingers tested.\n Dazzled, he saw tools leaning against the walls, spades, crowbars,", "of the days he had been on the monster's back, but the rape of Earth\n must be finished now. He had no doubt that the things would depart\n as they had come into the Solar System—in that close, seemingly", "upon him. He knew now that he had been almost insane for the time he\n had passed here, touched by the madness that takes hermits and men lost", "Presently, though, he felt a faint shuddering and lift beneath his\n feet, and heard far stifled mutterings and sighs.", "That was the meaning of its gargantuan belly rumblings. And they meant\n further that he must finally leave it—now or never—or be borne aloft\n to die gasping in the stratosphere.", "The Preacher stood beside him, breathing hard and mopping his forehead.\n But he brushed aside the deferential offers of the others: \"No—I will\n take him to the Doctor myself. All of you must hurry now to close the\n shaft.\"", "Hurriedly the man scrambled to the highest eminence of the back and\n stood looking about; and what he saw brought him to the brink of", "Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea\n on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night; strengthened,", "The Preacher's brows knitted faintly, but then his look turned to\n benevolent understanding. \"You have been alone too long here. Come with\n me—I will take you to the Doctor.\"", "And a wild, white light of hope blazed in him, and he flung himself\n flat on the rough surface, beat on it with bare fists and shouted:\n \"Help! Here I am! Help!\"", "He was almost hidden in the cavity when a shadow fell across him from\n behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back.", "\"That striking resemblance, together with the fact that they chose\n Earth to attack out of all the planets of the Solar System, shows they", "\"It is inhabitable?\" Westover's question reflected no doubt.\nSutton gestured at the bubbling device behind him. \"That thing is", "He should have foreseen that and made his escape in time. Now that\n he had solved the problem of human survival.... But the bright ocean" ], [ "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices.", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "\"Amen,\" agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly\n troubled. \"Speaking of the future brings up the question of the idea", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "\"Then,\" Westover glanced appreciatively around, \"it looks like the main\n hazard is claustrophobia.\"", "upon him. He knew now that he had been almost insane for the time he\n had passed here, touched by the madness that takes hermits and men lost", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply" ], [ "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices.", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "Westover bowed his head, but he had caught a curiously expectant glint\n in Sutton's eyes as he spoke. He thought, and his face lightened.", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"" ], [ "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "Westover bowed his head, but he had caught a curiously expectant glint\n in Sutton's eyes as he spoke. He thought, and his face lightened.", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "\"Amen,\" agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly\n troubled. \"Speaking of the future brings up the question of the idea", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices.", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could" ], [ "Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea\n on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night; strengthened,", "The sun was already up, and the monster should have begun once more its\n steady, ravenous march to the east. But there was no motion; the great\n living expanse lay still around him. He wondered wildly if it was dead.", "Then he was tormented by thirst. It was some time, though, before he\n could bring himself to drink the colorless fluid that had collected in\n the wound he had inflicted on the monster.", "pressed his shrinking body against the slimy, faintly warm surface of\n the monster's foot, and sought above him with upstretched hands—found\n holds, and began to climb with a strength he had not known was left in", "kind. But he knew with desperate clarity that by nightfall, when the\n beast became still once more, exhaustion and growing hunger would have\n made him unable to descend. As he lay where he had fallen, he felt that", "He was almost hidden in the cavity when a shadow fell across him from\n behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back.", "And that explained the flood; the monster's body had formed an\n unbreakable dam behind which the river had been steadily piling up in\n those first hours of night; if it did not move until dawn, the level\n would be far higher then.", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "only source of food he knew in all the world—not just that he was\n developing a flea's psychology. He was a man and a scientist, and he\n was conducting an experiment.... His life on the monster's back was", "There came a morning, though, when he remembered.\nThus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea on a dog.", "Some time after he had found courage to resume the climb, he dragged\n himself, gasping and quivering, to comparative safety on the broad", "despair. For all around lay blue water, waves dancing and glinting in\n the fresh breeze; and sniffing the air he recognized the salt tang\n of the sea. While he slept the monster had crept beyond the coast", "not make that ascent and face the long and dangerous descent beyond,\n which he had to make before dawn ... but not now ... not now....\nHe lay in a state between waking and dreaming, high on the monster's", "He recoiled as if seared, and retreated, slithering in the muck. For\n moments his mind was full of dark formless panic; then he took a firm\n hold on himself and tried to comprehend the situation.", "When, a few hundred yards nearer the monster's head, the other halted\n at a black rent in the rugose hide, the mouth of a burrow descending", "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "upon him. He knew now that he had been almost insane for the time he\n had passed here, touched by the madness that takes hermits and men lost", "The moonlight's fading again was merciful as he climbed the sheer,\n slippery face of the foot; but he could hear the wash and chuckle of" ], [ "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "pressed his shrinking body against the slimy, faintly warm surface of\n the monster's foot, and sought above him with upstretched hands—found\n holds, and began to climb with a strength he had not known was left in", "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "\"Who are you?\" asked Westover, breathlessly but almost without surprise.\n\n\n \"I am the Preacher,\" the old man said. \"The Lord hath sent me to save\n you. Arise, my son, and follow me.\"", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "He was almost hidden in the cavity when a shadow fell across him from\n behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back.", "Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea\n on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night; strengthened,", "A ripple that did not belong to the crawling motion ran over the\n thing's surface round about. Westover laughed wildly with a sudden" ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "pressed his shrinking body against the slimy, faintly warm surface of\n the monster's foot, and sought above him with upstretched hands—found\n holds, and began to climb with a strength he had not known was left in", "He was almost hidden in the cavity when a shadow fell across him from\n behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back.", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "head. It occurred to him that he was now ideally located to conduct\n the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the\n monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological", "A ripple that did not belong to the crawling motion ran over the\n thing's surface round about. Westover laughed wildly with a sudden", "the sheer horror of the yielding beslimed walls that seemed every\n moment squeezing in to trap them unspeakably. The air was warm and\n rank with the familiar heavy sweetish odor of the monster's colorless", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his" ] ]

[ "Why does the Officer deliver his message so carefully to Kirk?", "What do the Piruts want with the Ship?", "What is the most powerful weapon any of the characters in the story have for combat?", "What is different about Jakk’s physical abilities?", "The Officer told Kirk that the following was ultimately at fault for Pa’s demise:", "What do we find out about about the Officers through the course of the story:", "What best defines the power struggle between the Hans and the Officers?", "What do we learn about the relationship of the Ship to the Hans?", "What did Kirk think happened to his father after the message from the Officer?", "Where did the Captain come from?" ]

[ [ "He can hardly control contain his anger for what Pa did", "He needs to maintain control over the relationship with the Hans", "He killed Pa in a case of mistaken identity", "He was good friends with Kirk’s father" ], [ "To overtake it with the Hans", "The same thing the Hans want with it", "To kidnap the yellow daughter from it", "They are not interested in the Ship, only raiding the Hans" ], [ "Hunting rifles", "Cannons", "Hand-thrown implements", "Catapults" ], [ "His brute strength", "His incredible jumping over the wall", "His running stamina", "His eye sight" ], [ "Shags", "Piruts", "Captain’s daughter", "Hans" ], [ "They protect the plain and the people living on it", "They are secretly allied with Piruts and staged the raid", "They are conquering Pirut territory", "They are at war with the Hans" ], [ "The Officers seemingly maintain control over the Hans for now", "The Hans work with the Piruts to stave off the Officers", "The Officers are fighting with the Hans to take over their land", "The Hans are in control of the Officers and discipline their activities" ], [ "The Ship is only a legend of the Hans and not a real place", "The Hans people originated from those that first landed on the ship", "The Ship was carrying heat crystals that allowed the Hans to survive winter", "The Ship is supported on the Hans resources" ], [ "Pa had turned on the Hans and led the Piruts straight to the pillboxes", "Pa was running to safety and was then killed to spare the rest of the people on the plain", "Pa had invaded the Ship and was killed as discipline", "Pa had double crossed the Officer" ], [ "He is never described or heard from", "He was a defector of the Hans that commissioned the ship which has not yet set sail", "He is a Pirut that mutinied from the main settlement", "He travelled from outside of the solar system" ] ]

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[ [ "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "He said, \"Pa.\"\n\n\n The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk.\n He hadn't, after the first glance.", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "\"Yah!\" said Lil sharply. \"You just like to talk. Why should the\n Officers want us killed off anyhow?\"\n\n\n Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins.", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "\"I'm sorry to have to tell you this....\"\n\n\n Kirk knew. The knowledge leaped through him. It was strange, to feel a\n spear-stab where there was no spear.", "\"Don't move me, you fool! Just listen.\" His voice was harsh and rapid.\n He was holding both hands over the left side of his neck, where it\n joined the shoulder. Kirk could see the bright blood beating up through\n his fingers.", "\"Yes.\" The O.D. was also the Third Officer. Taller than Kirk, thinner,\n with the hair going grey on his body and exhausted eyes sunk deep under\n his horny overlids. He said quietly:", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Nerves crackled icily all over Kirk's skin. But there wasn't any need\n to listen. The noise rolled in over them. It hit rock faces polished by", "\"Worse for us, or for you?\" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in\n the wind. \"Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up\n there in the Ship they won't let us touch?\"", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "\"I'll understand, all right.\" Kirk's voice was a hoarse, harsh whisper\n that came out by itself and wouldn't be stopped. \"I'll understand about", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "Kirk followed. The wind was cold, howling up from the outer gullies.\nThe Officer of the Day was waiting at the north end of the wall." ], [ "was what the Piruts wanted. That's why they made them come.\"", "A big raid. More Piruts than he'd ever seen before. He wondered why.\n He wondered how so many of them had been able to get so close to the", "\"There must be something in the Ship that they don't want us to have.\n Something valuable, something they want to keep for themselves. What\n else could it be but heat-stones and maybe dried meat?\"", "He said, \"Wonder how they got so close, so fast?\"\n\n\n \"Some trick.\" Randl laughed suddenly. \"Funny their wanting the Ship as\n much as you and I do.\"", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "Randl said, \"Something funny, Wes. Too many Piruts. They couldn't risk\n 'em on an ordinary raid.\"", "He stopped. Kirk put a stone accurately through the back of a Pirut's\n head and said grimly:\n\n\n \"Yeah. About what\nwe're\ngoing to do.\"", "\"Three lives, against all those back on the plain. We held our fire\n too long as it was, hoping. The Piruts nearly broke through. Try to\n understand! I had to do it.\"", "And the Officers wouldn't do that. If they wanted us killed off they'd\n let the Piruts in on us, or the shags, and let 'em finish us quick.", "There was a ladder dropped over it now, and men were climbing up and\n down with bodies and sheaves of recovered spears. More were busy down\n below, rolling the dead Piruts and the shags down into the deep gullies", "\"Not when we can see 'em, no. Of course not. But how do we know they\n haven't got ways of getting into the Ship that don't show from the\n plain? Jakk says a lot goes on that we don't know about.\"", "on the plain, and Ma and Lil and the little ones, and the baby. You had\n to fight the Piruts, no matter what you thought about the Officers. You\n had to keep them from getting onto the plain.", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "Randl's narrow shoulders twitched. \"Near as we know, their legend is\n the same as ours. Something holy in the Ship, sacred and tabu. Only", "\"It's what everybody says. Why else would they guard the Ship the way\n they do? We can't even get near the outside of it.\"\n\n\n Lil tossed her head. \"Well neither do they.\"", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "\"I'll cover you,\" said Kirk. He began taking crystal pebbles out of a\n big pile that was kept there and hurling them at the Piruts. They made", "Kirk nodded. He couldn't say anything. The heat was dying in Randl's\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Listen, Wes. I saw the secret way into Ship. Bend closer, and\n listen....\"", "Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came\n over the wall. Kirk speared him left-handed in the belly, dodged the\n downstroke of his loaded sap, and kicked the body out of the way." ], [ "After that, even the wind was gone, and the darkness had turned red.\nThere was a voice, a long way off. It said, \"God, he's strong!\" Over", "have broken his brittle light-furred body in two. All Randl's strength\n was in his eyes. The pupils were always spread, always hot with some", "\"There must be something in the Ship that they don't want us to have.\n Something valuable, something they want to keep for themselves. What\n else could it be but heat-stones and maybe dried meat?\"", "\"I'll cover you,\" said Kirk. He began taking crystal pebbles out of a\n big pile that was kept there and hurling them at the Piruts. They made", "Kirk began to move, very swiftly and quietly. Before the third gong\n stroke hit them he had his spear and his sling and was already lifting\n aside the door curtain.", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "Randl went down on his knees. He was coughing horribly, but his hot\n black eyes saw everything. He tried three times to lift his sling and\n gave it up.", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "where the huts had been, the tumbled heaps of metal that might have\n meant something once, a longer time ago than anyone could remember. But\n there were still plenty of huts standing. Two hands and one hand and", "Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came\n over the wall. Kirk speared him left-handed in the belly, dodged the\n downstroke of his loaded sap, and kicked the body out of the way.", "that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live\n no matter what happens to us. We're fools, Wes! A lot of bloody fools!\"", "\"It's up to you, Wes. You're the only one that really knows about the\n Ship. You'll do better than I would, anyhow. You're a fighter. You\n carry it on, so the Hans can live. Promise.\"", "Randl grounded his spear, gasping. \"That's that. Pretty soon they'll\n break, and then we can start thinking about....\"", "on the plain, and Ma and Lil and the little ones, and the baby. You had\n to fight the Piruts, no matter what you thought about the Officers. You\n had to keep them from getting onto the plain.", "Randl laughed and shuddered with a secret, ugly triumph. \"I crawled up\n on the peak during the last darkness. The guards were cold and the wind\n made them blind and deaf. I lay in the rocks and watched. And I saw....\"", "one he'd eaten and slept and wrestled with. The thick arm that hauled\n him out of bed this morning, the big hands that warmed the baby against", "The baby was quiet. Ma Kirk laid it down in a nest of skins put close\n to the heat and said wearily:\n\n\n \"You men, always talking about killing! Haven't we enough trouble\n without that?\"", "Lil stuck out her tongue. Kirk aimed a cuff at her. She danced behind\n his arm and jerked the curtain down and shot away again, making two\n jumps over the brawling young ones and the box of heat-stones.", "rusty metal things crouching behind them, but they weren't any good for\n fighting. A man needed shoulder room for spear and sling." ], [ "\"Is it true, Jakk? Do you know? Because if they are....\"", "\"Rock's pretty near clean,\" he said, \"but even so....\" He shook himself\n like a dog. \"That Jakk Randl, he was always talking.\"", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "\"Not when we can see 'em, no. Of course not. But how do we know they\n haven't got ways of getting into the Ship that don't show from the\n plain? Jakk says a lot goes on that we don't know about.\"", "Jakk Randl and fell in beside him. They stood with their backs to the\n wind, stamping and shivering, their head-hair and scant fur clouts\n blown straight out.", "He said, \"Jakk, I'll get the sawbones....\"\n\n\n Hot black eyes turned to his. Burnt-out fires in a face with the young\n beard hardly full on its sharp jaw.", "child. She added sharply, \"Besides, that's fool's talk, Jakk Randl's\n talk, and only gets the sucking-plant.\"", "have broken his brittle light-furred body in two. All Randl's strength\n was in his eyes. The pupils were always spread, always hot with some", "After that, even the wind was gone, and the darkness had turned red.\nThere was a voice, a long way off. It said, \"God, he's strong!\" Over", "\"Rot, is it? Jakk Randl knew. He saw with his own eyes and he told me\n while he was dying. The Captain's yellow daughter, sneaking heat-stones\n into....\"", "Randl went down on his knees. He was coughing horribly, but his hot\n black eyes saw everything. He tried three times to lift his sling and\n gave it up.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Kirk began to move, very swiftly and quietly. Before the third gong\n stroke hit them he had his spear and his sling and was already lifting\n aside the door curtain.", "Lil stuck out her tongue. Kirk aimed a cuff at her. She danced behind\n his arm and jerked the curtain down and shot away again, making two\n jumps over the brawling young ones and the box of heat-stones.", "The young ones giggled, well out of reach. Lil's thin body was strung\n tight, quivering to move. \"Besides,\" she demanded, \"what have the", "He shoved the curtain of little skins aside and crouched there with his\n thick shoulders fitted into the angle of the jamb, staring out, cold\n wind threading in across his splayed and naked feet.", "Kirk grunted. A Pirut with red hair standing straight in the wind came\n over the wall. Kirk speared him left-handed in the belly, dodged the\n downstroke of his loaded sap, and kicked the body out of the way.", "Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. \"Look at 'em,\" he said, and coughed. He was\n always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"" ], [ "He said, \"Pa.\"\n\n\n The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk.\n He hadn't, after the first glance.", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "\"Don't move me, you fool! Just listen.\" His voice was harsh and rapid.\n He was holding both hands over the left side of his neck, where it\n joined the shoulder. Kirk could see the bright blood beating up through\n his fingers.", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "\"I'm sorry to have to tell you this....\"\n\n\n Kirk knew. The knowledge leaped through him. It was strange, to feel a\n spear-stab where there was no spear.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "\"Yah!\" said Lil sharply. \"You just like to talk. Why should the\n Officers want us killed off anyhow?\"\n\n\n Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins.", "Kirk followed. The wind was cold, howling up from the outer gullies.\nThe Officer of the Day was waiting at the north end of the wall.", "Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice\n stopped, and then the blood wasn't pumping any more, just oozing.", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "That ladder made Kirk think of Pa. It was the only way for a man to get\n into the outer gullies from the west escarpment of the colony. He shook" ], [ "that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live\n no matter what happens to us. We're fools, Wes! A lot of bloody fools!\"", "including the Officers? As for slow death—well, they think we're dumb.\n They've kept us away from the Ship ever since the\nCrash\n, and nobody", "And the Officers wouldn't do that. If they wanted us killed off they'd\n let the Piruts in on us, or the shags, and let 'em finish us quick.", "And beyond the Engineers—the Officers.", "The Officer, the bloody wall, the stars and the cold grey gullies all\n went away. There was nothing but darkness, and wind, a long way off.", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "The Officer's eyes held a quick fire. \"Boy! Do you know what you're\n saying?\"\n\n\n \"You bet I know!\"", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "\"Yes.\" The O.D. was also the Third Officer. Taller than Kirk, thinner,\n with the hair going grey on his body and exhausted eyes sunk deep under\n his horny overlids. He said quietly:", "It was the wall. He saw that after a while. The wall where the Officer\n had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side.\n The Officer was gone.", "Officers and the Engineers ever done to you that you should want to\n kill them—all but the Captain's yellow daughter?\"", "He said, \"Pa.\"\n\n\n The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk.\n He hadn't, after the first glance.", "\"Worse for us, or for you?\" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in\n the wind. \"Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up\n there in the Ship they won't let us touch?\"", "It was hard to move. He'd never been tired like this before. He'd never\n been afraid like this, either. He didn't know what he was afraid of.\n Something in the Officer's voice.", "\"Please try to understand,\" whispered the Officer. \"I had to do it.\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "He coughed. The Officers' voices rang sharp through the wind. Compact\n groups of men began to run, off toward the west. The whisper of sound", "\"I would like to kill the Captain and the First Officer and the Second\n Officer and all the little Officers, and the Engineers, and all their\n families.\"", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "The Officer put his hands flat on the top of the wall and looked at\n them as if they were strange things and no part of him." ], [ "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "Kirk looked up the hill. Officers were running from the huts below the\n gaunt, dead Ship. They didn't look so different from the Hans, only", "that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live\n no matter what happens to us. We're fools, Wes! A lot of bloody fools!\"", "The huts of the Engineers were larger than those in the Hansquarter.\n The huts of the Officers were not much larger than the Engineers', but", "The Officer's eyes held a quick fire. \"Boy! Do you know what you're\n saying?\"\n\n\n \"You bet I know!\"", "\"It's up to you, Wes. You're the only one that really knows about the\n Ship. You'll do better than I would, anyhow. You're a fighter. You\n carry it on, so the Hans can live. Promise.\"", "on the plain, and Ma and Lil and the little ones, and the baby. You had\n to fight the Piruts, no matter what you thought about the Officers. You\n had to keep them from getting onto the plain.", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "It was the wall. He saw that after a while. The wall where the Officer\n had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side.\n The Officer was gone.", "including the Officers? As for slow death—well, they think we're dumb.\n They've kept us away from the Ship ever since the\nCrash\n, and nobody", "And beyond the Engineers—the Officers.", "The Officer put his hands flat on the top of the wall and looked at\n them as if they were strange things and no part of him.", "The Officer, the bloody wall, the stars and the cold grey gullies all\n went away. There was nothing but darkness, and wind, a long way off.", "And the Officers wouldn't do that. If they wanted us killed off they'd\n let the Piruts in on us, or the shags, and let 'em finish us quick.", "\"Worse for us, or for you?\" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in\n the wind. \"Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up\n there in the Ship they won't let us touch?\"", "It was hard to move. He'd never been tired like this before. He'd never\n been afraid like this, either. He didn't know what he was afraid of.\n Something in the Officer's voice.", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "Beyond the Hansquarter, just where the flat plain began to rise, were\n the Engineers. Not many of them any more. You could see the dusty lumps", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed" ], [ "\"It's up to you, Wes. You're the only one that really knows about the\n Ship. You'll do better than I would, anyhow. You're a fighter. You\n carry it on, so the Hans can live. Promise.\"", "\"We don't know, Wes! The Ship is—well, we shouldn't talk about it.", "Randl's narrow shoulders twitched. \"Near as we know, their legend is\n the same as ours. Something holy in the Ship, sacred and tabu. Only", "\"There must be something in the Ship that they don't want us to have.\n Something valuable, something they want to keep for themselves. What\n else could it be but heat-stones and maybe dried meat?\"", "He said, \"Wonder how they got so close, so fast?\"\n\n\n \"Some trick.\" Randl laughed suddenly. \"Funny their wanting the Ship as\n much as you and I do.\"", "\"Not when we can see 'em, no. Of course not. But how do we know they\n haven't got ways of getting into the Ship that don't show from the\n plain? Jakk says a lot goes on that we don't know about.\"", "Kirk nodded. He couldn't say anything. The heat was dying in Randl's\n eyes.\n\n\n \"Listen, Wes. I saw the secret way into Ship. Bend closer, and\n listen....\"", "Kirk looked up the hill. Officers were running from the huts below the\n gaunt, dead Ship. They didn't look so different from the Hans, only", "\"It's what everybody says. Why else would they guard the Ship the way\n they do? We can't even get near the outside of it.\"\n\n\n Lil tossed her head. \"Well neither do they.\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "there had been, the old ones said. The Hans died, and the huts were\n empty, and the wind and the earth took them back again.", "\"I saw her,\" said Randl hoarsely. \"She was carrying heat-stones into\n the Ship.\"", "Pa, and the Ship with the heat-stones in it, and the Captain's yellow\n daughter getting fat and warm while my sisters freeze and go hungry.", "including the Officers? As for slow death—well, they think we're dumb.\n They've kept us away from the Ship ever since the\nCrash\n, and nobody", "Lil snorted. \"And where's that, Smarty?\"\n\n\n His anger forced out the forbidden words.\n\n\n \"Where everybody says, stupid! Into the Ship.\"", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "The captain's yellow daughter, taking life into the Ship.\nIt was a big raid. Kirk saw that when he scrambled up out of the last", "Highest and nearest, right under the titanic shape lifting jagged\n against the icy stars from the crest of the ridge.\n\n\n The Ship.", "behind them, and then climbing on the round hairy bodies. It took\n courage, because sometimes the shags turned and clawed the men who\n drove them, and sometimes the dead ones weren't quite dead and it was" ], [ "He said, \"Pa.\"\n\n\n The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk.\n He hadn't, after the first glance.", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "\"Yes.\" The O.D. was also the Third Officer. Taller than Kirk, thinner,\n with the hair going grey on his body and exhausted eyes sunk deep under\n his horny overlids. He said quietly:", "Kirk followed. The wind was cold, howling up from the outer gullies.\nThe Officer of the Day was waiting at the north end of the wall.", "\"I'm sorry to have to tell you this....\"\n\n\n Kirk knew. The knowledge leaped through him. It was strange, to feel a\n spear-stab where there was no spear.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was\n only a whisper, but it had a hard edge. The baby's thin, terrible wail\n was still in his ears.", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "\"Yah!\" said Lil sharply. \"You just like to talk. Why should the\n Officers want us killed off anyhow?\"\n\n\n Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins.", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "Randl's hands slid away, so that Kirk could see the hole the stone had\n made. Everything seemed to be very quiet.", "\"Worse for us, or for you?\" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in\n the wind. \"Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up\n there in the Ship they won't let us touch?\"", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"" ], [ "The captain's yellow daughter, taking life into the Ship.\nIt was a big raid. Kirk saw that when he scrambled up out of the last", "The great alarm gong by the Captain's hut.", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "\"Yah!\" cried a shrill voice over his shoulder. \"All but the Captain's\n yellow daughter!\"", "there were more of them and they climbed higher up the grey slope.\n Five, nearly six hands of them, with the Captain's metal-roofed place\n highest of all.", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"", "The Officer, the bloody wall, the stars and the cold grey gullies all\n went away. There was nothing but darkness, and wind, a long way off.", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "Officers and the Engineers ever done to you that you should want to\n kill them—all but the Captain's yellow daughter?\"", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "Kirk looked up. Someone was standing at the doorway of the Captain's\n hut. Someone tall and slender and the color of the Sunstar from head to\n foot.", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "\"Rot, is it? Jakk Randl knew. He saw with his own eyes and he told me\n while he was dying. The Captain's yellow daughter, sneaking heat-stones\n into....\"", "Pa, and the Ship with the heat-stones in it, and the Captain's yellow\n daughter getting fat and warm while my sisters freeze and go hungry.", "talked that much before. It was the baby, crying in the cold, that set\n him off. Suppose someone had heard him. Suppose he was reported for a\n mutineer. That meant the sucking-plant....", "No time to think about that. Wite, the second son of the First Officer,\n was signalling for double time. Kirk ran faster, his ears twitching\n furiously as they sifted the flying echoes into some kind of order.", "It was the wall. He saw that after a while. The wall where the Officer\n had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side.\n The Officer was gone.", "Kirk followed. The wind was cold, howling up from the outer gullies.\nThe Officer of the Day was waiting at the north end of the wall.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two" ] ]

[ "How did the auditioners know what to read on Saturday?", "What is the storyline of Come Closer?", "Which characters don’t like to watch the auditions?", "What does the story teach the reader about their process of casting?", "What role does Greta audition for?", "What is Randy’s role during the auditions?", "What is the relationship like between Peggy and Paula?" ]

[ [ "Peggy selected passages from the earlier drafts of the play for auditioners", "Amy assigned passages based on personalities of the auditioners", "Mal selected passages for each auditioner", "Randy randomly assigned passages to test the depth of acting" ], [ "A newspaper director hires a young reporter who is the best they have ever seen", "Unknown", "The male lead tries to gain the love of a career woman", "A career woman takes others under her wing to learn the ropes of the printing industry" ], [ "Peggy, Randy, Paula", "Mal, Randy, Amy", "Mal, Peggy, Paula", "Greta, Paula, Peggy" ], [ "Acting ability is most important before looks", "Finding someone with comedic talent is a high priority", "The look of the person is most important before acting ability", "Have the people audition reading the same passage and then assign their roles by personality" ], [ "Career woman", "Lead female\n", "Director", "Unknown" ], [ "He is not required at auditions", "Quiet observer", "He coaches the folks auditioning prior to going on", "Cues up the lines for the auditions" ], [ "Amicable acquaintances", "Old friends", "Competitive actors", "Housemates" ] ]

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[ [ "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "more. Finally, there were only four left, Paula\n among them. Mal thanked them, distributed scripts,\n and asked them to be at the Penthouse Theater on\n Saturday at noon.", "Scarcely noticing the rest of the proceedings, she\n thought only about the coming readings. She was\n so familiar with the play that she knew she had an", "to have no idea at all about the play or its meaning,\n and Peggy was sure that these men had read only\n the parts marked for them. Others had a clear understanding", "own rule of caution, “I’m sure, too! I’ll see you Saturday.\n Even if I don’t get a script, I’ll be there just to\n hear you read!”", "Following his reading, Mal again repeated his\n polite, invariable formula, “Thank you. We’ll let you\n know our decision in a day or two,” and called for\n the next reading.", "“Do you think they’ll ever get through all these\n people?” Amy asked, interrupting her thoughts.\n “How can they hope to hear so many actors read for\n them in just one afternoon?”", "Only four actresses came forward, and Mal, with\n difficulty, reviewed them all. Unable to eliminate by\n type, he gave them all scripts and asked them to", "The same process was then followed for the leading\n men, and the same wide range of talent and understanding\n of the part was displayed. Some seemed", "Cast Call\n“First casting calls are so difficult,” Peggy Lane\n said, looking ruefully at the fifty or more actresses\n and actors who milled about nervously, chatting with\n one another, or sat on the few folding chairs trying\n to read.", "“If you’re laughing at the play,” Randy said\n gloomily, “I can hardly blame you. You never know\n just how badly you’ve written until someone gets up\n and starts to read your lines.”", "given copies of the play to study, marked at the passages\n I want to hear. Be sure to read the whole play\n carefully, so that you understand the workings of the", "with great care. Amy, who was acting as Mal’s assistant\n for the production, sat in a chair by the proscenium,\n reading her script by the light of a small", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "The men left, after being given their scripts, and\n though they chatted amiably with one another,\n Peggy was sure that each was casting rather hostile", "discussed it with Randy through each revision. She\n knew she could play the part; in fact, she suspected\n secretly that Randy had written it for her, and the", "But despite this knowledge, she could not help\n looking ahead—all the way ahead—to the restless\n stir of the opening-night audience out front, the last-minute", "“All right, gentlemen,” Mal called out. “That takes\n care of the male roles. All of you who are left will be" ], [ "17\n\n “What do you think of\nCome Closer\n, Paula?” asked\n Peggy.", "Come\n Closer\n, Randy Brewster’s brilliant new play in which\n Peggy Lane would be discovered!", "“Come on out to the lobby, and I’ll tell you,” Greta\n Larsen said, with a toss of her head that made her\n thick blond braid spin around and settle over her\n shoulder.", "nobody even came close to Peggy. But I’ve never\n felt so off in my life as I did reading that part. It’s a\n wonder any of you even want to be seen with me!”", "Wishing each other good luck, they entered the\n darkened part of the house and prepared for what\n Peggy could only think of as their ordeal.", "“Yes. There are about a dozen of us, more or less.\n We live in a place called the Gramercy Arms—a", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "Only when Amy started to laugh did the three\n others realize how much alike they had sounded.\n Then they joined in the laughter and couldn’t seem", "ladders, a table and two straight-backed chairs. Only\n the front row of house lights was on, and the back of\n the theater was dark, empty and gloomy, a shadowy", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "“But I thought you were in New Haven, getting\n ready to open\nOver the Hill\n,” Peggy said, when they\n had reached the lobby. “What on earth are you doing\n here?”", "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "preparations backstage, the bright, hot lights\n and the smell of make-up and scenery paint as she\n waited to go on in Act One, Scene One of\nCome", "entered the theater as Peggy was leaving and, as she\n passed, one reached out and grabbed her arm.", "the play, and I know the author and director, and\n unless I’m way off, you look just the way the lead\n should look. In fact, it’s almost uncanny. You look as", "Afterward, as Peggy, Amy, Paula, and Greta sat at\n a table in a nearby coffeehouse waiting for Mal and\n Randy to join them, each was sure that she had been", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "to Amy to take notes, and asked questions.\n After a few minutes, the men left, two of them looking\n happy, two resigned. Then Mal stood and called", "for her friendship with him was of a different sort\n than with Mal. Mal was just a friend—a good one,\n to be sure—but with Randy Brewster, somehow," ], [ "couldn’t stand watching the casting interviews any\n longer. It reminded her too much of the livestock\n shows she had attended as a youngster in her home", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "Instead of answering, Paula suddenly stood up.\n “Let’s go see how they’re coming with the actors,” she\n said. “I think they’re almost finished.”\n\n8", "Mal went down the line, regretfully dismissing one\n after the other of the girls, and occasionally asking\n one to step aside to try for another role. His tough-looking", "“They won’t go back to the rejects,” Peggy explained,\n “because they both have a pretty good idea\n of what the characters in the play should look like.", "“If you’re laughing at the play,” Randy said\n gloomily, “I can hardly blame you. You never know\n just how badly you’ve written until someone gets up\n and starts to read your lines.”", "“Oh, they won’t be doing readings today,” Peggy\n replied, glad to turn her attention from what was becoming", "The men left, after being given their scripts, and\n though they chatted amiably with one another,\n Peggy was sure that each was casting rather hostile", "of them just haven’t got a chance. I can’t help feeling\n sorry for them—for all of us, I mean. After all, I’m\n trying for a part, too.”", "“You have a lot more talent than judgment,” Greta\n said mournfully. “You were perfect. And so was\n Paula. As for me....” Her voice trailed off in despair.", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "more. Finally, there were only four left, Paula\n among them. Mal thanked them, distributed scripts,\n and asked them to be at the Penthouse Theater on\n Saturday at noon.", "“Do you think they’ll ever get through all these\n people?” Amy asked, interrupting her thoughts.\n “How can they hope to hear so many actors read for\n them in just one afternoon?”", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "The door at the back of the theater opened quietly,\n and Peggy, turning around in her seat, saw a few of\n the actresses entering. They quietly found seats in\n the rear and settled down to await their turn.", "But despite this knowledge, she could not help\n looking ahead—all the way ahead—to the restless\n stir of the opening-night audience out front, the last-minute", "3\n\n “But what if the people they pick for looks can’t\n act?” Amy asked. “And what if some of the rejects\n are wonderful actors?”", "Cast Call\n“First casting calls are so difficult,” Peggy Lane\n said, looking ruefully at the fifty or more actresses\n and actors who milled about nervously, chatting with\n one another, or sat on the few folding chairs trying\n to read.", "The Hopefuls\nThe audience consisted of a handful of actors and\n actresses, and Randy Brewster and Mallory Seton.", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast." ], [ "a difficult subject for thought. “This is just a\n first cast call. All they want to do today is pick people\n for type. They’ll select all the possible ones, send", "And if the people they pick aren’t good enough actors,\n then they hold another cast call and try again.\n Mal says that sometimes certain parts are so hard to", "Following his reading, Mal again repeated his\n polite, invariable formula, “Thank you. We’ll let you\n know our decision in a day or two,” and called for\n the next reading.", "The same process was then followed for the leading\n men, and the same wide range of talent and understanding\n of the part was displayed. Some seemed", "Mal went down the line, regretfully dismissing one\n after the other of the girls, and occasionally asking\n one to step aside to try for another role. His tough-looking", "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "Cast Call\n“First casting calls are so difficult,” Peggy Lane\n said, looking ruefully at the fifty or more actresses\n and actors who milled about nervously, chatting with\n one another, or sat on the few folding chairs trying\n to read.", "Each actor, no matter how good or how bad, was\n treated with impersonal courtesy by Mal, and each\n left looking sure that the part was his. Peggy was", "“If you’re laughing at the play,” Randy said\n gloomily, “I can hardly blame you. You never know\n just how badly you’ve written until someone gets up\n and starts to read your lines.”", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "couldn’t stand watching the casting interviews any\n longer. It reminded her too much of the livestock\n shows she had attended as a youngster in her home", "Instead of answering, Paula suddenly stood up.\n “Let’s go see how they’re coming with the actors,” she\n said. “I think they’re almost finished.”\n\n8", "Paula returned to Peggy with eyes shining. “Oh,\n Peggy! I think you were right! I just know I’m going\n to get the part! I know it!”\n\n10", "3\n\n “But what if the people they pick for looks can’t\n act?” Amy asked. “And what if some of the rejects\n are wonderful actors?”", "finally decided, and very sensibly, that it would be\n easier to just throw the whole thing out. I’m afraid\n he lost a lot of money, and he didn’t have any more\n left.”", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "“I think you do have a chance,” Peggy said. “In\n fact, if you can act, I bet you’ll get the part. I’ve read", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "the part wrong. I thought I had the character clear in\n my mind, but I’m sure that the way it came out was a\n mile off!”" ], [ "“Greta, this is Paula Andrews. She’s reading for the\n lead today, and I hope she gets it. Paula, I want you\n to meet Greta Larsen, one of my housemates.”", "Greta nodded decisively. “If you can act, you’re\n made for it,” she said.\n\n\n “That’s just what Peggy said!”", "“Peggy tactfully neglected to mention that the\n play flopped,” Greta laughed, “and now I’m back in\n town without a job. In fact, that’s why I’m here.”", "“I don’t know how you can say that, Greta,” Paula\n put in. “I know you were the best in your part, and", "wonderful place—and we live like one big noisy family.\n The Arms is run just for young actresses, so we\n all have a lot in common. I haven’t seen Greta for", "“Not really,” Greta said. “The part wasn’t too\n good, and I’d just as soon not be in a disaster. Anyway,", "I can get some kind of supporting role in this play,\n but I don’t think I’m ready for anything big yet. By\n the way, my name is Peggy Lane. What’s yours?”", "6\n\n “I’m Paula Andrews,” the girl answered, “and\n maybe I’m shooting too high, but I’m trying out for\n the female lead. I hope I have a chance for it.”", "“I think you do have a chance,” Peggy said. “In\n fact, if you can act, I bet you’ll get the part. I’ve read", "“The part calls for a pretty girl,” Mal said with a rare\n smile, “but not for a girl so pretty that she’ll dominate\n the stage! It was a pleasure to look at you, but I’m", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "come to the theater. Then he called for “character\n ingénues” and Peggy joined seven other girls in the\n “livestock show.”", "“Come on out to the lobby, and I’ll tell you,” Greta\n Larsen said, with a toss of her head that made her\n thick blond braid spin around and settle over her\n shoulder.", "discussed it with Randy through each revision. She\n knew she could play the part; in fact, she suspected\n secretly that Randy had written it for her, and the", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "“Oh, I’m just beginning,” Peggy said. “I’m still\n studying at the New York Dramatic Academy. I hope", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "“I’m lucky there,” Greta replied. “I’ve seen it\n in three different drafts since it started. Peggy’s", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and", "of them just haven’t got a chance. I can’t help feeling\n sorry for them—for all of us, I mean. After all, I’m\n trying for a part, too.”" ], [ "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "discussed it with Randy through each revision. She\n knew she could play the part; in fact, she suspected\n secretly that Randy had written it for her, and the", "“If you’re laughing at the play,” Randy said\n gloomily, “I can hardly blame you. You never know\n just how badly you’ve written until someone gets up\n and starts to read your lines.”", "Mal went down the line, regretfully dismissing one\n after the other of the girls, and occasionally asking\n one to step aside to try for another role. His tough-looking", "It was at this point that Mal and Randy came in,\n with pleasant, if somewhat brisk, nods to the assembled\n actors and actresses, and a special smile for", "The Hopefuls\nThe audience consisted of a handful of actors and\n actresses, and Randy Brewster and Mallory Seton.", "table. Her job was to take names and addresses, and\n to jot down any facts about each actor that Randy\n and Mal wanted to be sure to remember.", "Mal started the proceedings by introducing himself\n and Randy. Then, estimating the crowd, he said,\n “Since there are fewer men here, and also fewer male", "least for this play. Mal and Randy told you that\n you’re just too pretty for any of the parts that fit\n your age, and that’s nothing to feel bad about. If", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "honey, is it? But the ones I feel sorriest for\n right now are Mal and Randy. After all, they have\n the unpleasant job of choosing and refusing, and a", "“You can’t let yourself worry about that,” Randy\n replied. “The good ones know they’re good, and", "friendly with Randy Brewster, the boy who wrote it,\n and each time she brought a draft home, I got to\n read it. So I’m not at a disadvantage.”", "more. Finally, there were only four left, Paula\n among them. Mal thanked them, distributed scripts,\n and asked them to be at the Penthouse Theater on\n Saturday at noon.", "“Do you think they’ll ever get through all these\n people?” Amy asked, interrupting her thoughts.\n “How can they hope to hear so many actors read for\n them in just one afternoon?”", "And if the people they pick aren’t good enough actors,\n then they hold another cast call and try again.\n Mal says that sometimes certain parts are so hard to", "with great care. Amy, who was acting as Mal’s assistant\n for the production, sat in a chair by the proscenium,\n reading her script by the light of a small", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”" ], [ "Not wanting to press Paula further, and feeling\n that perhaps she had asked too personal a question\n on such short acquaintance, Peggy reluctantly stood", "Peggy’s friend and housemate, Amy Preston,\n smiled in agreement and said, “It’s not an easy business,", "figures. It was not going to be easy for Mal to make a\n choice. As Paula, her new friend, went forward to\n join the others, Peggy whispered a word of encouragement,", "expression hardly varied as he spoke to each\n one, but Peggy thought she saw the ghost of a smile\n cross his face when he spoke to Paula Andrews. Another\n review of the remaining girls eliminated a few", "At that moment, Peggy saw Paula Andrews enter\n the lobby, and she motioned to her to join them.", "Peggy looked carefully at her new friend, at the\n somewhat uncertain smile that played about her\n well-formed, generous mouth and the intelligence", "17\n\n “What do you think of\nCome Closer\n, Paula?” asked\n Peggy.", "Paula returned to Peggy with eyes shining. “Oh,\n Peggy! I think you were right! I just know I’m going\n to get the part! I know it!”\n\n10", "Peggy turned in surprise to find herself greeted\n with a broad grin and a quick companionable kiss.\n\n\n “Greta!” she cried. “What are you doing here?”", "Afterward, as Peggy, Amy, Paula, and Greta sat at\n a table in a nearby coffeehouse waiting for Mal and\n Randy to join them, each was sure that she had been", "Amy and Peggy. In a businesslike manner, they settled\n themselves at a table near the windows, spread\n out scripts and pads and pencils, and prepared for", "Peggy nodded sympathetically. “But it wasn’t just\n your accent, Amy,” she said. “It’s your looks, too. At", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "“Oh, they won’t be doing readings today,” Peggy\n replied, glad to turn her attention from what was becoming", "nobody even came close to Peggy. But I’ve never\n felt so off in my life as I did reading that part. It’s a\n wonder any of you even want to be seen with me!”", "student at the Academy when Peggy had\n started there, and he was a good friend of hers. She\n had worked with him before, as a general assistant,", "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "“The one who needs luck is me, I’m afraid,” Peggy\n said. “Being friendly with Randy and Mal isn’t going", "“Oh, I’m just beginning,” Peggy said. “I’m still\n studying at the New York Dramatic Academy. I hope", "the chore that faced them. Amy, who was there to\n help the boys by acting as secretary for the occasion,\n wished Peggy good luck, and joined the boys at the" ] ]

[ "What did Martin and Johnson have in common?", "How did Johnson’s scientific work explain The Dreaming?", "What is the relationship like between Caldwell and Johnson?", "How many different bars do Vee Vee and Johnson visit in the story?", "What best describes how the participants experience The Dreaming?", "How many other individuals are Caldwell and Johnson working cooperatively with to find Martin in the story?", "How do Caldwell and Johnson keep in communication when they are out of sight of each other?", "How are humans generally treated on Venus?", "Why doesn’t Johnson remember Caldwell when they see each other for the first time?" ]

[ [ "Interest in electromagnetic studies", "They were both deceived by Vee Vee", "Colleagues at an Earth university", "Both dreamt of space ships" ], [ "Venusians accessed electromagnetic fields humans were unable to", "Venusian dreams penetrated human minds due to their lack of telepathy", "Humans reacted to other humans dreams, but not Venusians", "His work was not explained in enough detail" ], [ "Adversarial colleagues", "Secret lovers", "Suspicious and guarded", "Partners on a mission" ], [ "Two", "Three", "Four", "One" ], [ "Each experience the dream that Unger is having as he levitates", "Participants choose their dream contents like a video game selection", "Each have their own dream", "Participants watch, but don’t dream themselves" ], [ "Zero", "Four", "Two", "One" ], [ "Wrist phones", "Sending notes with the waiter", "They don't", "Telepathy" ], [ "Humans have never visited Venus", "All humans are revered", "Treated as if they were Venusians themselves", "With little regard" ], [ "Johnson and Caldwell are both incapable of recognizing each other due to The Dreaming", "Johnson was brainwashed by Martin", "Vee Vee has infiltrated Johnson’s memories", "They are only pretending not to recognize each other" ] ]

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[ [ "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "sensed a pattern. Perhaps the path to the far-off stars passed this\n way, through such scented and musical and impossible places as these\n Rooms of the Dreamers. Certainly Martin thought so. And Johnson himself", "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"It's Martin!\" Caldwell shouted. \"He\nis\nhere!\"", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "Caldwell had said that she had been asking about Martin. What\n connection did she have with that frantic human genius he sought here?", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "Johnson had not seen Unger appear. One second the circle of light\n had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the", "and the perfume, and by something else. It was this something else\n that sent Johnson's thoughts pounding. The Venusians were like opium", "\"Certainly,\" Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the\n moment. That there was danger in it, he did not doubt. But there might\n be something else. And\nhe\nmight be there.", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "\"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing\n if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then\n there was no doubt who you were!\" Her words went on and on.", "She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to\n say she held no malice. Her fingers tightened on Johnson's arm. He", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"I sweat....\" his skin began.\n\n\n \"Watch Unger!\" Johnson said." ], [ "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "When Johnson found him, he found too the secret to that\n \nglobe-shaking mystery—the fabulous Room of The Dreaming.", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "sensed a pattern. Perhaps the path to the far-off stars passed this\n way, through such scented and musical and impossible places as these\n Rooms of the Dreamers. Certainly Martin thought so. And Johnson himself", "The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see\n them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that\n force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated.", "\"Um,\" Johnson said. \"The great Unger!\" His voice expressed surprise,\n just the right amount of it. \"I'll have a tarmur to start but when does\n the dreaming commence?\"", "\"That human hidden there did it! He broke the Dreaming!\" Anger marked\n the voices. Although the language was Venusian, Johnson got most of the", "Under the circle of light pouring down from the ceiling, the Dreamer\n lay motionless. Johnson found himself with the tendency to hold his", "flat on the mat, adjusted the rest to support his head, and apparently\n went to sleep. Johnson saw the Dreamer's eyes close, watched the chest\n take on the even, regular rhythm of sleep.", "\"The space ship!\"\n\n\n \"No. No.\" She seemed startled and a little terrified and half asleep.\n \"I ... I was watching something else. When you moved I broke contact\n with my dream.\"", "and the perfume, and by something else. It was this something else\n that sent Johnson's thoughts pounding. The Venusians were like opium", "minds had not known existed. The room was pleasantly cool but it had\n the feel of dampness. A world that was rarely without pelting rain\n would have the feel of dampness in its dreaming rooms.", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "There was a split second of startled silence in the Dreaming Room. The\n silence went. Voices came.\n\n\n \"Who did that?\"\n\n\n \"What happened?\"", "Dreamer. He suspected that other forces, unknown to him, were catching\n hold of his senses. He had been in dreaming rooms many times before but\n he had not grown accustomed to them. He wondered if any human ever", "The fingers dug into his arm. Pain came up in him. The space ship\n vanished. He looked with startled eyes at Vee Vee, at the Dream Room,\n at Unger, dreaming on the mat under the spot.", "As Unger had come into the spotlight, so the space ship had come into\n his vision, out of nowhere, out of nothingness. The room, the Dreamer,", "his touch at dreaming, mighty one.\" The headwaiter spread his hands\n in a gesture indicating ecstasy. \"It is my great regret that I must do", "\"Shall we go watch the dreaming?\" He took the arm that still hung limp\n at her side and tucked it into his elbow." ], [ "Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson\n entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed\n that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to\n recognize Caldwell.", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bump into you.\" Caldwell's voice was still\n thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell.", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "caught the flutter of her breathing. On his left, Caldwell stiffened\n and became a rock.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "zlock. Finest damn drink in the solar system.\" Caldwell's voice was\n thick, his tongue heavy. Johnson's eyes went back to the girl but out", "She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to\n say she held no malice. Her fingers tightened on Johnson's arm. He", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "Caldwell had said that she had been asking about Martin. What\n connection did she have with that frantic human genius he sought here?", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired\n blindly at the mass of Venusians. Caldwell was firing too. The soft", "\"It's Martin!\" Caldwell shouted. \"He\nis\nhere!\"" ], [ "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "The music changed, a slow dreamy tempo crept into it. Vee Vee's fingers\n dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"In one zonar or maybe less. Shall I make ze reservations for ze mighty\n one?\" As he was speaking, the headwaiter was deftly conducting Johnson\n to the bar.", "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "\"But certainly.\" The headwaiter was gone into the throng. Johnson was\n at the bar. Behind it, a Venusian was bowing to him. \"Tarmur,\" Johnson", "\"There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew.\"\n\"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?\"", "\"I am not a child,\" she answered with a firm sureness that left no\n doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. \"And my name is\n Vee Vee.\"", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "\"You ... you startled me,\" Vee Vee whispered. She released the grip on\n his arm.\n\n\n \"But, didn't you see it?\"\n\n\n \"See what?\"", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on\n a ramp, found a Venusian was beating him to them, deftly changed to", "another nest, found it. Vee Vee flowed to the floor on his right, moved\n cushions to make him more comfortable. She moved in an easy sort of way" ], [ "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "There was a split second of startled silence in the Dreaming Room. The\n silence went. Voices came.\n\n\n \"Who did that?\"\n\n\n \"What happened?\"", "minds had not known existed. The room was pleasantly cool but it had\n the feel of dampness. A world that was rarely without pelting rain\n would have the feel of dampness in its dreaming rooms.", "\"Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself\n will be here to do ze dreaming. There is no ozzer one who has quite", "So far as he could tell, he was the only one present who was not\n dreaming, who was not in a state of trance.\n\n\n His gaze went to Unger, the Dreamer....", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "\"Shall we go watch the dreaming?\" He took the arm that still hung limp\n at her side and tucked it into his elbow.", "Dreamer. He suspected that other forces, unknown to him, were catching\n hold of his senses. He had been in dreaming rooms many times before but\n he had not grown accustomed to them. He wondered if any human ever", "\"Um,\" Johnson said. \"The great Unger!\" His voice expressed surprise,\n just the right amount of it. \"I'll have a tarmur to start but when does\n the dreaming commence?\"", "\"The space ship!\"\n\n\n \"No. No.\" She seemed startled and a little terrified and half asleep.\n \"I ... I was watching something else. When you moved I broke contact\n with my dream.\"", "The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see\n them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that\n force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated.", "his touch at dreaming, mighty one.\" The headwaiter spread his hands\n in a gesture indicating ecstasy. \"It is my great regret that I must do", "The fingers dug into his arm. Pain came up in him. The space ship\n vanished. He looked with startled eyes at Vee Vee, at the Dream Room,\n at Unger, dreaming on the mat under the spot.", "Under the circle of light pouring down from the ceiling, the Dreamer\n lay motionless. Johnson found himself with the tendency to hold his", "Dreamer, and no one else, can levitate, can defy the laws of gravity,\n can float upward toward the ceiling. Your damned eyes are tricking you!\"", "\"We are not tricking you!\" the eyes hotly insisted. \"It is happening.\n We are seeing it. We are reporting accurately to you. That Venusian\n Buddha is levitating. We, your eyes, do not lie to you!\"", "sensed a pattern. Perhaps the path to the far-off stars passed this\n way, through such scented and musical and impossible places as these\n Rooms of the Dreamers. Certainly Martin thought so. And Johnson himself", "As Unger had come into the spotlight, so the space ship had come into\n his vision, out of nowhere, out of nothingness. The room, the Dreamer,", "suddenly uncertain, suddenly scared. In the Room of the Dreaming, she\n had suddenly become a frightened child looking for protection.", "The vision of the space ship floating in the void entranced and\n thrilled him. Something told him that this was real; that here and now\n he was making contact with a vision that belonged to time." ], [ "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"It's Martin!\" Caldwell shouted. \"He\nis\nhere!\"", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "Caldwell had said that she had been asking about Martin. What\n connection did she have with that frantic human genius he sought here?", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson\n entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed\n that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to\n recognize Caldwell.", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell.", "\"Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bump into you.\" Caldwell's voice was still\n thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "sensed a pattern. Perhaps the path to the far-off stars passed this\n way, through such scented and musical and impossible places as these\n Rooms of the Dreamers. Certainly Martin thought so. And Johnson himself", "\"Be quiet!\" he said roughly.\n\n\n The little voices seemed to blend into a single chorus. \"Action,\n Master! Do something.\"\n\n\n \"Quiet!\" Johnson ordered.", "In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired\n blindly at the mass of Venusians. Caldwell was firing too. The soft", "caught the flutter of her breathing. On his left, Caldwell stiffened\n and became a rock.", "\"Die?\" the chorus quavered.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Johnson said. \"Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go\n together.\"", "\"Certainly,\" Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the\n moment. That there was danger in it, he did not doubt. But there might\n be something else. And\nhe\nmight be there.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He" ], [ "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson\n entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed\n that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to\n recognize Caldwell.", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bump into you.\" Caldwell's voice was still\n thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under", "caught the flutter of her breathing. On his left, Caldwell stiffened\n and became a rock.", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "of the corner of them he watched Caldwell's hand lying on the bar. The\n fingers were beating a quick nervous tattoo on the yellow wood.", "zlock. Finest damn drink in the solar system.\" Caldwell's voice was\n thick, his tongue heavy. Johnson's eyes went back to the girl but out", "Johnson had not seen Unger appear. One second the circle of light\n had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell.", "In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired\n blindly at the mass of Venusians. Caldwell was firing too. The soft", "\"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing\n if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then\n there was no doubt who you were!\" Her words went on and on.", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—" ], [ "There would only be the minor matter of slipping a knife into his back.\n\n\n In this city, as on all of Venus, humans died easily. No one questioned\n the motives of the killer.", "Around him, he saw that the Venusians were already going ... going ...\n going.... Some of them were already gone. This was an old experience\n to them. They went rapidly. Humans went more slowly.", "He looked quickly around them. The Venusians and humans moving into\n this room seemed to be paying no attention to him. His gaze came back\n to her.", "Johnson had no time to ask her what she meant. Somewhere in the back\n of the room a human screamed. He jerked around. Back there a knot of\n Venusians were attacking a man.", "Venusians were quiet. The music had shifted. A slow languorous beat\n of hidden drums filled the room. There was another sound present, a", "smiled up at him unafraid. Didn't she know there were men present here\n in this space port city who would snatch her bodily from the bar\n stool and carry her away for sleeping purposes? And Venusians were", "\"Yaaah!\" The silence of a room was broken by the enraged scream of a\n Venusian being jarred out of his dream.\n\n\n \"Damn it!\" A human voice said.", "Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on\n a ramp, found a Venusian was beating him to them, deftly changed to", "operation but they knocked out a human or a Venusian in a matter of\n seconds.", "love. Since this place had been designed to excite the senses of both\n humans and Venusians, the love feelings were heavily tinged with\n straight sex. He sniffed at them, feeling them somewhere inside of him,", "\"There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew.\"\n\"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?\"", "In the suddenly hushed place little sounds began to appear as Venusians\n and humans began to shift their feet and their bodies in anticipation\n of what was to happen.\n\n\n The trumpets flared again.", "and the perfume, and by something else. It was this something else\n that sent Johnson's thoughts pounding. The Venusians were like opium", "\"But certainly.\" The headwaiter was gone into the throng. Johnson was\n at the bar. Behind it, a Venusian was bowing to him. \"Tarmur,\" Johnson", "\"Is the mighty human wanting liquor, a woman or dreams?\" His voice\n was all soft syllables of liquid sound. The Venusian equivalent of a\n headwaiter was bowing to him.", "\"This is it!\" a voice whispered in his mind. \"This is what you came to\n Venus to see. This ... this....\" The first voice went into silence.\n Another voice took its place.", "\"Shouldn't I recognize one of Earth's foremost scientists, even if he\n is incognito on Venus?\" Her voice had a teasing quality in it.\n\n\n \"But—\"", "\"We are not tricking you!\" the eyes hotly insisted. \"It is happening.\n We are seeing it. We are reporting accurately to you. That Venusian\n Buddha is levitating. We, your eyes, do not lie to you!\"", "The Venusian watchers had relaxed. They looked as if they were asleep,\n perhaps in a hypnotic trance, lulled into this state by the music", "On Venus, everything came at you from all directions, it seemed to\n Johnson. Opening the door of the joint, it was noise instead of rain" ], [ "Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson\n entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed\n that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to\n recognize Caldwell.", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bump into you.\" Caldwell's voice was still\n thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under", "Johnson had not seen Unger appear. One second the circle of light\n had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the", "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell.", "\"How would I know?\"\n\n\n \"Please!\" Her voice grew sharp. \"I think Johnny Johnson ought to know.\"\n\n\n \"Johnny! How do you know my name?\"", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "\"It's Martin!\" Caldwell shouted. \"He\nis\nhere!\"", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "caught the flutter of her breathing. On his left, Caldwell stiffened\n and became a rock.", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to\n say she held no malice. Her fingers tightened on Johnson's arm. He", "\"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing\n if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then\n there was no doubt who you were!\" Her words went on and on.", "\"And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip\n and be able to break it instantly?\"\n\n\n \"Hell—\"", "In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired\n blindly at the mass of Venusians. Caldwell was firing too. The soft", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He" ] ]

[ "How many people are in charge of plotting navigational waypoints along the journey?", "About how big is the Cleopatra ship?", "What path did the ship Cleopatra take during the story?", "What are the Eridians?", "Why did the Eridians engage in war?", "How fast is second-order flight?", "How did Hendricks outfit the ship for war?", "What is the history between Tellurians and Eridians?", "What are the directions given to Cleopatra?", "What do Tellurians think of the phenomenon of group-mind?" ]

[ [ "One", "Two", "Zero", "Three" ], [ "Quite large, enough for at least a dozen crew", "Impossible to know", "Somewhat small, only large enough for 4 personnel", "Very small, only will fit Hendricks and Stryke" ], [ "Cleopatra Fleet Base - Tethys - 40 Eridani C II - hyper-space", "Tethys - Cleopatra Fleet Base - hyper-space - 40 Eridani C II - Mars", "Cleopatra Fleet Base - Tethys - 40 Eridani C II - hyper-space - 40 Eridani C II", "Tethys - Cleopatra Fleet Base - hyper-space - 40 Eridani C II - Tethys" ], [ "Drones without the ability to think autonomously", "A species capable of regrowing tentacles that are lost in combat", "Tentacled creatures with the ability to read each other's minds", "Tellurians that went rogue" ], [ "Their ability to overtake new planets and systems was threatened", "They sensed the Tellurians were going to ambush them and acted in defense", "They did not engage in war", "They sought revenge on the Tellurians" ], [ "Quarter the speed of light", "Twice the speed of light", "At least faster than the speed of light", "Half the speed of light" ], [ "She replaced the metal hull to keep it from melting", "She upgraded the weaponry to match what the Eridians were capable of", "She outfitted the ship for discovery, not war", "She had additional screens installed to withstand combat" ], [ "They are both trying to conquer the Saturn system", "They have not previously engaged before, though Tellurians have studied Eridians", "Eridians have tried to make contact with the Tellurians several times", "They have entangled in combat twice before" ], [ "Travel into previously undiscovered space, then they were redirected into combat", "Only one mission, to go and create a diversion in the war", "Return to Mars for the personnel to board Aphrodite and go to war with the Eridians", "Travel into a parallel universe where the Eridians are attacking other planets" ], [ "It has been described from other planets and they are developing ways to combat it", "It is foreign to them and not understood", "Tellurians revere the group mind and wish to contact Eridians for a better understanding", "The Tellurians are never aware of the group-mind, only the reader has that information" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne,\" Strykalski directed. \"On\n gyro-headings.\"", "Aboard, all hands stood at GQ. On the flying bridge Strykalski and\n Coburn Whitley worked steadily to set the ship into the proper position", "Strykalski and Ivy Hendricks stood beside Bayne in the dorsal blister\n while the astrogator sighted Altair through his polytant. His long,", "\"A perfect check with the plotted course! How's that for fancy dead\n reckoning?\" he exclaimed.", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "As they turned to go, all the pin-points of light that were the stars\n vanished, only to reappear in distorted groups ahead and behind the", "\"Celia, you'd better go relieve him. He'll have to work all night to\n get us an orbit plotted.\"\n\n\n \"Will do, Skipper,\" Celia Graham left.", "\"Astrogation here,\" came the shaky reply. In the exposed blisters the\n agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have", "Strike made an I-told-you-so gesture to his Executive. Then he turned\n toward the enlisted man at the helm. \"Quarter-master?\"", "\"Maintain a continuous radar-watch, Celia. We can't tell what we may\n encounter here.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain,\" replied Celia gratefully.", "Strike heaved his lanky frame upright. \"Well, I suppose we'd better\n call the crew in.\" He turned to Cob. \"Who is Officer of the Deck\n tonight?\"\n\n\n \"Bayne.\"", "\"Check your accumulators. We may have to fight. Have the gun-pointers\n get the plots from Radar. And load fish into all tubes.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" the woman rapped out.", "A tense week passed and then the ship neared the spot where a\n change over to prime-space could be effected. According to Bayne's", "The man looked up from his auto-pilot check. \"Sir.\"\n\n\n \"Steady as she goes.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "\"Certainly,\" Strykalski insisted quietly. \"You're so proud of your\n dead-reckoning. Here's a chance for you to do a real job. Get me an\n orbit.\"", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast", "Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making\n ready to fight his ship if need be ... and against lop-sided odds. But\n years of training were guiding him now.", "\"Yes, Captain.\"\n\n\n Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. \"Let's get back to the bridge, Ivy.\n It's going to be a hell of a rough half hour!\"", "crew was a unit ... a team in the true sense\n of the word. They served in her because they wanted to ... would serve", "begun. Swarms of techmen seemed to burst from the dome and take her\n over. Welders and physicists, naval architects and shipfitters, all" ], [ "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "Cleopatra\nor her crew.", "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "Ivy suggested that since the\nCleopatra\nand her crew were no part of", "Cleopatra\n. Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours\n wasted in nauseous free-fall.", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "Cleopatra\ndemanded attention and service, and her demanding saved\n them.", "Cleopatra\nalive....", "All that waited for the\nCleopatra\nin her own cosmos was a hot", "Radar Officer, and\n like all the rest, bound with chains of affection to the cranky old\n warship. The\nCleopatra's", "Coburn Whitley, the T.R.S.\nCleopatra's\nExecutive, set down his Martini\n and leaned over very slowly to give the paper a microscopic examination\n in the mellow light.", "re-crossed, shunted and spliced. Weird screen-like appendages were\n welded to her bow and stern. Workmen and engineers stomped through her", "began again. Ivy, as a former member of the\nCleopatra's\ncrew, was one\n of the family.", "tubes silent, the\nCleopatra\nrode the curvature of space toward\n Eridanus. At eight and a half light years from Sol, the second-order", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "\"Right.\" Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's\n club and heaved a heavy sigh. \"Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's\n going to be a long, long cruise, Captain.\"", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the" ], [ "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "Cleopatra\nor her crew.", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "Ivy suggested that since the\nCleopatra\nand her crew were no part of", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "began again. Ivy, as a former member of the\nCleopatra's\ncrew, was one\n of the family.", "Cleopatra\ndemanded attention and service, and her demanding saved\n them.", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "Cleopatra\n. Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours\n wasted in nauseous free-fall.", "All that waited for the\nCleopatra\nin her own cosmos was a hot", "Radar Officer, and\n like all the rest, bound with chains of affection to the cranky old\n warship. The\nCleopatra's", "re-crossed, shunted and spliced. Weird screen-like appendages were\n welded to her bow and stern. Workmen and engineers stomped through her", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "She struggled out of the flying bridge and down the ramp toward the\n engine deck. Strike and Cob stayed and sweated and cursed and fought.\n It seemed that she would never report.", "Cleopatra\nalive....", "\"Right.\" Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's\n club and heaved a heavy sigh. \"Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's\n going to be a long, long cruise, Captain.\"", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "Coburn Whitley, the T.R.S.\nCleopatra's\nExecutive, set down his Martini\n and leaned over very slowly to give the paper a microscopic examination\n in the mellow light." ], [ "Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single\n mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the", "It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own\n space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or", "who would have to fight it. And the Eridans! Awful leathery creatures\n with tentacles ... chlorine breathers! They would make a formidable", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all", "\"No, sir. The density index indicates spacecraft. High value in the\n chlorine lines....\"\n\n\n \"Eridans!\" cried Ivy.", "it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter\n with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they\n had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found", "the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand\n leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black\n spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as", "Only CSN Intelligence knew that the Eridans were warlike ... and that\n they were strongly suspected of having interstellar flight....", "reception at the hands of the defenders of 40 Eridani C II, while here\n was mystery at close range. Mystery that was not cosmic in scope ...", "\"The nonhumans from Eridanus have launched a major invasion of the\n solar Combine! All the colonies in Centaurus are being invaded!\"", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added\n rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral\n Gorman had no great affection for either the", "\"Just give me the dope,\" ordered Strike.\n\n\n \"The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the\n planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote,\" said the squawk-box flatly.", "just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable\n worlds that they had neared in this universe. Strike decided to heave\n to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said", "He was conscious of Cob standing beside him, looking out into this\n unknown universe and whispering in awe: \"\nWe're\nthe aliens here....\"", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The", "old bucket of a space-ship—why should the\n\n leathery-tentacled, chlorine-breathing\n\n Eridans take them seriously?", "\"Besides, we shouldn't be gallivanting around testing Ivy's electronic\n eyelash-curlers when the Eridans are likely to be swooshing around old\n Sol any day!\"", "\"Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne,\" Strykalski directed. \"On\n gyro-headings.\"", "Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war.\nLike a maddened bull terrier, the old monitor charged at the Eridan" ], [ "It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own\n space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or", "Only CSN Intelligence knew that the Eridans were warlike ... and that\n they were strongly suspected of having interstellar flight....", "Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single\n mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the", "it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter\n with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they\n had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found", "who would have to fight it. And the Eridans! Awful leathery creatures\n with tentacles ... chlorine breathers! They would make a formidable", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all", "Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war.\nLike a maddened bull terrier, the old monitor charged at the Eridan", "the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand\n leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black\n spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as", "\"The nonhumans from Eridanus have launched a major invasion of the\n solar Combine! All the colonies in Centaurus are being invaded!\"", "\"Just give me the dope,\" ordered Strike.\n\n\n \"The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the\n planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote,\" said the squawk-box flatly.", "reception at the hands of the defenders of 40 Eridani C II, while here\n was mystery at close range. Mystery that was not cosmic in scope ...", "reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added\n rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral\n Gorman had no great affection for either the", "vicious will to live that drove the Tellurian warship and her crew. But\n their numbers wore her down, cutting her strength with each blow that\n chanced to connect.", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "\"No, sir. The density index indicates spacecraft. High value in the\n chlorine lines....\"\n\n\n \"Eridans!\" cried Ivy.", "just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable\n worlds that they had neared in this universe. Strike decided to heave\n to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said", "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "parts of a single entity that never left the home globe ... a thing no\n human had seen. The group-mind. They were rabidly isolationist and they\n had refused any commerce with the Solar Combine.", "old bucket of a space-ship—why should the\n\n leathery-tentacled, chlorine-breathing\n\n Eridans take them seriously?", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The" ], [ "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast", "\"Radar!\"\n\n\n \"Right here, Skipper!\"\n\n\n \"We're going into second-order, Celia. Use UV Radar and keep tabs on\n them.\"", "her. Damage reports were flowing into the flying bridge from every\n point in the monitor's body. Lover-Girl was being hurt ... hurt badly.\n The second-order drive was damaged, not beyond repair, but out of", "\"Right here, Captain,\" came Cob Whitley's voice from the bridge.\n\n\n \"Shift into second-order! We'll have to try and run their net!\"", "Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making\n ready to fight his ship if need be ... and against lop-sided odds. But\n years of training were guiding him now.", "\"Cob,\" Strike directed with forced briskness, \"Take over Damage\n Control. See what can be done about the second-order drive.\"", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "builders could have imagined or prepared her to face. The net sucked\n the life from her second-order generators, and she slowed, like the\n victim of a nightmare. Now rays of heat reached out for her, grazing", "her flanks as she turned and twisted. One touched her atmospheric fins\n and melted them into slowly congealing globes of steel glowing with a", "hundred. That's the best I can do from this far away. They seem to\n have some sort of radiation net out and they are moving into spread\n formation.\"", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "An hour after blasting free of Tethys was pointed at the snaking river\n of stars below Orion that formed the constellation of Eridanus.", "Aboard, all hands stood at GQ. On the flying bridge Strykalski and\n Coburn Whitley worked steadily to set the ship into the proper position", "How long, he couldn't have known ... then.\nThe flight out was uneventful. Uneventful, that is for the T.R.S.", "She struggled out of the flying bridge and down the ramp toward the\n engine deck. Strike and Cob stayed and sweated and cursed and fought.\n It seemed that she would never report.", "hyper-ship that was still Old Aphrodisiac lifted from the ramp outside\n the Substation dome. She rose slowly at first, the radioactive flame", "The man looked up from his auto-pilot check. \"Sir.\"\n\n\n \"Steady as she goes.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "\"Certainly,\" Strykalski insisted quietly. \"You're so proud of your\n dead-reckoning. Here's a chance for you to do a real job. Get me an\n orbit.\"", "The sound of the calculator came through the grill. Then Celia replied:\n \"Range 170,000 miles, and there are more than fifty and less than two" ], [ "Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. \"Well, Captain Hendricks, this is some\n gadget you have dreamed up out of your Project Warp,\" he breathed", "Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making\n ready to fight his ship if need be ... and against lop-sided odds. But\n years of training were guiding him now.", "Ivy Hendricks came into the bridge then, a haggard look around her\n eyes. \"I came up through the ventral blister,\" she said, \"Bayne is down", "Strike made a passing effort to look stern and failed. \"You mean\nCaptain\nHendricks, don't you, Mister Whitley? Captain Hendricks of\n Project Warp?\"", "Hendricks has cooked up for Lover-Girl, and you know the old carp likes\n to be treated with respect.\" He affected a very knowing expression.", "He heard himself saying sharply into Ivy's communicator: \"See to it\n that my ship is fueled and armed for space within three hours!\"", "Strykalski and Ivy Hendricks stood beside Bayne in the dorsal blister\n while the astrogator sighted Altair through his polytant. His long,", "\"Yes, Captain.\"\n\n\n Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. \"Let's get back to the bridge, Ivy.\n It's going to be a hell of a rough half hour!\"", "\"Captain Hendricks!\" cried the man excitedly, \"A message is coming\n through from the Proxima transsender ... they're under attack!\"\n\n\n Strykalski was on his feet. \"Attack!\"", "Strykalski studied her. Yes, she hadn't changed. She was still the Ivy\n Hendricks he remembered. She was still calm, still lovely, and still\n very, very competent.", "companionways, bawling incomprehensible orders. And her crew watched in\n mute dismay. They had nothing to say about it...\nIvy Hendricks rose from her desk as Strike came into her Engineering", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "\"All right, Strike. I'll be ready,\" Ivy Hendricks said coolly.\nExactly three hours and five minutes later, the newly created", "Aboard, all hands stood at GQ. On the flying bridge Strykalski and\n Coburn Whitley worked steadily to set the ship into the proper position", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "re-crossed, shunted and spliced. Weird screen-like appendages were\n welded to her bow and stern. Workmen and engineers stomped through her", "\"Check your accumulators. We may have to fight. Have the gun-pointers\n get the plots from Radar. And load fish into all tubes.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" the woman rapped out.", "Strykalski lurched from his chair as another ray caught the ship for an\n instant and heated a spot on the wall to a cherry red. Gods! he prayed\n fervently. Let it work!", "A movement of the ship threw him to the deck. He struggled to his\n feet and across to the jerry-rigged switchboard that controlled the" ], [ "Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single\n mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the", "It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own\n space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all", "it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter\n with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they\n had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found", "vicious will to live that drove the Tellurian warship and her crew. But\n their numbers wore her down, cutting her strength with each blow that\n chanced to connect.", "Only CSN Intelligence knew that the Eridans were warlike ... and that\n they were strongly suspected of having interstellar flight....", "who would have to fight it. And the Eridans! Awful leathery creatures\n with tentacles ... chlorine breathers! They would make a formidable", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "\"The nonhumans from Eridanus have launched a major invasion of the\n solar Combine! All the colonies in Centaurus are being invaded!\"", "\"No, sir. The density index indicates spacecraft. High value in the\n chlorine lines....\"\n\n\n \"Eridans!\" cried Ivy.", "reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added\n rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral\n Gorman had no great affection for either the", "reception at the hands of the defenders of 40 Eridani C II, while here\n was mystery at close range. Mystery that was not cosmic in scope ...", "horde. Within the black hulls strange, tentacled creatures watched\n her in scanners that were activated by infrared light. The chlorine\n atmosphere grew tense as the Tellurian warship drove full at the", "this alien cosmos, no prime-space instruments could detect the errant\n mass. Like a microscopic bull in a gargantuan china shop, the Tellurian", "\"Just give me the dope,\" ordered Strike.\n\n\n \"The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the\n planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote,\" said the squawk-box flatly.", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "parts of a single entity that never left the home globe ... a thing no\n human had seen. The group-mind. They were rabidly isolationist and they\n had refused any commerce with the Solar Combine.", "just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable\n worlds that they had neared in this universe. Strike decided to heave\n to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The", "co-existent with ours. When we realized that we decided to send a ship\n through. I sent a UV teletype to Admiral Gorman at Luna Base ... and\n here you are.\"" ], [ "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "Cleopatra\nor her crew.", "Ivy suggested that since the\nCleopatra\nand her crew were no part of", "Cleopatra\ndemanded attention and service, and her demanding saved\n them.", "Cleopatra\nalive....", "All that waited for the\nCleopatra\nin her own cosmos was a hot", "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "began again. Ivy, as a former member of the\nCleopatra's\ncrew, was one\n of the family.", "Coburn Whitley, the T.R.S.\nCleopatra's\nExecutive, set down his Martini\n and leaned over very slowly to give the paper a microscopic examination\n in the mellow light.", "tubes silent, the\nCleopatra\nrode the curvature of space toward\n Eridanus. At eight and a half light years from Sol, the second-order", "Cleopatra\n. Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours\n wasted in nauseous free-fall.", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "re-crossed, shunted and spliced. Weird screen-like appendages were\n welded to her bow and stern. Workmen and engineers stomped through her", "companionways, bawling incomprehensible orders. And her crew watched in\n mute dismay. They had nothing to say about it...\nIvy Hendricks rose from her desk as Strike came into her Engineering", "\"Celia, you'd better go relieve him. He'll have to work all night to\n get us an orbit plotted.\"\n\n\n \"Will do, Skipper,\" Celia Graham left.", "FOLLOWS STOP TRS CLEOPATRA AND ALL ATTACHED AND OR ASSIGNED PERSONNEL" ], [ "Strike cursed. \"They've spotted us and they want to scoop us in with\n that force net! Damn that group-mind of theirs ... it makes for uncanny", "parts of a single entity that never left the home globe ... a thing no\n human had seen. The group-mind. They were rabidly isolationist and they\n had refused any commerce with the Solar Combine.", "the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand\n leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black\n spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as", "enemy, welded as they were into one fighting unit by the functioning of\n the group-mind....", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all", "Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single\n mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the", "vicious will to live that drove the Tellurian warship and her crew. But\n their numbers wore her down, cutting her strength with each blow that\n chanced to connect.", "strange. And there was loneliness. From the dark corners of his mind,\n the terrible loneliness came stealing forth. Never had a group of human\n beings been so frighteningly\napart", "this alien cosmos, no prime-space instruments could detect the errant\n mass. Like a microscopic bull in a gargantuan china shop, the Tellurian", "horde. Within the black hulls strange, tentacled creatures watched\n her in scanners that were activated by infrared light. The chlorine\n atmosphere grew tense as the Tellurian warship drove full at the", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "co-existent with ours. When we realized that we decided to send a ship\n through. I sent a UV teletype to Admiral Gorman at Luna Base ... and\n here you are.\"", "it prepared to kill the tiny Tellurian thing that dared to threaten its\n right to conquest.", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The", "themselves. Curiosity took the place of fear and here was something\n close at hand to probe. Anthropoid inquisitiveness prevailed.", "The others felt it, too. Ivy and Cob drew closer, until all three stood\n touching each other; as though they could dispel the loneliness of the", "He was conscious of Cob standing beside him, looking out into this\n unknown universe and whispering in awe: \"\nWe're\nthe aliens here....\"", "stretching cold fingers into his heart and mind. He realized that\n everyone on board must feel the same way. It was the old human devil\n rising from the pit of the primeval past. Fear of the unknown, of the", "it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter\n with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they\n had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found", "As they turned to go, all the pin-points of light that were the stars\n vanished, only to reappear in distorted groups ahead and behind the" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which best summarizes this story?", "Of the following options, which traits best describe Arthur Farrell?", "Of the following options, which technology is not used in the story?", "Did the characters accomplish their goal?", "What is the narrative purpose of having Arthur try to explore Arz while Stryker slept?", "Based on the reading, of the three main characters who should you want to go on an expedition with the least, and why?", "If you were to be one of the three types of creatures on the island, who would you most likely want to be?", "Who would most likely enjoy this story, of the following options?", "Of the following options, what is a potential moral of this story?", "What was the narrative purpose of having Stryker take the sleeping pill?" ]

[ [ "Men study a planet to see where they should colonize and learn the natural resources potential of the planet.", "Men study the interspecies interactions on a planet to learn whether they're allowed to colonize the planet.", "Men study the interspecies interactions on a planet to make sense of them to learn whether the planet is safe to inhabit.", "Men study a planet to see where they should colonize and learn more about the strange customs of the fishermen." ], [ "witty and considerate", "smart and reckless", "stubborn and talkative", "calculated and cautious" ], [ "Radio-like communication", "A chemical that prevents a person from moving", "Ships that can submerge to examine deep waters", "Tablets used to enhance rest" ], [ "No. The characters had many questions, some of which were resolved, but a few important ones were left unanswered.", "No. The characters learned something they didn't want to know and it caused them to want to defy orders.", "Yes. They learned what they wanted to learn and made good choices based on what they learned.", "Yes. Not only did they learn what they needed to, but they had fun interactions with the species on the planet which improved their understanding." ], [ "It was to increase the reader's curiosity because Arthur didn't know what the inside of the island looked like.", "It was to help the reader learn answers to the questions they had.", "It was to allow Arthur to communicate with the fishermen and learn more about their customs.", "It was to build suspense because Arthur was put in harm's way." ], [ "Gibson. He's so independent that he's not one for teamwork and it teamwork makes adventures more fun.", "Farrell. He's a useful crew member, but he doesn't think things through to a dangerous degree.", "Stryker. He's the captain and he knows a lot, but he's fairly rude to his subordinates. ", "Gibson. He's a know it all; though he may be right often, it's a frustrating personality trait to deal with." ], [ "The squids.", "None of them; the passage shows that all of them have bad lives.", "The fishermen.", "The winged lizards." ], [ "A science fiction fan who really likes descriptions of space travel.", "A mystery fan who likes to read things with surprise reveals.", "A science fiction fan who really likes interspecies communication.", "A fantasy fan because winged lizards are a major element of Arz." ], [ "Exploration of the unknown can lead to many surprises.", "Discovery is fun and can be done without inherently endangering one's wellbeing.", "Communication with other species and cultures is a delicate process that needs to be done with care.", "Learning is a process that takes time and can be best done independently." ], [ "Farrell regularly wakes him by walking around on the ship, and Stryker wanted a good night of sleep.", "Farrell would've tried to ask him questions about the fishermen in the morning had Stryker been awake.", "Taking the pill prevented Stryker from helping Farrell.", "Taking the pill prevented Stryker from helping Marco." ] ]

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[ [ "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "night-birds or scurrying rodents. He had worked his way close to the\n center of the island without further discovery and was on the point of\n turning back, disgusted, when something bulky and powerful seized him", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "His arm was like a limb of lead, its inertia too great to budge. He\n relaxed the effort with a groan, sweating again when he saw a fiery", "The flattened sun-disk on the water brightened and grew rounder. Above\n its reflected glare he caught a flicker of movement, a restless", "He gathered himself for another shout, and recalled with a chill of\n horror the tablet Stryker had mixed into his nightcap the night before.\n Worn out by his work, Stryker had made certain that he would not be\n easily disturbed.", "Gibson got up and sealed the port, shutting out the soft morning breeze.\n \"Colonization being out of the question, we may as well move on before", "danger of predicament.\nWhatever brought me here anesthetized me first\n,\n he thought.\nThat sting in my shoulder was like a hypo needle.", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"" ], [ "planet was a repetition of the two before it, a nine-hour intermission\n of drowsy, pastoral peace. Navigator Arthur Farrell—it was his turn to", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "Farrell forced himself to relax, more relieved than alarmed by the\n painful pricking of returning sensation. \"I might have known it, damn\n you,\" he said. \"You found your lost city, didn't you?\"", "Farrell had a last dizzy glimpse of the islet against the rush of green\n water below, and felt his shaky laugh of relief stick in his throat. Two", "drinks around, leaving Farrell comfortably relaxed in the padded control\n chair. The paralysis was still wearing off slowly, easing Farrell's fear\n of being permanently disabled.", "Farrell turned an irritable stare on the incurious group of Arzians\n gathering, nets and fishing spears in hand, at the edge of the\n sheltering bramble forest.", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "\"Gib,\" Farrell croaked. \"Gib, can you risk a look back? I think I've\n gone mad.\"", "looked, Farrell thought for the thousandth time, more like a retired\n cook than like the veteran commander of a Terran Colonies expedition.", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "Farrell waved a hand and took up his magnoscanner. It was dark outside\n already, the close, soft night of a moonless tropical world whose moist", "brown arms and hauled him inside like a straw man, ignoring the native.\n The scouter darted for shore with Farrell lying across Gibson's knees in\n the cockpit, his head hanging half overside.", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "And the Marco's crew had explored Arz exhaustively without finding any\n slightest trace of boats or of boat landings. The train of association\n completed itself with automatic logic, almost rousing Farrell out of his\n doze.", "Stryker and Farrell traded baffled looks. The city had become something\n of a fixation with Gibson, and his dogged insistence—coupled with an", "Farrell shrugged. \"I'd agree with you offhand if it weren't for Gib's\n bullheaded habit of being right. I hope he finds it soon, if it's here.", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "Farrell snapped on the torch at the edge of the thorn forest and entered\n briskly, eager for action now that he had begun. Just inside the edge of", "\"A neat example of dog eat dog,\" Farrell said, snapping off the\n magnoscanner. \"Do any of those beauties look like city-builders, Gib?\"" ], [ "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "Farrell waved a hand and took up his magnoscanner. It was dark outside\n already, the close, soft night of a moonless tropical world whose moist", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "Gibson's voice came tinnily from the audicom. \"Scattered them for the\n moment, Arthur—blinded the whole crew with the exhaust, I think. Stand\n fast, now. I'm going to pick you up.\"", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "\"Nothing we've seen yet could have built that city,\" Gibson said\n stubbornly. \"But it's here somewhere, and I'm going to find it. Will\n either of you be using the scouter today?\"", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "\"None,\" Gibson said. \"I think the city must have been built ages ago—by\n men or by a manlike race, judging from the architecture—and was", "cubicle and broke a packaged meal from the food locker. The visicom over\n the control board hummed softly, its screen blank on open channel.", "He grew aware then that sensation was returning to him slowly, that the\n cold surface of the audicom unit at his hip—unfelt before—was pressing", "The scouter settled on the outcrop beside Farrell, so close that the hot\n wash of its exhaust gases scorched his bare legs. Gibson put out thick", "Gibson got up and sealed the port, shutting out the soft morning breeze.\n \"Colonization being out of the question, we may as well move on before", "drinks around, leaving Farrell comfortably relaxed in the padded control\n chair. The paralysis was still wearing off slowly, easing Farrell's fear\n of being permanently disabled.", "against the inner curve of his elbow. He bent his will again toward\n motion; this time the arm tensed a little, enough to send hope flaring\n through him. If he could put pressure enough against the stud....", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "The scouter swerved briefly as Gibson looked back. \"You're all right,\n Arthur. Just hang on tight. I'll explain everything when we get you safe\n in the\nMarco\n.\"", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "\"A neat example of dog eat dog,\" Farrell said, snapping off the\n magnoscanner. \"Do any of those beauties look like city-builders, Gib?\"" ], [ "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "He went inside again, and the sound of Stryker's muffled snoring fanned\n his restlessness. He made his decision abruptly, laying aside the", "Farrell forced himself to relax, more relieved than alarmed by the\n painful pricking of returning sensation. \"I might have known it, damn\n you,\" he said. \"You found your lost city, didn't you?\"", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "\"We never saw the city from the scouter because we didn't go high\n enough,\" Gibson said. \"I realized that finally, remembering how they", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "The scouter swerved briefly as Gibson looked back. \"You're all right,\n Arthur. Just hang on tight. I'll explain everything when we get you safe\n in the\nMarco\n.\"", "Farrell had a last dizzy glimpse of the islet against the rush of green\n water below, and felt his shaky laugh of relief stick in his throat. Two", "Gibson's voice came tinnily from the audicom. \"Scattered them for the\n moment, Arthur—blinded the whole crew with the exhaust, I think. Stand\n fast, now. I'm going to pick you up.\"", "Stryker and Gibson came out of their sleeping cubicles reluctantly,\n belting on the loose shorts which all three wore in the balmy Arzian", "Gibson got up and sealed the port, shutting out the soft morning breeze.\n \"Colonization being out of the question, we may as well move on before", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "\"I'll be damned,\" he muttered. \"No boats, and they don't swim.\nThen how\n the devil do they get out to that islet?\n\"", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost" ], [ "He went inside again, and the sound of Stryker's muffled snoring fanned\n his restlessness. He made his decision abruptly, laying aside the", "Stryker shielded his eyes with his hands against the glare of sun on\n water. \"You know I can't do that, Arthur. These Arzians may turn out to", "He gathered himself for another shout, and recalled with a chill of\n horror the tablet Stryker had mixed into his nightcap the night before.\n Worn out by his work, Stryker had made certain that he would not be\n easily disturbed.", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "Stryker threw up his hands. \"I've a mountain of data to collate, and\n Arthur is off duty after standing watch last night. Help yourself, but", "Stryker and Gibson came out of their sleeping cubicles reluctantly,\n belting on the loose shorts which all three wore in the balmy Arzian", "A sharp sting burned his shoulder, wasp-like, and a sudden overwhelming\n lassitude swept him into a darkness deeper than the Arzian night. His", "\"He's scouring the daylight side now,\" Stryker said. \"Arthur, I'm going\n to ground Gib tomorrow, much as I dislike giving him a direct order.", "For a moment he was totally disoriented; then from the corner of an eye\n he caught the pinkish blur of an Arzian fisher standing beside him, and", "And the Marco's crew had explored Arz exhaustively without finding any\n slightest trace of boats or of boat landings. The train of association\n completed itself with automatic logic, almost rousing Farrell out of his\n doze.", "planet was a repetition of the two before it, a nine-hour intermission\n of drowsy, pastoral peace. Navigator Arthur Farrell—it was his turn to", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "He fell asleep with the paradox unresolved.\nStryker was still humped over his records when Farrell came out of his", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "last conscious thought was not of his own danger, but of Stryker—asleep\n and unprotected behind the\nMarco's\nopen port....", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "The scouter swerved briefly as Gibson looked back. \"You're all right,\n Arthur. Just hang on tight. I'll explain everything when we get you safe\n in the\nMarco\n.\"", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"" ], [ "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "Stryker and Gibson came out of their sleeping cubicles reluctantly,\n belting on the loose shorts which all three wore in the balmy Arzian", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "\"I'll be damned,\" he muttered. \"No boats, and they don't swim.\nThen how\n the devil do they get out to that islet?\n\"", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "The scouter settled on the outcrop beside Farrell, so close that the hot\n wash of its exhaust gases scorched his bare legs. Gibson put out thick", "\"Gib,\" Farrell croaked. \"Gib, can you risk a look back? I think I've\n gone mad.\"", "Farrell turned an irritable stare on the incurious group of Arzians\n gathering, nets and fishing spears in hand, at the edge of the\n sheltering bramble forest.", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "Gibson got up and sealed the port, shutting out the soft morning breeze.\n \"Colonization being out of the question, we may as well move on before", "behind three of their number who disappeared under the surface like\n harpooned seals. No trace remained of the two Arzian natives.", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "And the Marco's crew had explored Arz exhaustively without finding any\n slightest trace of boats or of boat landings. The train of association\n completed itself with automatic logic, almost rousing Farrell out of his\n doze.", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "\"He's scouring the daylight side now,\" Stryker said. \"Arthur, I'm going\n to ground Gib tomorrow, much as I dislike giving him a direct order." ], [ "night-birds or scurrying rodents. He had worked his way close to the\n center of the island without further discovery and was on the point of\n turning back, disgusted, when something bulky and powerful seized him", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"", "\"I'll be damned,\" he muttered. \"No boats, and they don't swim.\nThen how\n the devil do they get out to that islet?\n\"", "world, Arthur, don't you see? And like most civilized peoples, they're\n sportsmen. The flying-lizards are the game they hunt, and they raise the\n pink fishers for—\"", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "They stooped like hawks upon the islet offshore, burying the two Arzian\n fishers instantly under their snapping, threshing bodies. Then around", "\"Because the octopods own the islands too, and keep them policed,\"\n Gibson said patiently. \"They even own the pink fishers. It was one of", "islet.\nIn order to make Izaak Walton's sport complete, there must\n be an angler, a fish, and some bait. All three existed on Arz but there", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "Sunrise brought him alert with a jerk, frowning at sight of two pinkish,\n bipedal Arzian fishermen posted on the tiny coral islet a quarter-mile\n offshore, their blank triangular faces turned stolidly toward the beach.", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "It occurred to him then that there had been two of the pink fishers on\n the islet each morning, and the coincidence made him sit up suddenly,\n startled. Why two? Why not three or four, or only one?", "\"Are cattle, or less,\" Gibson finished. \"The octopods are the dominant\n race, and they're so far above Fifth Order that we're completely out of", "\"Invasion of a squid world?\" Farrell protested, baffled. \"Why should\n surface colonization conflict with an undersea culture, Gib? Why\n couldn't we share the planet?\"", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "suggestion of flapping wings.\nHe tried again. \"Stryker, help me! I'm on the islet!\"", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"" ], [ "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "world, Arthur, don't you see? And like most civilized peoples, they're\n sportsmen. The flying-lizards are the game they hunt, and they raise the\n pink fishers for—\"", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "night-birds or scurrying rodents. He had worked his way close to the\n center of the island without further discovery and was on the point of\n turning back, disgusted, when something bulky and powerful seized him", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "Stryker looked relieved. \"Would you mind taking it tonight? I'm\n completely bushed after today's logging.\"", "The scouter roared in from the west across the thorn forest, flashing so\n close above his head that he felt the wind of its passage. Almost", "wish you'd let me break up the show this time with a dis-beam. This\n butchery gets on my nerves.\"", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "of little islands like this one, all covered with bramble. It wasn't a\n city these pink fishers could have built, either. The architecture was\n beyond them by a million years.\"", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "That is, he thought wryly, if Terran colonists could stomach the weird\n custom pursued by its natives of committing suicide in pairs.", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "He stepped out through the open lock and paced restlessly up and down on\n the springy turf, feeling the ocean breeze soft on his face. Three days", "\"They're at it again,\" Farrell called, and dropped to the mossy turf\n outside. \"Roll out on the double! I'm going to magnofilm this!\"", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should" ], [ "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "tentacles spread and yellow eyes studying him glassily. He heard the\n unmistakable flapping of wings behind and above him then, and thought\n with shock-born lucidity:", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "\"What stumps me is their motivation,\" he said. \"Why do the fools go out\n to that islet every night, when they must know damned well what will\n happen next morning?\"", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "night-birds or scurrying rodents. He had worked his way close to the\n center of the island without further discovery and was on the point of\n turning back, disgusted, when something bulky and powerful seized him", "He did not choose a weapon because he saw no need for one. The torch\n would show him how the natives reached the outcrop, and if he should", "Farrell swore in astonishment. \"Then those poor devils are put out there\n deliberately, like worms on a hook—angling in reverse! No wonder I\n couldn't spot their motivation!\"", "of transportation that placed the Arzians in pairs on the islet, when\n his whole fabric of speculation fell into a tangled snarl of\n inconsistencies. He gave it up finally; how could any Earthman", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "spear-shafts. Which meant that the fishers could not swim, else some\n would surely have gone in after him.", "Gibson got up and sealed the port, shutting out the soft morning breeze.\n \"Colonization being out of the question, we may as well move on before", "had any brains. It was under water, of course.\"\nIn the\nMarco Four\n, Gibson routed Stryker out of his cubicle and mixed", "of the pink fishers had fallen from a casting ledge into the water, and\n had all but drowned before his fellows pulled him out with extended", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "He gathered himself for another shout, and recalled with a chill of\n horror the tablet Stryker had mixed into his nightcap the night before.\n Worn out by his work, Stryker had made certain that he would not be\n easily disturbed.", "Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence\n that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThere were two pinkish, bipedal fishermen on the tiny", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "His arm was like a limb of lead, its inertia too great to budge. He\n relaxed the effort with a groan, sweating again when he saw a fiery", "Farrell forced himself to relax, more relieved than alarmed by the\n painful pricking of returning sensation. \"I might have known it, damn\n you,\" he said. \"You found your lost city, didn't you?\"" ], [ "He gathered himself for another shout, and recalled with a chill of\n horror the tablet Stryker had mixed into his nightcap the night before.\n Worn out by his work, Stryker had made certain that he would not be\n easily disturbed.", "Later he remembered that Stryker dissolved a tablet in his glass, but at\n the moment it meant nothing. In a matter of minutes the older man's", "He went inside again, and the sound of Stryker's muffled snoring fanned\n his restlessness. He made his decision abruptly, laying aside the", "last conscious thought was not of his own danger, but of Stryker—asleep\n and unprotected behind the\nMarco's\nopen port....", "Stryker looked relieved. \"Would you mind taking it tonight? I'm\n completely bushed after today's logging.\"", "He fell asleep with the paradox unresolved.\nStryker was still humped over his records when Farrell came out of his", "his litter of notes. Sleep did not come to him at once; a vague sense of\n something overlooked prodded irritatingly at the back of his\n consciousness, but it was not until drowsiness had finally overtaken him", "you won't find anything.\"\nThe scouter was a speeding dot on the horizon when Farrell crawled into\n his sleeping cubicle a short time later, leaving Stryker to mutter over", "effort. He had to get help. If he could switch on the audicom at his\n belt and call Stryker....", "\"Behold a familiar pattern shaping up,\" Stryker said. He laughed\n suddenly, a great irrepressible bellow of sound. \"Arz is a squid's", "He went over again the improbable drama of the past three mornings, and\n found it not too unnatural until he came to the motivation and the means", "\"The squids,\" Stryker grunted. \"Right on schedule. Two seconds too late,\n as usual, to stop the slaughter.\"", "A sharp sting burned his shoulder, wasp-like, and a sudden overwhelming\n lassitude swept him into a darkness deeper than the Arzian night. His", "Stryker threw up his hands. \"I've a mountain of data to collate, and\n Arthur is off duty after standing watch last night. Help yourself, but", "Farrell and Stryker looked at each other, grinning. Farrell said: \"You\n don't think I want to stick here and be used for bait again, do you?\"", "atmosphere absorbed even starlight. He dragged a chair to the open port\n and packed his pipe, settling himself comfortably while Stryker mixed a\n nightcap before turning in.", "danger of predicament.\nWhatever brought me here anesthetized me first\n,\n he thought.\nThat sting in my shoulder was like a hypo needle.", "the squid-people, making a dry-land canvass of his preserve here to pick\n a couple of victims for this morning's show, that carried you off last\n night.\"", "The tiny click of its engaging sent him faint with relief.\n\n\n \"Stryker!\" he yelled. \"Lee, roll out—\nStryker\n!\"", "climate. Stryker blinked and yawned as he let himself through the port,\n his fringe of white hair tousled and his naked paunch sweating. He" ] ]

[ "Of the following descriptions, which best describe Meek?", "What is the overall tone of the article?", "Which of the following does not happen in the article?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy this story the most?", "What would happen if Meek didn't meet Gus?", "What is the narrative point of having Meek meet the mechanic?", "Which of the following is not a technology included in this story?", "What is a hidden talent that Meek has?", "Why are the bugs in this story special?" ]

[ [ "nosy and cautious", "confident and handsome", "funny and charismatic", "clumsy and inexperienced" ], [ "Peaceful", "Scary", "Intense", "Lighthearted" ], [ "Meek tries a new game", "Meek talks to a mechanic", "Meek is confused by new things", "Meek asks questions about space travel" ], [ "A sci-fi nerd who wants to learn more about the space travel of a character's universe", "A sci-fi nerd who enjoys learning about customs and games that take place in outer space", "A gaming nerd who loves to learn about new games they can play", "A sci-fi nerd who loves to learn about the government operations/structures of a story they're reading" ], [ "He probably would not get the chance to play space polo", "He probably wouldn't have traveled in space", "He probably wouldn't want to stay on Saturn much longer", "He probably would have made more friends" ], [ "So Meek can fix the fleet of vehicles", "So Meek can make a good friend", "So Meek can learn about Gus and eventually meet him", "So Meek can meet some of the locals" ], [ "Interstellar shipping infrastructure", "Games in outer space", "Highly advanced space travel", "Time warping" ], [ "he's able to juggle", "he's a really good chef", "he's good at record keeping", "he can fly aircrafts well" ], [ "they can speak multiple languages", "they're able to paralyze people", "they're able to sing", "they have a different ability that makes them special" ] ]

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[ [ "be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and\n stuck out in uncombed tufts in a dozen directions. His skin was pale.", "Meek looked crestfallen.\n\n\n \"Can't get near them, then,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Sure you can,\" said Gus. \"Why not?\"", "The man flipped back his helmet, revealing a head thatched by white\n hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles.\n\n\n \"My opinion, sir,\" said Oliver Meek, \"seldom amounts to much.\"", "Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once\n or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his", "The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly\n downward, gravity weak but inexorable. His struggle to retain his", "\"Bookkeeper!\" yelped the mechanic. \"How come a bookkeeper can handle a\n ship like that?\"\n\n\n \"I learned it,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"You learned it?\"", "Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a\n place where gravity was no more than the faintest whisper.\nIII", "Even in his youth, Meek remembered, he never had been any great shakes\n on stilts. Here, on this bucking, weaving rock, with slick surfaces and", "\"But,\" protested Meek, \"but ... but.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Mr. Hamilton,\" exulted Miss Perkins, \"you are so wonderful. You\n think of everything.\"", "\"Like dewdrops in the black of space,\" Meek mumbled to himself. But he\n immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of", "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the\n stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He\n dropped the notebook and frantically clawed at empty space.", "It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering:\nWe Fix Anything.\nMr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm", "\"I saw a game once,\" Meek volunteered.\n\n\n \"Swell,\" bellowed Gus. \"We'll have you coach our team.\"", "\"Then you're the gentleman who has bugs,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"Now, look here,\" warned Gus, \"you watch what you say or I'll hang one\n on you.\"", "A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from\n the sign-post and gravely regarded the settlement. On the chart it was", "Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly\n on the rock below.\n\n\n A mathematical problem!\n\n\n His breath gurgled in his throat.", "\"Really I'm not,\" said Meek. \"I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up\n until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar\n Exports.\"", "attached to a metal standard sunk in solid rock. A second sign was\n wired to the standard just below the metal arm, but its legend was\n faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud" ], [ "The syrupy, chamber of commerce voice of the announcer was shaky with\n excitement and pride.", "\"Lady,\" he declared mournfully, \"you sure picked yourself a job. The\n boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't", "\"Next week,\" he said, \"the annual Martian-Earth football game will be\n played at Greater New York on Earth. But in the Earth's newspapers\n tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the\n sporting world down into secondary place.\"", "daily paper, he does. Only man out here that does any reading. But all\n he reads is the sports section. Nuts about sports, Gus is.\"\nII", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "\"So that's why you asked me over here. Another of your danged peace\n parleys. Come and talk things over, you said. So I came.\"", "\"Sure they enjoy it,\" declared Moe. \"Not being killed, maybe ...\n although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them", "It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering:\nWe Fix Anything.\nMr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm", "\"The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and\n down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here", "took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they\n sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to\n figure out what kind of game they were playing.\"", "welfare lady should go over and talk to Bud. She must of laid it on\n thick, too, about how we should settle down and behave ourselves and\n all that. Otherwise Bud never would have given her that injector.\"", "Moe, bartender at Saturn Inn, leaned his elbow on the bar and braced\n his chin in an outspread palm. His face wore a melancholy, hang-dog", "Gus took another drink, glowering at Miss Perkins.\n\n\n \"So the government sent you out to make us respectable,\" he said.", "space, he knew, was not in the least poetic. It was hard and savage and\n as he thought about that, he hitched up his gun belt and struck out", "He shook his head dolefully. \"This here Ring ain't ever going to be\n the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being\n polite to one another.\"", "Read about it in my papers. Follow the teams, I do. Always wanted to\n see a game, but never did.\"", "come in sooner or later. Drops around regular, except when his\n rheumatism bothers him, to pick up a bundle of papers. Subscribes to a", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe sign read:\nAtomic Motors Repaired. Busted", "with a firmer tread that almost upset him. After that, he tried to\n think of nothing except keeping his two feet under him.", "Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself.\nThe bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously,\n watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook." ], [ "Read about it in my papers. Follow the teams, I do. Always wanted to\n see a game, but never did.\"", "daily paper, he does. Only man out here that does any reading. But all\n he reads is the sports section. Nuts about sports, Gus is.\"\nII", "\"And that ain't all,\" said Moe, warming to the subject. \"Those crates\n you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would", "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "\"Like what?\" asked Moe, fearing the worst.\n\n\n \"Athletic events,\" said Miss Perkins.", "\"Oh, sure, I got it back,\" admitted Gus. \"But it wasn't orthodox, it\n wasn't. Just getting your property back ain't getting even. I never did", "\"But they could fight with something besides guns,\" said the welfare\n lady, a-smirk with righteousness. \"That's why I'm here. To try to get", "come in sooner or later. Drops around regular, except when his\n rheumatism bothers him, to pick up a bundle of papers. Subscribes to a", "\"Next week,\" he said, \"the annual Martian-Earth football game will be\n played at Greater New York on Earth. But in the Earth's newspapers\n tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the\n sporting world down into secondary place.\"", "\"I ran into a swarm of pebbles,\" Meek confessed. \"Not much more than\n dust, really, but the screen couldn't stop it all.\"", "\"Sure they enjoy it,\" declared Moe. \"Not being killed, maybe ...\n although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them", "None of the diagrams made sense. They showed the patterns of three\n other boards and the moves that had been made by the bugs in playing", "welfare lady should go over and talk to Bud. She must of laid it on\n thick, too, about how we should settle down and behave ourselves and\n all that. Otherwise Bud never would have given her that injector.\"", "\"Nope. From the welfare outfit. Aims to help you fellows out. Says\n there ain't no sense in you boys in Twenty-three all the time fighting\n with the gang from Thirty-seven.\"", "get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if\n some of them are killed, you can't go messing around with that feud", "\"Lady,\" he declared mournfully, \"you sure picked yourself a job. The\n boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't", "Meek cleared his throat uneasily. \"I'm afraid it's more than a\n puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them.\"", "\"I told you,\" Gus accused him, \"that we hadn't got them all. You better\n take another good look at your suit. The danged things burrow right", "\"It happens to the best of them,\" the mechanic consoled. \"Saturn sweeps\n in clouds of the stuff. Thicker than hell when you reach the Rings.", "out the game. Apparently, in each case, the game had been finished.\n Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been\n reached, some point won, some advantage gained." ], [ "\"Sure they enjoy it,\" declared Moe. \"Not being killed, maybe ...\n although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them", "daily paper, he does. Only man out here that does any reading. But all\n he reads is the sports section. Nuts about sports, Gus is.\"\nII", "sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it\n figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again.\"", "took over. Anyhow, Gus is mighty proud of them, although at times they\n sure run him ragged. First year they almost drove him loopy trying to\n figure out what kind of game they were playing.\"", "\"Lady,\" he declared mournfully, \"you sure picked yourself a job. The\n boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't", "of theirs. If them boys out in sectors Twenty-Three and Thirty-Seven\n didn't have their feud they'd plain die of boredom. They just got to", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "Gus stared in disbelief.\n\n\n Moe tried to be helpful. \"She wants you to play games.\"\n\n\n Gus strangled on his drink, clawed for air, wiped his eyes.", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud", "\"There's something in what she says,\" defended Moe. \"You ring-rats been\n ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled", "Oliver Meek shut his eyes and groaned.\n\n\n \"Gus will give me hell for this,\" he told himself.\nGus shook the small wooden box thoughtfully, listening to the frantic\n scurrying within it.", "\"Now you're talking,\" Moe enthused. \"They take to games. Seven-toed\n Pete with the deuces wild.\"", "\"Sure, game. Like checkers. Only it ain't. Not chess, neither. Even\n worse than that. Bugs dig themselves a batch of holes, then choose up", "welfare lady should go over and talk to Bud. She must of laid it on\n thick, too, about how we should settle down and behave ourselves and\n all that. Otherwise Bud never would have given her that injector.\"", "\"The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and\n down the streets of Earth tonight, is one that will be played here", "Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a\n place where gravity was no more than the faintest whisper.\nIII", "fifty paces, it's out. Miss Perkins won't stand for anything like that.\"\nGus wiped his whiskers and looked hurt. \"Nothing of the sort,\" he", "\"But they could fight with something besides guns,\" said the welfare\n lady, a-smirk with righteousness. \"That's why I'm here. To try to get", "The mechanic glowed with sudden admiration. \"I don't know who you are,\n mister,\" he declared, \"but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot\n that ever took to space.\"", "\"He means your rock bugs,\" Moe explained, hastily.\n\n\n \"Oh, them,\" said Gus." ], [ "Meek looked crestfallen.\n\n\n \"Can't get near them, then,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Sure you can,\" said Gus. \"Why not?\"", "\"That would be awful,\" agreed Meek.\n\n\n \"Wouldn't it, though,\" declared Gus.", "\"Then you're the gentleman who has bugs,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"Now, look here,\" warned Gus, \"you watch what you say or I'll hang one\n on you.\"", "\"This Gus Hamilton,\" said Meek. \"I'd like to see him. Where could I\n find him?\"", "\"I saw a game once,\" Meek volunteered.\n\n\n \"Swell,\" bellowed Gus. \"We'll have you coach our team.\"", "\"Hamilton!\" squeaked Meek.\n\n\n \"Sure,\" said Gus. \"Old Gus Hamilton. Grow the finest dog-gone radiation\n moss you ever clapped your eyes on.\"", "\"I haven't got a navigator,\" Meek said, quietly.\n\n\n The mechanic stared at him, eyes popping. \"You mean you brought it in\n alone? No one with you?\"", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a\n place where gravity was no more than the faintest whisper.\nIII", "Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once\n or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his", "Miss Perkins gasped. \"Why, I'm sure they wouldn't!\"\n\n\n \"Of course we wouldn't,\" declared Gus, solemn as an owl.", "\"Chiggers,\" Meek told him, \"burrow into a person to lay eggs.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe these things do, too,\" Gus contended.", "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "Oliver Meek shut his eyes and groaned.\n\n\n \"Gus will give me hell for this,\" he told himself.\nGus shook the small wooden box thoughtfully, listening to the frantic\n scurrying within it.", "sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it\n figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again.\"", "\"Games, eh?\" said Gus. \"Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we\n could fix up some kind of game....\"", "\"Oh, sure, I got it back,\" admitted Gus. \"But it wasn't orthodox, it\n wasn't. Just getting your property back ain't getting even. I never did", "Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly\n on the rock below.\n\n\n A mathematical problem!\n\n\n His breath gurgled in his throat.", "Meek gulped and nodded. \"Dead reckoning,\" he said.", "\"Bookkeeper!\" yelped the mechanic. \"How come a bookkeeper can handle a\n ship like that?\"\n\n\n \"I learned it,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"You learned it?\"" ], [ "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once\n or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his", "\"Bookkeeper!\" yelped the mechanic. \"How come a bookkeeper can handle a\n ship like that?\"\n\n\n \"I learned it,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"You learned it?\"", "\"I haven't got a navigator,\" Meek said, quietly.\n\n\n The mechanic stared at him, eyes popping. \"You mean you brought it in\n alone? No one with you?\"", "Meek looked crestfallen.\n\n\n \"Can't get near them, then,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Sure you can,\" said Gus. \"Why not?\"", "It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering:\nWe Fix Anything.\nMr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm", "The man flipped back his helmet, revealing a head thatched by white\n hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles.\n\n\n \"My opinion, sir,\" said Oliver Meek, \"seldom amounts to much.\"", "\"But,\" protested Meek, \"but ... but.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Mr. Hamilton,\" exulted Miss Perkins, \"you are so wonderful. You\n think of everything.\"", "Meek cleared his throat uneasily. \"I'm afraid it's more than a\n puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them.\"", "Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the\n stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He\n dropped the notebook and frantically clawed at empty space.", "The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly\n downward, gravity weak but inexorable. His struggle to retain his", "attached to a metal standard sunk in solid rock. A second sign was\n wired to the standard just below the metal arm, but its legend was\n faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed", "\"You are the gentleman who can fix things?\" he asked the mechanic.\nThe mechanic stared. Here was no hell-for-leather freighter pilot, no", "\"I saw a game once,\" Meek volunteered.\n\n\n \"Swell,\" bellowed Gus. \"We'll have you coach our team.\"", "\"Then you're the gentleman who has bugs,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"Now, look here,\" warned Gus, \"you watch what you say or I'll hang one\n on you.\"", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and\n stuck out in uncombed tufts in a dozen directions. His skin was pale.", "Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical\n problem ... going back to the point of error and going on again from\n there.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be....\" Mr. Meek said.", "\"Go over to the\nInn\nand wait around,\" advised the mechanic. \"He'll", "spun outward and a moment later Meek had passed through the entrance\n vault and stepped into the office." ], [ "distance, at the same time served Man. For here, on the Inner Ring,\n where they had become so diluted that ordinary space armor filtered\n them out, they made possible the medical magic of the famous radiation", "The slab of rock was no more than five miles across, perhaps even\n less. Here in its approximate center, were two buildings, both of", "Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the\n pouch of his space gear, brought out a notebook and stylus. Flipping\n the pages, he stared, frowning, at the diagrams that covered them.", "\"Well, a spacesuit's metal and....\"\n\n\n \"Got that all fixed up,\" said Gus. \"You come back with me and I'll let\n you have a pair of stilts.\"", "Meek cleared his throat uneasily. \"I'm afraid it's more than a\n puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them.\"", "attached to a metal standard sunk in solid rock. A second sign was\n wired to the standard just below the metal arm, but its legend was\n faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "into solid metal and pull the hole in after them, seems like. Sneakiest\n cusses in the whole dang system. Just like chiggers back on Earth.\"", "The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in.\n The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of", "of theirs. If them boys out in sectors Twenty-Three and Thirty-Seven\n didn't have their feud they'd plain die of boredom. They just got to", "Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the\n stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He\n dropped the notebook and frantically clawed at empty space.", "The inner door of the entrance lock grated open and a spacesuited\n figure limped into the room. The spacesuit visor snapped up and a brush\n of grey whiskers spouted into view.\n\n\n It was Gus Hamilton.", "practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek\n knew now he was no expert. A half-dozen dents in his space armor was\n ample proof of that.", "to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another\n rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure", "Miss Perkins beamed. \"What game is it, Mr. Hamilton?\"\n\n\n \"Space polo,\" said Gus.", "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "\"I ran into a swarm of pebbles,\" Meek confessed. \"Not much more than\n dust, really, but the screen couldn't stop it all.\"", "Two ships now were on the field, pulled up close against the repair\n shop. One, Meek noticed, belonged to the Solar Health and Welfare", "\"But they could fight with something besides guns,\" said the welfare\n lady, a-smirk with righteousness. \"That's why I'm here. To try to get", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe sign read:\nAtomic Motors Repaired. Busted" ], [ "\"Bookkeeper!\" yelped the mechanic. \"How come a bookkeeper can handle a\n ship like that?\"\n\n\n \"I learned it,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"You learned it?\"", "Meek looked crestfallen.\n\n\n \"Can't get near them, then,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Sure you can,\" said Gus. \"Why not?\"", "\"But,\" protested Meek, \"but ... but.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Mr. Hamilton,\" exulted Miss Perkins, \"you are so wonderful. You\n think of everything.\"", "Even in his youth, Meek remembered, he never had been any great shakes\n on stilts. Here, on this bucking, weaving rock, with slick surfaces and", "\"I saw a game once,\" Meek volunteered.\n\n\n \"Swell,\" bellowed Gus. \"We'll have you coach our team.\"", "Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once\n or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his", "be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and\n stuck out in uncombed tufts in a dozen directions. His skin was pale.", "A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from\n the sign-post and gravely regarded the settlement. On the chart it was", "\"Really I'm not,\" said Meek. \"I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up\n until just a while ago, I never had left Earth. Bookkeeper for Lunar\n Exports.\"", "\"I haven't got a navigator,\" Meek said, quietly.\n\n\n The mechanic stared at him, eyes popping. \"You mean you brought it in\n alone? No one with you?\"", "The mechanic said nothing.\n\n\n Meek tried again. \"I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So\n I....\"\n\n\n The mechanic shook himself.", "The man flipped back his helmet, revealing a head thatched by white\n hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles.\n\n\n \"My opinion, sir,\" said Oliver Meek, \"seldom amounts to much.\"", "It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering:\nWe Fix Anything.\nMr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm", "The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly\n downward, gravity weak but inexorable. His struggle to retain his", "Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the\n stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He\n dropped the notebook and frantically clawed at empty space.", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "out the game. Apparently, in each case, the game had been finished.\n Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been\n reached, some point won, some advantage gained.", "\"Thank you,\" said Meek, \"but there's something else I'm wondering\n about. There was another sign out there. Something about educated bugs.\"", "Meek squinted his eyes and pounced on the floor, scrabbling on hands\n and knees after a scurrying thing that twinkled in the lamplight.", "spun outward and a moment later Meek had passed through the entrance\n vault and stepped into the office." ], [ "\"He means your rock bugs,\" Moe explained, hastily.\n\n\n \"Oh, them,\" said Gus.", "\"Yeah. Wooden stilts. Them danged fool bugs don't know what wood is.\n Seem to be scared of it, sort of. You can walk right among them if you", "\"Got him,\" yelped Meek, scooping the shining mote up in his hand.\n\n\n Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug\n inside.", "The bugs had dug a new set of holes, much after the manner of a Chinese\n checker board, and now were settling down into their respective places\n preparatory to the start of another game.", "\"Stranger,\" declared the mechanic, solemnly, \"there ain't nothing\n about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on.", "Something scurried across the face of his helmet and he lifted his hand\n before him. It was covered with the bugs.", "\"Thank you,\" said Meek, \"but there's something else I'm wondering\n about. There was another sign out there. Something about educated bugs.\"", "\"Then you're the gentleman who has bugs,\" said Meek.\n\n\n \"Now, look here,\" warned Gus, \"you watch what you say or I'll hang one\n on you.\"", "\"Chiggers,\" Meek told him, \"burrow into a person to lay eggs.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe these things do, too,\" Gus contended.", "\"I told you,\" Gus accused him, \"that we hadn't got them all. You better\n take another good look at your suit. The danged things burrow right", "\"Sure, game. Like checkers. Only it ain't. Not chess, neither. Even\n worse than that. Bugs dig themselves a batch of holes, then choose up", "He knew it now! He should have known it all the time. But the mechanic\n had talked about the bugs playing games and so had Hamilton. That had\n thrown him off.", "Games! Those bugs weren't playing any game. They were solving\n mathematical equations!", "Suddenly there was confusion on the board. For a moment a half-dozen of\n the bugs raced madly about, as if seeking the proper hole to occupy.", "Mr. Meek Plays Polo\nBy CLIFFORD D. SIMAK\nMr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the\neducated\nbugs worried him; then the\n\n welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud", "Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly\n popping in and out of holes.", "And because Earth needed the moss to cure a dozen maladies and because\n it would grow nowhere else but here on the Inner Ring, men squatted", "spectacles, finally deciphered its scrawl:\nAsk About Educated Bugs.", "it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the\n Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They\n come along with it, see.\"", "Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself.\nThe bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously,\n watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook." ] ]

[ "What are the general trends in the listing order of individuals/groups ranked in this article?", "How does Slate morally consider the implications of being loyal or unloyal to Clinton in the scandal?", "Off the following options, which best summarizes this article?", "Within the article, which of the following is NOT a minus that's listed in the ratings?", "Within the article, which of the following is NOT a plus that's listed in the ratings?", "How would you compare and contrast the overall assessments of Hillary Clinton and Chelsea Clinton?", "According to Slate's ratings, which of the orderings below correctly goes from most reprehensible to least reprehensible?", "According to Slate's ratings, which of the orderings below correctly goes from least reprehensible to most reprehensible?" ]

[ [ "Individuals/groups were usually ranked from least prominent to most prominent.", "Individuals/groups were usually ranked from most liked to least liked.", "Individuals/groups were usually ranked from least liked to most liked.", "Individuals/groups were usually ranked from most prominent to least prominent." ], [ "It's consistently seen as a bad thing.", "It's consistently seen as a good thing.", "Loyalty or lack thereof isn't referenced enough within the article to make any generalizations.", "Loyalty or lack thereof can be seen as a plus or minus depending on the context." ], [ "Slate attempts to consider how Monica Lewinsky, specifically, was disproportionately shamed compared to others involved in the unravelling of the scandal.", "Slate attempts to dig through the scandal and address information that was not previously considered.", "Slate attempts to address the various ways in which the public views those involved in the scandal, and speculates upon whether those views are accurate.", "Slate attempts to prove that Bill Clinton, specifically, was disproportionately shamed compared to others involved in the unravelling of the scandal." ], [ "Wrote two memoirs for profit as a result of the scandal.", "Failed to investigate Clinton's refutation of the scandal.", "Used the scandal as leverage to attempt impeachment.", "Discussed the scandal with others." ], [ "Deserved compensation but it was not given it.", "Did not spread the scandal.", "Asked Clinton to be open about his wrongdoings.", "Was humiliated." ], [ "Neither of them were severely harmed by Bill Clinton's actions, and they were equally treated with mild amounts of sympathy.", "Both of them were viewed with some sympathy, but Chelsea was deemed more deserving of sympathy because Hillary was somewhat complicit.", "Chelsea Clinton had more of a choice to remove herself from the limelight because she was just the daughter.", "Both were clearly harmed by Bill Clinton's actions, and they were equally treated with sympathy." ], [ "Bob Barr, James Carville, Lanny Davis, Erskine Bowles", "James Carville, Lanny Davis, Bob Barr, Erskine Bowles", "Lanny Davis, Bob Barr, James Carville, Erskine Bowles", "Bob Barr, Erskine Bowles, James Carville, Lanny Davis" ], [ "Hillary Clinton, David Kendall, The Clinton Cabinet, Secret Service", "Secret Service, The Clinton Cabinet, Hillary Clinton, David Kendall", "Secret Service, Hillary Clinton, The Clinton Cabinet, David Kendall", "Hillary Clinton, Secret Service, David Kendall, The Clinton Cabinet" ] ]

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[ [ "(This is not, of course, an exact science. How, for", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "'s entire scorecard, which ranks 31 of Flytrap's", "Slate rating-- She made a Faustian bargain, but you still feel sorry for Faust: +2 \n\n Al Gore (The public's rating: +3 )", "b) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Rahm Emanuel (The public's rating: -1 )", "a) Loyalty to old boss. \n\n Slate rating: -3 \n\n George Stephanopoulos (The public's rating: +4 )", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Worked hard to break a very important story and investigated the hell out of it. \n\n b) Unfairly savaged by hypocritical American people (see above).", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "Vernon Jordan (The public's rating: +3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "The Scorecard \n\n Bill Clinton (The public's rating: -6 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n To recapitulate", "Lewinsky, for example, has fantastically low approval ratings, much lower", "Pluses: \n\n a) Magnanimous toward the president. \n\n Slate rating: +1", "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )", "Monica Lewinsky (The public's rating: -9 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Seduced a married man.", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "a) Whistleblower (see d under Minuses): risked humiliation to expose something she believed was wrong. \n\n b) Smeared mercilessly by Clinton allies, the media." ], [ "b) Were lied to by Clinton. \n\n c) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: +3", "(When Clinton revealed his adultery to Morris, the political consultant", "a) Loyalty to old boss. \n\n Slate rating: -3 \n\n George Stephanopoulos (The public's rating: +4 )", "a) Was clearly dismayed by the entire scandal and his role in it. \n\n b) Is quitting the administration (though not, apparently, on principle). \n\n c) Loyal.", "a) Had courage to turn on old boss and criticize his moral lapses. \n\n b) Urged Clinton to be fully contrite. \n\n Slate rating: -2", "a) Consistent in belief that Starr is an ideologue and that the sex charges are political. \n\n b) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: -3", "a) Slightly disloyal to old boss. \n\n b) May have known about Clinton's extracurricular activities, yet turned a blind eye.", "Morris encouraged Clinton to deny the affair.)", "sleaziness anyway. She stood by while Clinton cuckolded his wife", "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "a) Relying on iffy legalisms to help Clinton escape trouble is his job. He's a lawyer. \n\n b) Admirably reticent, compared to Robert Bennett.", "b) Did not quit on principle after Clinton admitted lies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged president to be contrite and wrote excellent, sufficiently apologetic speech.", "a) Unquestionably loyal to his boss. \n\n b) Silent. \n\n Slate rating-- Not enough information to make a clean guess: Approx -5", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "b) Said for seven months that we'd have to \"wait and see.\" Then, when Clinton finally admitted his lies, Davis was hardly embarrassed or critical of the president. \n\n Pluses:", "b) Further sullied the Clintons with a revolting comment suggesting that Clinton cheats because Hillary is a lesbian. \n\n c) Not even loyal enough to keep his mouth shut.", "a lying dog. After all, he knew that Clinton was", "b) Did not take advantage of scandal to burnish his own image. \n\n Slate rating: +2 \n\n Kathleen Willey (The public's rating: 0 )", "Minuses: \n\n a) Did not (apparently) urge the president to come clean with American people. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed loyal.", "c) Has been patient with the stonewalling, deceiving Clinton. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Paula Jones (The public's rating: -5 )" ], [ "c) Has been endlessly psychologized by the media. \n\n d) Had her summer vacation ruined. \n\n Slate rating: +10", "(This is not, of course, an exact science. How, for", "a) Worked hard to break a very important story and investigated the hell out of it. \n\n b) Unfairly savaged by hypocritical American people (see above).", "right here in Slate. No sale.)", "f) Blabbed her \"secret\" affair to lots of people. (So, while she was dragged into the scandal against her will, it was her own loquaciousness that made the dragging possible.) \n\n Pluses:", "c) On television too much. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged Clinton early on to come clean.", "d) Did not quit on principle. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Reputation for honesty.", "c) Unforgiving. The media want the scandal to continue, hence won't ever be satisfied that Clinton has suffered enough. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Hypocritically claim to despise scandal, follow it breathlessly, then blame the media for obsessing over it. \n\n b) Are secretly fascinated by the sleaziness of it.", "c) Tried to score a book deal off sex gossip and other people's distress. \n\n d) Tattletale. \n\n Pluses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Was clearly dismayed by the entire scandal and his role in it. \n\n b) Is quitting the administration (though not, apparently, on principle). \n\n c) Loyal.", "b) Personally humiliated. \n\n c) May have disgraced her own good name by echoing his denials on the Today show.", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "a) Revealed Clinton family troubles immediately after his pastoral visit. \n\n b) Parlayed pastoral visit into a week of self-promotion. \n\n Pluses:", "c) Happily became a tool for Clinton's enemies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Is vindicated because Clinton probably did it.", "a) Had his private life exposed to the world in a way no one's should be. \n\n b) Has been persecuted by enemies who won't be satisfied until he is destroyed.", "c) Chose aggressive, political strategy over contrition. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Lied to, betrayed, and cuckolded by husband.", "c) Has not expressed the slightest chagrin or disappointment since Clinton's apology. \n\n d) Has not retreated from vicious attacks on Starr, despite evidence of Clinton's lies.", "a) Spun his denials without digging for the truth. \n\n b) Did not quit on principle. \n\n Pluses:" ], [ "Minuses:", "Minuses:", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n David Kendall (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Pluses: \n\n a) Perfectly loyal. \n\n b) Consistent in attacks against Starr. \n\n Slate rating: -5", "The Media (The public's rating: -8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Ann Lewis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses and Pluses:", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: -7 \n\n James Carville (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "The Scorecard \n\n Bill Clinton (The public's rating: -6 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n To recapitulate", "Minuses and Pluses: \n\n Same as Begala (except Emanuel didn't write the speech). \n\n Slate rating: -2", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Brought a legally dubious, gold-digging lawsuit. \n\n b) Resisted a settlement that would have saved the nation much embarrassment.", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "Sidney Blumenthal (The public's rating: -3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Rep. Bob Barr, R-Ga. (The public's rating: -5 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +2 \n\n The Clinton Cabinet (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Lanny Davis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n a) Spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true." ], [ "Pluses: \n\n a) Magnanimous toward the president. \n\n Slate rating: +1", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Chelsea Clinton (The public's rating: +10 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n There are none. \n\n Pluses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Spun and spun and spun the president's denial for months without bothering to check if it was true. \n\n Pluses:", "Pluses: \n\n a) Perfectly loyal. \n\n b) Consistent in attacks against Starr. \n\n Slate rating: -5", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating-- She made a Faustian bargain, but you still feel sorry for Faust: +2 \n\n Al Gore (The public's rating: +3 )", "Minuses and Pluses: \n\n Same as Begala (except Emanuel didn't write the speech). \n\n Slate rating: -2", "Slate rating: +2 \n\n The Clinton Cabinet (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Ann Lewis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses and Pluses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Was in it for the money (told her story partly in order to land a book contract). \n\n Pluses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Rep. Henry Hyde, R-Ill. (The public's rating: +4 ) \n\n Minuses:", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "Minuses: \n\n a) Did not (apparently) urge the president to come clean with American people. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Stayed loyal.", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n David Kendall (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Said for seven months that we'd have to \"wait and see.\" Then, when Clinton finally admitted his lies, Davis was hardly embarrassed or critical of the president. \n\n Pluses:", "Vernon Jordan (The public's rating: +3 ) \n\n Minuses:", "c) On television too much. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged Clinton early on to come clean." ], [ "Chelsea Clinton (The public's rating: +10 ) \n\n Minuses: \n\n There are none. \n\n Pluses:", "b) Had good sense to leave the White House before corrupting himself. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Hillary Clinton (The public's rating: +4 )", "Minuses: \n\n a) Knew what a lech he was, yet always protected him. \n\n b) May have always known truth about Lewinsky, yet still lied to protect Bill.", "a) Seems to have told story honestly and forthrightly. \n\n b) Reluctantly dragged into scandal. \n\n c) Was victimized by Clinton.", "sleaziness anyway. She stood by while Clinton cuckolded his wife", "c) Happily became a tool for Clinton's enemies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Is vindicated because Clinton probably did it.", "The Flytrap Blame Game \n\n One of the few truths universally acknowledged about Flytrap is that presidential secretary Betty Currie deserves our sympathy: an honest, loyal civil servant dragooned into a scandal she had nothing to do with.", "b) Did not quit on principle after Clinton admitted lies. \n\n Pluses: \n\n a) Urged president to be contrite and wrote excellent, sufficiently apologetic speech.", "c) Has been patient with the stonewalling, deceiving Clinton. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Paula Jones (The public's rating: -5 )", "a) Whistleblower (see d under Minuses): risked humiliation to expose something she believed was wrong. \n\n b) Smeared mercilessly by Clinton allies, the media.", "Slate rating: +2 \n\n The Clinton Cabinet (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "lower than Clinton's. One poll I saw pegged her favorability", "g) Did not have the grace to apologize to Lewinsky. \n\n h)Tried to shift the blame for his failures onto his accusers. \n\n Pluses:", "a) Sexually exploited by her older boss. \n\n b) Had her reputation smeared by Clintonistas and the media. \n\n c) Betrayed by Linda Tripp.", "Lewinsky, for example, has fantastically low approval ratings, much lower", "Same as Emanuel, except Lewis seems more morally outraged with Clinton than other White House aides. \n\n Slate rating: -2", "b) Said for seven months that we'd have to \"wait and see.\" Then, when Clinton finally admitted his lies, Davis was hardly embarrassed or critical of the president. \n\n Pluses:", "b) Were lied to by Clinton. \n\n c) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: +3", "Ann Lewis (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses and Pluses:", "a) Has known about Clinton's woman problem since 1992. \n\n b) Happily parroted Clinton's denial despite knowing that Clinton was a deceitful womanizer." ], [ "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )", "Slate rating-- She made a Faustian bargain, but you still feel sorry for Faust: +2 \n\n Al Gore (The public's rating: +3 )", "Pluses: \n\n a) Perfectly loyal. \n\n b) Consistent in attacks against Starr. \n\n Slate rating: -5", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Rep. Henry Hyde, R-Ill. (The public's rating: +4 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n David Kendall (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Rahm Emanuel (The public's rating: -1 )", "Slate rating: -7 \n\n James Carville (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "c) Has been patient with the stonewalling, deceiving Clinton. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Paula Jones (The public's rating: -5 )", "right here in Slate. No sale.)", "b) Had good sense to leave the White House before corrupting himself. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Hillary Clinton (The public's rating: +4 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Testified honestly but unwillingly, as they should. \n\n c) Did not leak. \n\n Slate rating: +5", "Pluses: \n\n a) Magnanimous toward the president. \n\n Slate rating: +1", "c) Has been endlessly psychologized by the media. \n\n d) Had her summer vacation ruined. \n\n Slate rating: +10", "a) Unquestionably loyal to his boss. \n\n b) Silent. \n\n Slate rating-- Not enough information to make a clean guess: Approx -5", "a) Had courage to turn on old boss and criticize his moral lapses. \n\n b) Urged Clinton to be fully contrite. \n\n Slate rating: -2" ], [ "Slate rating-- He never asked for our sympathy, and he doesn't deserve it: -9 \n\n Dick Morris (The public's rating: -6 )", "Slate rating-- She made a Faustian bargain, but you still feel sorry for Faust: +2 \n\n Al Gore (The public's rating: +3 )", "Pluses: \n\n a) Perfectly loyal. \n\n b) Consistent in attacks against Starr. \n\n Slate rating: -5", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n The Rev. Jesse Jackson (The public's rating: +2 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Rep. Henry Hyde, R-Ill. (The public's rating: +4 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Pluses: I cannot think of any. \n\n \n\n Slate rating: -7 \n\n Linda Tripp (The public's rating: -7 )", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n The American People (The public's rating: +7 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Loyal. \n\n Slate rating: -2 \n\n Rahm Emanuel (The public's rating: -1 )", "Slate rating: -1 \n\n David Kendall (The public's rating: 0 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: -7 \n\n James Carville (The public's rating: -1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "Slate rating: +4 \n\n Secret Service (The public's rating: +8 ) \n\n Minuses:", "c) Has been patient with the stonewalling, deceiving Clinton. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Paula Jones (The public's rating: -5 )", "right here in Slate. No sale.)", "Slate rating: +1 \n\n Leon Panetta (The public's rating: +1 ) \n\n Minuses:", "b) Had good sense to leave the White House before corrupting himself. \n\n Slate rating: +1 \n\n Hillary Clinton (The public's rating: +4 )", "b) Testified honestly but unwillingly, as they should. \n\n c) Did not leak. \n\n Slate rating: +5", "c) Has been endlessly psychologized by the media. \n\n d) Had her summer vacation ruined. \n\n Slate rating: +10", "Pluses: \n\n a) Magnanimous toward the president. \n\n Slate rating: +1", "a) Unquestionably loyal to his boss. \n\n b) Silent. \n\n Slate rating-- Not enough information to make a clean guess: Approx -5", "a) Had courage to turn on old boss and criticize his moral lapses. \n\n b) Urged Clinton to be fully contrite. \n\n Slate rating: -2" ] ]

[ "What unexpected characteristic did the sickness experienced by space travelers, caused by cosmic rays, display?", "How did Irgi come to be alone on his planet?", "What can we infer that Irgi is doing to himself when he bathes in the blue light created by the cones and the block?", "How does Emerson's ship first enter the story?", "Why did Emerson end up with a crew consisting of two criminals and a desperate dad?", "How did Emerson's ship get to the city where Irgi lived?", "How is communication between the Terrans and Irgi conducted?", "What occurs to Irgi while watching the images of the crewmen's brain waves?", "What crucial point does Irgi fail to consider when he begins to act to save the people of Earth?" ]

[ [ "The sickness could be transferred from the space traveler exposed to the cosmic rays to other people on Earth who had not engaged in space travel.", "There was no range of effects. Everyone who traveled in space got cancer and eventually died of it.", "It was easily cured using a medicine usually employed to de-worm livestock.", "Even lead shielding could not prevent the cosmic rays from getting through and causing sickness." ], [ "The text implies that the inhabitants of the planet Urg ruined their planet the way most intelligent races did - through the rages of nuclear war between nation-states.", "The text implies that a race of alien conquerors killed all of them except for Irgi.", "The text implies Irgi was a psychopath (in Earth terminology) who loosed a bioweapon on his own people, keeping the antidote only for himself, then regretted it later.", "The text implies that the same radiation sickness that is killing Terrans killed all of his people except him." ], [ "He is taking a bath in ultraviolet light, which is how Urgians cleanse themselves, since their planet is now devoid of water.", "The light just feels good, kind of like warming your hands over a campfire. Since there is no one to stop him, he just basks in the light for pleasure.", "He is self-administering the treatment for space cancer, as he must do once per Urgian year.", "He is engaging in a religious purification ritual that had been done by everyone on his planet for thousands of years. " ], [ "Using the cones and the block, which generate energy, Urg constructed a tractor beam and pulled Emerson's ship down to the surface.", "Emerson's ship crash lands on Urg, and Irgi finds it while traveling aimlessly, sunk in depressed loneliness.", "Earth had contacted Urg to let them know that they were sending a mission to Urg, so it was no surprise to anyone.", "Irgi notices it from a distance while speaking his loneliness to the universe." ], [ "Simple: Space Force Command simply picked the four most expendable people who could run a spaceship.", "Simple: all four men were lifelong friends, having grown up together, even if two of them did go bad and end up in prison.", "Simple: traveling in space was known to be a death sentence due to the sickness induced by cosmic rays, so no one else wanted to go.", "Simple: they were the only four people left on Earth healthy enough to try to make the journey." ], [ "The space ship started tumbling out of control on its way down to the planet, and they landed next to the domed city by dumb luck.", "The crew saw there was no sign of life where they originally touched down, so they flew in atmospheric mode around the planet till they saw the city and landed again.", "Irgi used his powers to move the ship from the desolate patch of rocks where it landed, to the city.", "The crew made a careful reconnaissance of the planet before choosing a landing site, and saw the opening in the city's globe covering and aimed for that." ], [ "The Terrans have a universal translator, and while it takes awhile to dial it in, they are eventually able to have two-way communication with Irgi in his language.", "Irgi restrains and sedates the crewmen, then hooks them up to an instrument that converts brain wave activity to images, and he is able to see what they are thinking. This is one-way only, from the Terrans to Irgi.", "At first, Irgi realizes that he is transmitting at a frequency below the threshold of human hearing. After he raises the frequency above twelve per second, the crewmen are able to hear him, and he can hear them.", "Irgi provides the crewmen with a brain wave recorder, and hooks it up to himself and lets the crew see the images. When they understand, they hook themselves up so that Irgi can also see the images of their thoughts." ], [ "It occurs to him that he could save the human race from space cancer using the same special cleansing energy source that saved him.", "It occurs to him that he could reconstruct the civilization and nation of Urg by bringing thousands of Terrans there to start over.", "It occurs to him that Mussdorf is going to be a big problem.", "It occurs to him that human DNA is not similar enough to his DNA to allow hybridization to take place, so he is still going to be the last of his race." ], [ "It never crosses his mind that many people on Earth would rather die than face pain inflicted at the hands of a thing that looks like an octopus - Irgi.", "It evidently does not occur to him that a frightened alien race that cannot communicate with him will interpret being restrained and subjected to the pain of the space cancer cleansing treatment as a hostile action.", "It never crosses his mind that some men are evil and selfish, and that some of his captives might not be people of goodwill.", "It evidently does not occur to him that he will not be able to travel to Earth with his equipment, and not enough people from Earth will be able to travel to Urg to make a difference." ] ]

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[ [ "meant a hideous death. Scientists attributed it to the cosmic rays, for\n out in space there was no blanketing layer of atmosphere to protect", "Cancer cases increased on Earth. It was learned that the virulent\n form of space cancer, as it was called, was in some peculiar manner,", "Radium. And the Plague. It had come on Earth suddenly, had the Plague,\n back in the first days of space travel, after Quigg, the American", "beginning. And no one had thought anything of it when Quigg, who had\n made the first flight through space, died of cancer.", "cosmos; perhaps they were, said some, the direct cause of life. Thus by\n causing the unorderly growth of new cells that man called cancer, the\n cosmic rays were destroying the life they had created.", "contagious to a certain extent. The alarm spread. Men who voyaged in\n space were segregated, but the damage had been done.", "As the years passed to a decade, and the ships of Earth rode to Mars\n and Venus, it began to be apparent that a lifetime of space travel", "The Plague spread, and ravaged the peoples of three planets.\n\n\n Hospitals were set up, and precious radium used for the fight. But the\n radium was hard to come by. There was just not enough for the job.", "It meant death to travel in space, and only the stupendous fees paid to\n the young men who believed in a short life and a merry one, kept the", "a single planet, if they did not perish of space cancer before their\n first goal. Carson Nichols, whose wife and children were dying of the", "the fleshy tissues of man from their piercing power. It had long been\n a theory that cosmic rays were related to the birth of new life in the", "ships plying between Mars and Earth and Venus. Lead kept out the cosmic\n rays, but lead would not stand the terrific speed required to lift a\n craft free of planetary gravity; and an inner coating of lead brought", "hurtled through space, and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. His\n grey eyes bored like a steel awl downward at the mighty globe swinging\n in the void.", "disease. Now he beheld the mighty salt mines where naked men swung huge\n picks at the crusted crystals, sweating and dying under a strange sun.\n Even these remnants of humanity festered with the growth.", "The ship began to glow softly, flushing a soft, delicate green. The\n light bathed the interior, turning the men a ghastly hue. Gunn shivered", "barge by comparison. And mankind gave it to Valentine Emerson to take\n it out among the stars to find the precious radium in sufficient\n quantities to halt the Plague.", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "He looked at the spaceship, ran exploring feelers over it. He cast a\n glance back at the creatures again, and shook his head. Strange beings", "ship. He had caught a confused, angry murmur on the radiation recorder.\n Perhaps the metal of the hull had in some manner made his voice audible", "\"Maybe—maybe he's vivisecting us,\" moaned Nichols. \"With rays or—or\n something—aagh! I can't stand it!\"" ], [ "been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count\n of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city,\n but he knew that much. There were no others.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "Only Irgi, alone.", "The Last Monster\nBy GARDNER F. FOX\nIrgi was the last of his monster race, guardian of\n\n a dead planet, master of the secret of immortality.", "\"Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and\n look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I\n will talk to them and tell them how lonely Irgi is.\"", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "\"Stars,\" he whispered, \"listen to me once again. I am lonely, stars,\n and the name and fame of Irgi means nothing to the walls of my city,", "clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the\n mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "\"I must speak,\" Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. \"I have not\n spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is\n the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise.", "a single planet, if they did not perish of space cancer before their\n first goal. Carson Nichols, whose wife and children were dying of the", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "they might be, but they had mastered interplanetary travel. Well, he'd\n always maintained that life would be different on other worlds. Life\n here on Urg took different patterns.", "that the room seemed a jungle of metal. Down on flat, smooth tables\n Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to" ], [ "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "This was his life work, this blue hum and throb. Those ten cones\n lifting their disced tips toward a circular roof bathed in, and drew", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "Opening the laboratory door, Irgi passed out and closed it behind him.\nIt was the sweat of agony trickling down his forehead and over his eyes", "Irgi unfastened clamps, and rolled the screen aside. He reached to a\n series of black knobs inset in the wall, and turned them carefully.", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "electrigraph screen. That should be absorbing. It made Irgi happy,\n reflecting upon it, and Irgi had not known happiness for a long time.", "their power from, a huge block of radiant white matter that hung\n suspended between the cones, in midair. All power did the cones and the", "that the room seemed a jungle of metal. Down on flat, smooth tables\n Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "nor to the Chamber of the Cones, nor even—at times—to Irgi himself.\"", "\"I must speak,\" Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. \"I have not\n spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is\n the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise.", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "Then there was the matter of the growth disease. He could eliminate\n that easily enough, in the Chamber of the Cones. But first they would", "been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count\n of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city,\n but he knew that much. There were no others.", "Within her gleaming walls, four men bent with hard faces over gleaming\n bands of color on a spectroscopic screen. With quivering fingers,\n Emerson twisted dials and switches.", "The blue opalescence deepened, grew dark and vivid. The hum broadened\n into a hoarse roar. And standing out, startlingly white against the\n blue, was the queer block of shining metal, shimmering and pulsing." ], [ "The ship rocked gently as Emerson set it down on a flat, rocky plain\n between two high, craggy mountains that rose abruptly from the tiny", "It was a spaceship.\nEmerson took his hands from the controls of the gigantic ship that", "where Emerson was lithe, granite where Emerson was chiseled steel. His\n hair was black, and his brows shaggy. A stubborn jaw shot out under\n thin, hard lips.", "\"What a radio\nhe\nmust have,\" said Emerson softly. \"The metal of our\n hull is his loudspeaker. That's why we heard him in all directions.\"", "and looked at Emerson, who went to the port window; stood staring out,\n gasping.", "\"Maybe you fellows ought to stay tied up,\" he said. \"In case that—that\n thing comes back. He won't blame us all for the break we're making.\"\n\n\n \"Not on your life,\" said Emerson.", "\"Something's alive,\" protested Emerson. \"Something that spoke to us,\n that is controlling this green beam.\"\nA section of the globe slid back, and the spaceship moved through the\n opening. The globe slipped back and locked after it.", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "\"Lord,\" whispered Mussdorf. \"What is it?\"\n\n\n \"Don't know,\" said Emerson. \"Maybe it's friendly—\"", "Something whispered in the ship. They jerked their heads up, stood\n listening. The faint susurration swept all about them, questioning,\n curious. It came again, imperative; suddenly demanding.", "and cheeks that woke Emerson. He opened his eyes, then clamped them\n shut as his body writhed in pain.", "\"Gawd,\" whispered Gunn. \"Wot is it, guv'nor?\"\n\n\n Emerson shook his head, frowning, suddenly glad that the others had\n heard it, too.", "door. He threw it open, and clean air, and faint tendrils of whitish\n mist came swirling into the ship.", "The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly; its legs gathered beneath it\n and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted", "\"Bring us some,\" cried Emerson suddenly, and turned again to look out\n the window.", "\"Think she's got the stuff, skipper?\" he asked Emerson.\n\n\n \"The spectroscope'll tell us. Break it out.\"\n\n\n \"You bet.\"", "A ship was built, the fastest vessel ever made by man. It was designed\n for speed. It made the swiftest interplanetary craft seem a lumbering", "The big Earthman was lifted high into the air, squeezed until his lungs\n nearly collapsed. He hung limp in a gigantic tentacle as Emerson ran", "Within her gleaming walls, four men bent with hard faces over gleaming\n bands of color on a spectroscopic screen. With quivering fingers,\n Emerson twisted dials and switches." ], [ "\"Maybe you fellows ought to stay tied up,\" he said. \"In case that—that\n thing comes back. He won't blame us all for the break we're making.\"\n\n\n \"Not on your life,\" said Emerson.", "It had not been easy to find a crew. The three worlds knew the men\n were going to their doom. It would be a miracle if ever they reached", "The ship rocked gently as Emerson set it down on a flat, rocky plain\n between two high, craggy mountains that rose abruptly from the tiny", "and looked at Emerson, who went to the port window; stood staring out,\n gasping.", "It was a spaceship.\nEmerson took his hands from the controls of the gigantic ship that", "Emerson, while its other arms stabbed out at Gunn and Nichols, catching\n them up and shaking them as a terrier shakes a rat.", "Within her gleaming walls, four men bent with hard faces over gleaming\n bands of color on a spectroscopic screen. With quivering fingers,\n Emerson twisted dials and switches.", "count. He came on account of his wife and kids. We were the only two\n who'd come. Convicts, both of us.\"", "where Emerson was lithe, granite where Emerson was chiseled steel. His\n hair was black, and his brows shaggy. A stubborn jaw shot out under\n thin, hard lips.", "\"Bring us some,\" cried Emerson suddenly, and turned again to look out\n the window.", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "The big Earthman was lifted high into the air, squeezed until his lungs\n nearly collapsed. He hung limp in a gigantic tentacle as Emerson ran", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "\"Gawd,\" whispered Gunn. \"Wot is it, guv'nor?\"\n\n\n Emerson shook his head, frowning, suddenly glad that the others had\n heard it, too.", "Emerson squirmed helplessly, cursing him, saying, \"What's gotten into\n you?\"", "\"Hang on, kid,\" gritted Emerson, fighting the straps. \"I think it's\n lessening. Yeah, yeah—it is. It doesn't hurt so much now.\"", "\"Got to get free,\" Emerson panted, straining against the wristbands.\n The hard muscles of his arms ridged with effort, but the straps held.\n He dropped back, sobbing.", "The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly; its legs gathered beneath it\n and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted", "\"You know a better way to die, of course,\" replied Emerson.", "Plague, begged him for a chance. A murderer convicted to the Martian\n salt mines, Karl Mussdorf, grudgingly agreed to go along on the promise" ], [ "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "The ship rocked gently as Emerson set it down on a flat, rocky plain\n between two high, craggy mountains that rose abruptly from the tiny", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count\n of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city,\n but he knew that much. There were no others.", "It was a spaceship.\nEmerson took his hands from the controls of the gigantic ship that", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "\"Stars,\" he whispered, \"listen to me once again. I am lonely, stars,\n and the name and fame of Irgi means nothing to the walls of my city,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "\"Something's alive,\" protested Emerson. \"Something that spoke to us,\n that is controlling this green beam.\"\nA section of the globe slid back, and the spaceship moved through the\n opening. The globe slipped back and locked after it.", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "where Emerson was lithe, granite where Emerson was chiseled steel. His\n hair was black, and his brows shaggy. A stubborn jaw shot out under\n thin, hard lips.", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "Irgi stared upward at a colossal figure graven in lucent white marble.\n He made out the letters chiseled into the base: GEORGE WASHINGTON. He", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "\"What a radio\nhe\nmust have,\" said Emerson softly. \"The metal of our\n hull is his loudspeaker. That's why we heard him in all directions.\"", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "barge by comparison. And mankind gave it to Valentine Emerson to take\n it out among the stars to find the precious radium in sufficient\n quantities to halt the Plague." ], [ "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "\"Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and\n look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I\n will talk to them and tell them how lonely Irgi is.\"", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "\"I must speak,\" Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. \"I have not\n spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is\n the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise.", "And if he could not speak to them, they could speak to him, through\n their minds. Once unconscious, he could tap their memories with an", "\"I wonder if they've perfected this,\" Irgi mused. \"They must be aware\n that the brain gives off electrical waves. Perhaps they can chart", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "Something whispered in the ship. They jerked their heads up, stood\n listening. The faint susurration swept all about them, questioning,\n curious. It came again, imperative; suddenly demanding.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count\n of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city,\n but he knew that much. There were no others.", "that the room seemed a jungle of metal. Down on flat, smooth tables\n Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "\"Something's alive,\" protested Emerson. \"Something that spoke to us,\n that is controlling this green beam.\"\nA section of the globe slid back, and the spaceship moved through the\n opening. The globe slipped back and locked after it.", "\"You were our commander—out there, in space. We're on a planet now.\n Things are different. I want to learn the secret of those mists,\n Emerson. Something tells me I'd get a fortune for it, on Earth.\"", "two arms. And such weak little limbs! Why, an Urgian cat would make\n short work of them if an Urgian cat existed any more, and Irgi had\n never rated cats very highly.", "The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly; its legs gathered beneath it\n and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in" ], [ "\"I wonder if they've perfected this,\" Irgi mused. \"They must be aware\n that the brain gives off electrical waves. Perhaps they can chart", "\"It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the\n electric charges all intelligent beings cast,\" Irgi said aloud, glad at", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "electrigraph screen. That should be absorbing. It made Irgi happy,\n reflecting upon it, and Irgi had not known happiness for a long time.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "Within her gleaming walls, four men bent with hard faces over gleaming\n bands of color on a spectroscopic screen. With quivering fingers,\n Emerson twisted dials and switches.", "Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a\n control panel on the wall, one after another, in proper sequence.", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "that the room seemed a jungle of metal. Down on flat, smooth tables\n Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "Opening the laboratory door, Irgi passed out and closed it behind him.\nIt was the sweat of agony trickling down his forehead and over his eyes", "Irgi unfastened clamps, and rolled the screen aside. He reached to a\n series of black knobs inset in the wall, and turned them carefully.", "And if he could not speak to them, they could speak to him, through\n their minds. Once unconscious, he could tap their memories with an", "He fitted metal clamps over their heads and screwed them tight. He\n wheeled forward a glassy screen; plugged in the cords that dangled from\n its frame to the metal clamps.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "\"Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and\n look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I\n will talk to them and tell them how lonely Irgi is.\"", "\"I must speak,\" Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. \"I have not\n spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is\n the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise.", "hurtled through space, and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. His\n grey eyes bored like a steel awl downward at the mighty globe swinging\n in the void." ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIrgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now; there had", "clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the\n mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind.", "been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count\n of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city,\n but he knew that much. There were no others.", "The Last Monster\nBy GARDNER F. FOX\nIrgi was the last of his monster race, guardian of\n\n a dead planet, master of the secret of immortality.", "Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings\n they were, unlike anything Irgi had ever conceived. Only two legs, only", "\"Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and\n look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I\n will talk to them and tell them how lonely Irgi is.\"", "block possess. There was nothing they could not do, if Irgi so willed.\n It was another discovery that came too late to save the Urg.", "A picture quivered on the screen; grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi\n found himself staring at a city far vaster than Urg. Grim white", "A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi\n read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning", "\"I must speak,\" Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. \"I have not\n spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is\n the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise.", "Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His\n eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and", "\"Stars,\" he whispered, \"listen to me once again. I am lonely, stars,\n and the name and fame of Irgi means nothing to the walls of my city,", "two arms. And such weak little limbs! Why, an Urgian cat would make\n short work of them if an Urgian cat existed any more, and Irgi had\n never rated cats very highly.", "Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was\n the combination of both that kept him sane.", "Only Irgi, alone.", "Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so.", "him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the\n plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in", "Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering\n bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body", "The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly; its legs gathered beneath it\n and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted", "\"A hell of a way to spend my last days,\" he growled. \"I'm dying on my\n feet, and I've got to be a martyr to a billion people who don't know\n I'm alive.\"" ] ]

[ "According to Ambassador Nithworth, who are the Qornt?", "The group try to come up with a plan in regards to the Qornt, and Nitworth decides", "After a short time of trying to locate the Qornt, Magnan", "What race are the aliens that attack the expedition?", "What is the difference between the two aliens the pair run into and the Qornt?", "Why do Zubb and his companion try to capture the humans? ", "What is the prediction for the length of the feast that the Qornt are participating in?", "What happens to the Verpp when they moult?", "What do the Qornt transform into once they moult?", "Why is there no way to call off the invasion?" ]

[ [ "They are the inhabitants of the next planet that they plan to overtake.", "An alien race who are known to be mediators amongst warring nations.", "They are gods and should be feared.", "An alien race that was very violent but somehow disappeared several centuries before." ], [ "They need to flee the planet to be safe.", "They will stand and fight against them.", "Magnan needs the experience involved in a recon mission.", "Retief has to confront them due to a punishment he receives." ], [ "finds them and quickly defeats them.", "says it's too bad they could not be located and attempts to go back to camp.", "finds them and runs.", "sees them from afar but tells everyone else they could not be found." ], [ "Zubb", "Human", "Qornt", "Verpp" ], [ "Nothing. They are the exact same.", "The Qornt like to fight, and they don't care about the finer things in life.", "The Qornt are much less violent.", "The Qornt only eat humans." ], [ "They want them as specimens.", "They want to keep them safe from the Qornts.", "They want to take them to the Qornt for a reward.", "They want to eat them." ], [ "6 hours.", "several days.", "several weeks.", "several months." ], [ "They die.", "They transform into Qornt.", "They transform into Boog.", "They transform into Rheuk." ], [ "No one knows because they have never lived that long.", "They turn back into Boog.", "They turn back into Verpp.", "They turn simply grow larger." ], [ "There is no way to contact the proper channels to have it stopped.", "It is destiny, and there is no way to avoid it.", "There is a bombing that has been set on a timer, and there is no way to disarm the bomb or turn off the timer.", "Even if the leader does not want to go to war, other factions will come in, kill him, and go anyway." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "\"Fifteen or twenty what?\" Magnan looked perplexed.\n\n\n \"Fifteen or twenty Qornt.\"", "\"Please, restrain yourself. I was merely somewhat astonished—\" a small\n whistle escaped—\"at being taken for a Qornt.\"\n\n\n \"Aren't you a Qornt?\"", "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation\n for the finer things of life. One dreads to contemplate descending to\ntheir\nlevel.\"", "\"And the Qornt are responsible for the ultimatum—unilaterally?\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"Do you mean to say,\" Magnan demanded, \"that these ferocious Qornt, who\n have issued an ultimatum to the Corps Diplomatique Terrestrienne—who", "\"What kind of vessels? Warships?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. What other kind would the Qornt bother with?\"" ], [ "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"Now,\" Qorn said, lolling back in his chair, glass in hand. \"There's a\n bit of sport to be had here, lads. What shall we do with them?\"", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "assure you, it's useless. We Qornt\nlike\nto fight.\"", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"", "\"One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it\n might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I'm\n not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me.\"", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"Well, I see you're of a mind with me,\" Nitworth nodded. \"Our plan of\n action is clear, but it remains to be implemented. We have a population", "\"It should have the effect of stimulating the Terries to put up a\n reasonable scrap,\" Qorn said judiciously. \"I have a feeling that\n they're thinking of giving up without a struggle.\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "\"Silence!\" Qorn hooted. \"No use your talking to my loyal lieutenants\n anyway,\" he added. \"They do whatever I convince them they ought to do.\"", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. \"All for one and one for all, that's\n us.\"\n\n\n \"And you're the one, eh, Qorn?\" Retief commented.", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again." ], [ "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "\"A delightful vista,\" Magnan said, mopping at his face. \"A pity we\n couldn't locate the Qornt. We'll go back now and report—\"", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"Fifteen or twenty what?\" Magnan looked perplexed.\n\n\n \"Fifteen or twenty Qornt.\"", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "\"Why, your Excellency—\" Magnan started, stepping forward.\n\n\n \"Stay back!\" Qorn hooted. \"Stand over there where I can keep an eye on\n you.\"", "A second great green-clad figure rose up to block his way. He spun,\n darted to the left. The first Qornt pounced, grappled Magnan to its", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "Retief jumped forward, hauled Magnan free, thrust him aside and\n stopped, right fist cocked. The two Qornt lay groaning feebly.", "\"I've lost the thread,\" Magnan said. \"Who are the new Qornt?\"", "Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. \"Take these two,\"\n he hooted. \"I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" Magnan started.", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Yes, yes, of course. Qornt Hall lies here inside the village.\"\n\n\n \"This is Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"A modest civic center, sir, but there are those who love it.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"I wouldn't worry too much, Mr. Magnan. This is a light-Gee world. I\n doubt if old Qorn would weigh up at more than two-fifty standard pounds\n here.\"", "\"I'll go for help,\" Magnan squeaked. He whirled and took three leaps\n into the brush.", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "\"What?\" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered.", "\"One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it\n might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I'm\n not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me.\"", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"" ], [ "Qorn hissed and charged. Retief whirled aside, then struck the alien's\n off-leg in a flying tackle. Qorn leaned, arms windmilling, crashed to", "\"They were a warlike race known in this sector back in Concordiat\n times, perhaps two hundred years ago. They vanished as suddenly as\n they had appeared. There was no record of where they went.\" He paused\n for effect.", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "\"Few signs of an advanced technology here,\" Magnan whispered. \"These\n creatures must devote all their talents to warlike enterprise.\"", "clacking against the polished floor. The other aliens—both servitors\n and bejeweled Qornt—formed a wide circle, all eyes unwaveringly on the\n combatants.", "\"You should have known better than to tackle that fierce-looking\n creature,\" Zubb said, pointing his beak at Magnan.\n\n\n \"How does it happen that you speak Terrestrial?\" Retief asked.", "\"I suppose so; it sounds like them. A truculent group, you know. And\n interplanetary relations\nare\nrather a hobby of theirs.\"", "\"The outer planet of this system.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes. We call it Guzzum. I had heard that some sort of creatures\n had established a settlement there, but I confess I pay little note to\n such matters.\"", "narrow chest. Magnan yelled, threshing and kicking, broke free,\n turned—and collided with the eight-foot alien, coming in fast from the\n right. All three went down in a tangle of limbs.", "\"Note, gentlemen, that these invaders have appeared on terrestrial\n controlled soil—and without so much as a flicker from the instruments\n of the Navigational Monitor Service!\"", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "Zubb moaned and stirred. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. He spoke\n to his companion in a shrill alien clatter of consonants.\n\n\n \"What did he say?\"", "\"Look here, Zubb.\" Magnan shook a finger at the tall alien. \"How is it\n that these Qornt are allowed to embark on piratical ventures of this\n sort without reference to the wishes of the majority?\"", "\"They have now reappeared—occupying the inner planet of this system!\"\n\n\n \"But, sir,\" Second Secretary Magnan offered. \"That's uninhabited\n Terrestrial territory....\"", "\"We plan to use this planet for target practice,\" Retief said. \"A new\n type hell bomb we've worked out. Have all your people off of it in\n seventy-two hours, or suffer the consequences.\"\nIV", "There was a sound of crackling foliage. Twenty feet ahead, a leafy\n branch swung aside. An eight-foot biped stepped into view, long, thin,", "\"We're up against something new, gentlemen! I've considered every\n hypothesis from cloaks of invisibility to time travel! The fact is—the", "\"Great heavens, Retief!\" Magnan exclaimed in a whisper. \"It sounds as\n though these brutes employ a battle armada as simpler souls might a set\n of toy sailboats!\"" ], [ "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?\"\n\n\n There was a moment of profound silence. Nitworth leaned forward,\n looking solemn.", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "\"Please, restrain yourself. I was merely somewhat astonished—\" a small\n whistle escaped—\"at being taken for a Qornt.\"\n\n\n \"Aren't you a Qornt?\"", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "clacking against the polished floor. The other aliens—both servitors\n and bejeweled Qornt—formed a wide circle, all eyes unwaveringly on the\n combatants.", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "\"Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation\n for the finer things of life. One dreads to contemplate descending to\ntheir\nlevel.\"", "Qorn hissed and charged. Retief whirled aside, then struck the alien's\n off-leg in a flying tackle. Qorn leaned, arms windmilling, crashed to", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "\"They're fully automated twenty-thousand-ton all-purpose dreadnaughts.\n They mount a variety of weapons. The Qornt are fond of that sort of", "\"What kind of vessels? Warships?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. What other kind would the Qornt bother with?\"", "thing. Each of the Qornt has his own, of course. They're virtually\n identical, except for the personal touches each individual has given\n his ship.\"", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"A caste? You mean they're biologically the same as you?\"\n\n\n \"Not at all! A Verpp wouldn't think of fertilizing a Qornt.\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again." ], [ "\"Never mind us,\" Retief said. \"It's you fellows we'd like to talk\n about. How many of you are there?\"\n\n\n \"Only Zubb and myself.\"", "Zubb moaned and stirred. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. He spoke\n to his companion in a shrill alien clatter of consonants.\n\n\n \"What did he say?\"", "\"Poor Zubb. He blames me for his bruises, since it was my idea to\n gather you as specimens.\"", "\"You should have known better than to tackle that fierce-looking\n creature,\" Zubb said, pointing his beak at Magnan.\n\n\n \"How does it happen that you speak Terrestrial?\" Retief asked.", "Zubb hesitated. Magnan held out a hand. \"I must ask you to hand me your\n weapons, Zubb.\"\n\n\n \"Look here,\" Zubb began.", "\"Look here, Zubb.\" Magnan shook a finger at the tall alien. \"How is it\n that these Qornt are allowed to embark on piratical ventures of this\n sort without reference to the wishes of the majority?\"", "\"I told you they were brutes,\" Zubb shrilled.", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "\"I? Great snail trails, no!\" More stifled whistles of amusement escaped\n the beaked face. \"Both Zubb and I are Verpp. Naturalists, as it\n happens.\"", "\"I suspected you had hidden qualities, Zubb,\" Retief commented.\n\n\n \"See here, Zubb! We're diplomats!\" Magnan started.", "Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. \"Chain that\n one.\" He indicated Magnan. His eyes went to Retief. \"This one's bigger;\n you'd best chain him, too.\"", "Zubb finished his speech and fell silent, breathing hard.\n\n\n Qorn looked Retief over in silence, then belched.", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "puffed, trotting at Retief's side. \"These fellows Zubb and Slun—Oh,\n they seem affable enough, but how can we be sure we're not being led\n into a trap?\"", "\"Come softly, now.\" Zubb beckoned, moving toward a bend in the\n yellow-lit corridor. Retief and Magnan moved forward.", "\"And now an interview with the Qorn himself,\" Zubb shrilled. \"If you'll\n kindly step along, gentlemen....\"", "Zubb screeched, waved the guns. The Qornt were jabbering.", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"Nonsense, Slun!\" Zubb pushed forward. \"I'll escort our guests to Qornt\n Hall.\" He twittered briefly to his fellow Verpp. Slun twittered back.", "\"Come along, please,\" Zubb called. \"Another ten minutes' walk—\"" ], [ "\"When will the feast be over?\" Magnan called hoarsely.\n\n\n \"In another few weeks, I should imagine, if, as you say, they've\n scheduled an invasion for next month.\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"Ah, a moment,\" Zubb said. \"Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the\n feasters—he with the head-dress of crimson, purple, silver and pink.\"", "\"We don't mind a little fighting—within reason. And, of course, as\n Qornt, we're expected to die in battle. But what I say is, why rush\n things?\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again.", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "thirtieth day. Then will the Qornt come with steel and fire. Receive,\n Terrestrials, renewed assurances of my awareness of your existence,", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "\"Now,\" Qorn said, lolling back in his chair, glass in hand. \"There's a\n bit of sport to be had here, lads. What shall we do with them?\"", "\"One might, at that. The Qornt have made their play, but I think it\n might be valuable to take a look at their cards before we fold. If I'm\n not back at the boat in an hour, lift without me.\"", "Qorn rumbled and resumed his seat. \"All for one and one for all, that's\n us.\"\n\n\n \"And you're the one, eh, Qorn?\" Retief commented.", "\"Oh, by no means. The fleet lifts in thirty days. After all, we're\n Qornt; we have to satisfy our drive to action.\"", "\"Hmmmm. That's a good question. So far, none have survived Qornthood.\"", "\"Are there any Qornt down there at the harbor, where the boats are?\"\n Retief asked.\n\n\n \"At Tarroon, you mean? Oh, yes. Planning some adventure.\"", "\"Fifteen or twenty what?\" Magnan looked perplexed.\n\n\n \"Fifteen or twenty Qornt.\"", "assure you, it's useless. We Qornt\nlike\nto fight.\"" ], [ "\"After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course.\n The Gwil become Boog, the Boog become Rheuk, the Rheuk metamorphosize\n into Verpp—\"", "\"Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old\n saying goes.\"\n\n\n \"What do Qornt turn into?\" Retief asked.", "\"I? Great snail trails, no!\" More stifled whistles of amusement escaped\n the beaked face. \"Both Zubb and I are Verpp. Naturalists, as it\n happens.\"", "followed by Magnan and the tall Verpp. The shrill chatter at the table\n faded.", "\"By no means,\" Zubb whistled. \"I much prefer to observe the frenzy\n of the Qornt when presented with the news that two peaceful Verpp", "\"Nonsense, Slun!\" Zubb pushed forward. \"I'll escort our guests to Qornt\n Hall.\" He twittered briefly to his fellow Verpp. Slun twittered back.", "\"A caste? You mean they're biologically the same as you?\"\n\n\n \"Not at all! A Verpp wouldn't think of fertilizing a Qornt.\"", "\"I have a suggestion,\" Magnan said. \"Why not turn the reins of\n government over to the Verpp? They seem a level-headed group.\"", "There was a sound of crackling foliage. Twenty feet ahead, a leafy\n branch swung aside. An eight-foot biped stepped into view, long, thin,", "face, was wiry, stiff, moss-green, with tufts of chartreuse fuzz\n surrounding what appeared to be tympanic membranes. The tall head-dress", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "green-clad legs with back-bending knees moving in quick, bird-like\n steps. A pair of immense black-lensed goggles covered staring eyes set", "with a hollow clack. He wilted, an ungainly tangle of over-long limbs\n and gay silks.", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"When estivating time comes there'd be no burrows for us. Anyway, with\n the new Qornt stepping on our heels—\"", "\"You can do better than that,\" Qorn hooted. \"Now here's a suggestion:\n we carve them up a little—lop off the external labiae and pinnae,\n say—and ship them back.\"", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "\"Oh, these,\" Retief said. He tensed his arms. The soft aluminum links\n stretched and broke. He shook the light metal free. \"We diplomats like", "\"That depends. I wouldn't recommend interfering with the Gwil or the\n Rheuk; it's their nest-mending time, you know. The Boog will be busy", "\"My idea exactly,\" Retief said. \"You claim you can lick any man in\n the house. Unwind yourself from your ribbons and step out here on the" ], [ "\"After estivating, the Verpp moult, and then they're Qornt, of course.\n The Gwil become Boog, the Boog become Rheuk, the Rheuk metamorphosize\n into Verpp—\"", "\"Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old\n saying goes.\"\n\n\n \"What do Qornt turn into?\" Retief asked.", "\"Oh, not at all—except perhaps to a Terrestrial. The Qornt are\n sturdily built rascals, all over ten feet in height. And, of course,\n they do nothing but quarrel. A drone caste, actually.\"", "Magnan gulped audibly. The Qornt froze, head tilted, beak aimed\n directly at the spot where the Terrestrials stood in the deep shade of\n a giant trunk.", "have been assaulted and kidnapped by bullying interlopers. If there's\n anything that annoys the Qornt, it's Qornt-like behavior in others. Now\n step along, please.\"", "Magnan's mouth opened and closed soundlessly.\n\n\n \"Not afraid of a few Qornt, are you, Magnan?\"", "mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up\n with their ceremonial feasting. I'm afraid no one will take any notice\n of you.\"", "\"How many Qornt would you say there are at Tarroon?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, a very large number. Perhaps fifteen or twenty.\"", "Ahead, Zubb slowed. A distant susurration was audible, a sustained\n high-pitched screeching. \"Softly, now. We approach Qornt Hall. They", "\"But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—\"\n\n\n \"I can lick any Qornt in the house.\" Qorn said. \"That's why I'm Qorn.\"\n He belched again.", "\"I mean altogether. How many Qornt?\"\n\n\n The alien whistled shrilly.\n\n\n \"Here, no signalling!\" Magnan snapped, looking around.", "\"Don't mistake me. We Qornt like a military life. It's great sport to\n sit around roaring fires and drink and tell lies and then go dashing", "\"Indeed, Mr. Magnan?\" Nitworth smiled icily. \"It appears the Qornt do\n not share that opinion.\" He plucked a heavy parchment from a folder\n before him, harrumphed and read aloud:", "A second great green-clad figure rose up to block his way. He spun,\n darted to the left. The first Qornt pounced, grappled Magnan to its", "\"Please, restrain yourself. I was merely somewhat astonished—\" a small\n whistle escaped—\"at being taken for a Qornt.\"\n\n\n \"Aren't you a Qornt?\"", "Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped\n forward, gibbered, waving his arms excitedly. Qorn pushed back his", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"You can do better than that,\" Qorn hooted. \"Now here's a suggestion:\n we carve them up a little—lop off the external labiae and pinnae,\n say—and ship them back.\"", "\"I guess so,\" grunted a giant Qornt in iridescent blue with\n flame-colored plumes.", "\"What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one\n among us who's a slave to instinct—and, naturally, we have to follow\n him.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"" ], [ "Centers—all with their own leaders. No, gentlemen, the Invasion is\n definitely on.\"", "\"That would be the invasion of Smorbrod,\" Magnan said. \"And unless we\n hurry, Retief, we're likely to be caught there with the last of the\n evacuees!\"", "\"When will the feast be over?\" Magnan called hoarsely.\n\n\n \"In another few weeks, I should imagine, if, as you say, they've\n scheduled an invasion for next month.\"", "\"See here, we have no interest in investigating this barrow,\" Magnan\n announced. \"We wish you to take us direct to Tarroon to interview your\n military leaders regarding the ultimatum!\"", "\"We can't.\"\n\n\n Magnan stopped short. \"Let's go back.\"\n\n\n \"All right,\" Retief said. \"Of course there may be an ambush—\"", "\"No! No begging,\" the Economic Officer objected. \"I'd say a calm,\n dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible.\"", "\"Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if\n he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other", "\"Oh, by no means. The fleet lifts in thirty days. After all, we're\n Qornt; we have to satisfy our drive to action.\"", "\"Note, gentlemen, that these invaders have appeared on terrestrial\n controlled soil—and without so much as a flicker from the instruments\n of the Navigational Monitor Service!\"", "\"Nonsense! A diplomat is immune to heroic impulses. Take Retief along.\n No dawdling, now! I want you on the way in two hours. Notify the\n transport pool at once. Now get going!\"", "Qorn slammed his fist down on the table. \"I don't care what they are!\"\n he honked. \"Evacuate, hell! I can field eighty-five combat-ready ships!\"", "\"Silence!\" Qorn hooted. \"No use your talking to my loyal lieutenants\n anyway,\" he added. \"They do whatever I convince them they ought to do.\"", "\"We're wasting time, Retief,\" Magnan said. \"We must truss these chaps\n up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they\n said.\"", "\"We plan to use this planet for target practice,\" Retief said. \"A new\n type hell bomb we've worked out. Have all your people off of it in\n seventy-two hours, or suffer the consequences.\"\nIV", "\"Why, your Excellency—\" Magnan started, stepping forward.\n\n\n \"Stay back!\" Qorn hooted. \"Stand over there where I can keep an eye on\n you.\"", "\"Why don't you go invade somebody else?\" Magnan suggested. \"I could\n name some very attractive prospects—outside my sector, of course.\"", "\"We don't want to give them the idea we spook easily,\" the Military\n Attache said. \"Let's delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow.\"", "\"I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong impression, your Excellency,\"\n Retief said blandly. \"We didn't come to negotiate. We came to deliver\n an Ultimatum.\"", "\"It should have the effect of stimulating the Terries to put up a\n reasonable scrap,\" Qorn said judiciously. \"I have a feeling that\n they're thinking of giving up without a struggle.\"", "\"Afraid? Good lord, no, ha ha. It's just that I'm afraid I may lose my\n head and do something rash if I go.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does the Earth have no moon?", "How many people are left alive on Earth?", "What are the layers of frozen material, from bottom to top?", "How does the family communicate when they go outside?", "Why did his father not want the boy to tell his mom if he saw more lights outside?", "How many planets went with the dark star?", "What did the boy see by the window of the opposite apartment?", "How does the family feel about leaving their home?" ]

[ [ "The moon disintegrated in the battle between stars", "The moon was stolen by a dark star", "The moon stayed with the sun", "The moon was flung off into space on its own" ], [ "a number of people in various places", "Only the boy", "Only the boy, his family, and some people in New Mexico", "Only the boy, his mom, his dad, and his sister" ], [ "Water, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, oxygen, helium", "Water, carbon dioxide, helium, oxygen, nitrogen", "Water, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, helium, oxygen", "Water, nitrogen, carbon dioxide, oxygen, helium" ], [ "By talking with their helmets touching", "By radio waves", "By tapping out morse code", "By flashing lights" ], [ "He didn't want to hear her throw fits about it.", "He wanted to protect her like she had protected him", "He knew there was no one out there", "He didn't want her to be hopeful someone was coming" ], [ "All of them", "Just the Earth", "Most of them", "The Earth and a couple of others" ], [ "A small star that had come down to Earth", "A hallucination", "An instrument looking for life", "A young lady's face" ], [ "They want to leave as soon as possible", "They decide to stay in their home forever to keep the fire going", "It takes some time for them to decide to leave", "They are too afraid of strangers to leave" ] ]

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[ [ "of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to\n investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt\n down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didn't have", "carried us off. The Sun got a consolation prize, though. At the last\n minute he managed to hold on to the Moon.", "miles from the next planet. And no matter how long the human race might\n have lived, the end would have come some night. Those things don't\n matter. What matters is that life is good. It has a lovely texture,", "Most of the other planets were on the other side of the Sun and didn't\n get involved. The Sun and the newcomer fought over the Earth for a", "You see, the dark star was going through space faster than the Sun, and\n in the opposite direction, and it had to wrench the world considerably\n in order to take it away.", "there was no atmosphere to carry them around the curve of the Earth.", "I found myself wondering whether there mightn't be something on the\n dark star that wanted us, and if that was why it had captured the\n Earth. Just then we came to the end of the corridor and I followed Pa\n out on the balcony.", "Besides that, there's a feeling that comes with it always being night,\ncold\nnight. Pa says there used to be some of that feeling even in the", "\"Life's always been a business of working hard and fighting the cold,\"\n Pa was saying. \"The earth's always been a lonely place, millions of", "You see, it's this way. We know that everything is dead out there. Pa\n heard the last radio voices fade away years ago, and had seen some of", "Of course we hadn't heard them land, since there was no air to carry\n the sound, and they'd had to investigate around quite a while before\n finding us. Their instruments had given them a wrong steer and they'd", "The Big Jerk didn't last long. It was over as soon as the Earth\n was settled down in its new orbit around the dark star. But it was", "You see, when the Earth got cold, all the water in the air froze first\n and made a blanket ten feet thick or so everywhere, and then down on", "He told us how the Earth had been swinging around the Sun ever so\n steady and warm, and the people on it fixing to make money and wars and", "very fussy about keeping them wound. He says we must never forget time,\n and without a sun or moon, that would be easy to do.", "in the Big Freeze that followed—followed very quick, you know, both\n because the dark star was pulling us away very fast and because Earth's", "existence of hard work and cold and loneliness? The human race is done.\n The Earth is done. Why not give up, I asked myself—and all of a sudden\n I got the answer.\"", "calls it, when all Earth got yanked suddenly, just as Pa has done to\n me once or twice, grabbing me by the collar to do it, when I've been\n sitting too far from the fire.", "great sliding surges that buried nearby lands. Earth was almost jerked\n out of its atmosphere blanket and the air got so thin in spots that\n people keeled over and fainted—though of course, at the same time,", "thought it would hit the Earth. There was even the start of a rush to\n get to a place called China, because people thought the star would hit\n on the other side. But then they found it wasn't going to hit either" ], [ "You see, it's this way. We know that everything is dead out there. Pa\n heard the last radio voices fade away years ago, and had seen some of", "the pail. Who wouldn't, knowing everyone on Earth was dead except Pa\n and Ma and Sis and you?\nEven at that, I don't suppose I should have been surprised. We all", "miles from the next planet. And no matter how long the human race might\n have lived, the end would have come some night. Those things don't\n matter. What matters is that life is good. It has a lovely texture,", "They were simply people, you see. We hadn't been the only ones to\n survive; we'd just thought so, for natural enough reasons. These three", "people had survived, and quite a few others with them. And when we\n found out\nhow\nthey'd survived, Pa let out the biggest whoop of joy.", "\"It's different, now that we know others are alive,\" he explains to me.\n \"Your mother doesn't feel so hopeless any more. Neither do I, for that", "\"Life's always been a business of working hard and fighting the cold,\"\n Pa was saying. \"The earth's always been a lonely place, millions of", "The Big Jerk didn't last long. It was over as soon as the Earth\n was settled down in its new orbit around the dark star. But it was", "got things going smoothly at Los Alamos, which had taken years, they'd\n decided to make some trips to likely places where there might be other\n survivors. No good trying long-distance radio signals, of course, since", "existence of hard work and cold and loneliness? The human race is done.\n The Earth is done. Why not give up, I asked myself—and all of a sudden\n I got the answer.\"", "He told us how the Earth had been swinging around the Sun ever so\n steady and warm, and the people on it fixing to make money and wars and", "That was the time of the monster earthquakes and floods, twenty times\n worse than anything before. It was also the time of the Big Jerk, as Pa", "the last folks die who weren't as lucky or well-protected as us. So we\n knew that if there was something groping around out there, it couldn't\n be anything human or friendly.", "They'd been scouting around for survivors, but they never expected to\n find any in a place like this. They had rocket ships at Los Alamos and", "of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to\n investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt\n down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didn't have", "You see, when the Earth got cold, all the water in the air froze first\n and made a blanket ten feet thick or so everywhere, and then down on", "Most of the other planets were on the other side of the Sun and didn't\n get involved. The Sun and the newcomer fought over the Earth for a", "\"You'll quickly get over that feeling son,\" he said. \"The trouble with\n the world was that it kept getting smaller and smaller, till it ended", "great sliding surges that buried nearby lands. Earth was almost jerked\n out of its atmosphere blanket and the air got so thin in spots that\n people keeled over and fainted—though of course, at the same time,", "would freeze—and they'd been working like mad to fix up a place with\n airtight walls and doors, and insulation against the cold, and big\n supplies of food and fuel and water and bottled air. But the place" ], [ "top of that dropped the crystals of frozen air, making another white\n blanket sixty or seventy feet thick maybe.", "You see, when the Earth got cold, all the water in the air froze first\n and made a blanket ten feet thick or so everywhere, and then down on", "very top, there's a slick of liquid helium, which is funny stuff.\n All of these gases in neat separate layers. Like a pussy caffay, Pa\n laughingly says, whatever that is.", "would be frozen dead, it takes on a strange new life. A slimy stuff\n comes crawling toward the Nest, just like an animal snuffing for", "Here and there a few icicles hang, water icicles from the first days\n of the cold, other icicles of frozen air that melted on the roofs and", "Still, I've got an idea of some of the things that happened from the\n frozen folk I've seen, a few of them in other rooms in our building,\n others clustered around the furnaces in the basements where we go for\n coal.", "dripped and froze again. Sometimes one of those icicles will catch the\n light of a star and send it to you so brightly you think the star has", "The frozen folk with minds from the dark star behind their unwinking\n eyes, creeping, crawling, snuffing their way, following the heat to the\n Nest.", "fifth floor of the opposite apartment, which hereabouts is the floor\n just above the white blanket of frozen air. I'd never seen a live young", "ever-growing cold, with the temperature creeping down the last few\n degrees to the last zero, had mysteriously wakened the frozen folk to\n life—not warm-blooded life, but something icy and horrible?", "Yet it's that glimmery white stuff in the pail that keeps us alive.\n It slowly melts and vanishes and refreshes the Nest and feeds the", "would freeze—and they'd been working like mad to fix up a place with\n airtight walls and doors, and insulation against the cold, and big\n supplies of food and fuel and water and bottled air. But the place", "things, such as pails of snow to melt for water. We have to go way down\n to the bottom floor for that stuff, which is a mean trip, and get it\n through a door to outside.", "Of course, all the parts of the air didn't freeze and snow down at the\n same time.", "He wasn't just making up those ideas. Odd things happen in a world\n that's about as cold as can be, and just when you think matter", "off another scare, I got to thinking of the frozen folk again. All of a\n sudden I got an idea that scared me worse than anything yet. You see,", "I tell you, the thought of it gave me the creeps. I just stood there\n shaking, and almost froze my feet and did frost my helmet so solid on", "homemade ones, only fancier, and that the men were, too—and that the\n frozen folk certainly wouldn't be wearing those. Also, I noticed that", "And then, from beyond the blankets, I thought I heard a tiny noise. My\n skin tightened all over me.\n\n\n Pa was telling about the early years in the Nest and had come to the\n place where he philosophizes.", "rugs. Three of the sides are blankets, and the blankets roofing it\n touch Pa's head. He tells me it's inside a much bigger room, but I've\n never seen the real walls or ceiling." ], [ "Ma raised a howl at the idea of being left alone, and Sis joined\n in, too, but Pa quieted them. We started climbing into our outside", "The strangers were puzzled like anything at first, but then they got\n the idea. As Pa kept saying, \"It just doesn't seem right to let this", "\"So right then and there,\" Pa went on, and now I could tell that he\n heard the steps, too, and was talking loud so we maybe wouldn't hear", "Pa led the way and I took hold of his belt. It's a funny thing, I'm not\n afraid to go by myself, but when Pa's along I always want to hold on to", "fact that Pa took it seriously.\nIt's hard to hide your feelings about such a thing. When we got back in\n the Nest and took off our outside clothes, Pa laughed about it all and", "wasted some time in the building across the street.\nBy now, all five adults were talking like sixty. Pa was demonstrating\n to the men how he worked the fire and got rid of the ice in the chimney", "In fact, there was so much talking and excitement that Pa forgot about\n things, and it wasn't until they were all getting groggy that he looked", "toward the door, as if waiting for someone who never came back with\n warmth and food. They're all still and stiff as statues, of course, but\n just like life.", "And then, from beyond the blankets, I thought I heard a tiny noise. My\n skin tightened all over me.\n\n\n Pa was telling about the early years in the Nest and had come to the\n place where he philosophizes.", "We were all sitting very still. Even the fire was burning silently.\n There was just the sound of Pa's voice and the clocks.", "The silence kept on while I swallowed hard a couple of times, and after\n that there was all sorts of jabbering and commotion.", "of wild as she watched Pa fix on his helmet tight and pick up a pail\n and the two of us go out.", "it to the skies. I could tell from the way they wrinkled their noses\n that they found the Nest a bit smelly, but they never mentioned that at\n all and just asked bushels of questions.", "got things going smoothly at Los Alamos, which had taken years, they'd\n decided to make some trips to likely places where there might be other\n survivors. No good trying long-distance radio signals, of course, since", "Pretty soon I was feeling my familiar way through the thirty or so\n blankets and rugs Pa has got hung around to slow down the escape of", "\"It's different, now that we know others are alive,\" he explains to me.\n \"Your mother doesn't feel so hopeless any more. Neither do I, for that", "Ma started moaning again, \"I've always known there was something\n outside there, waiting to get us. I've felt it for years—something", "You see, it's this way. We know that everything is dead out there. Pa\n heard the last radio voices fade away years ago, and had seen some of", "But then the blanket actually did move and lift. And there was a bright\n light somewhere behind it. Pa's voice stopped and his eyes turned to", "Pa had everything on but his helmet. He knelt by the fireplace and\n reached in and shook the long metal rod that goes up the chimney and" ], [ "\"And you watched this light for some time, son?\" he asked when I\n finished.\n\n\n I hadn't said anything about first thinking it was a young lady's face.\n Somehow that part embarrassed me.", "Inside, he said to me, touching helmets, \"If you see something like\n that again, son, don't tell the others. Your Ma's sort of nervous these", "But then the blanket actually did move and lift. And there was a bright\n light somewhere behind it. Pa's voice stopped and his eyes turned to", "a little light. They scared me pretty bad and made my heart pound,\n especially the young lady.\nNow, with Pa telling his story for the umpteenth time to take our minds", "around inside them now, or anywhere else. To my surprise, Pa didn't\n bawl me out and tell me I'd been seeing things. He looked all around", "Pa showed them to me once in quick winks of his flashlight, when\n he still had a fair supply of batteries and could afford to waste", "\"So right then and there,\" Pa went on, and now I could tell that he\n heard the steps, too, and was talking loud so we maybe wouldn't hear", "And then, from beyond the blankets, I thought I heard a tiny noise. My\n skin tightened all over me.\n\n\n Pa was telling about the early years in the Nest and had come to the\n place where he philosophizes.", "\"Not like anything I ever saw,\" I told him.\n\n\n He stood for a moment frowning. Then, \"I'll go out with you, and you\n show it to me,\" he said.", "He touched his helmet to mine so we could talk easier and he asked me\n to point out the windows to him. But there wasn't any light moving", "told them it was nothing and kidded me for having such an imagination,\n but his words fell flat. He didn't convince Ma and Sis any more than", "I tell you, that thought gave me a very bad turn and I wanted very\n badly to tell the others my fears, but I remembered what Pa had said\n and clenched my teeth and didn't speak.", "Besides that, there's a feeling that comes with it always being night,\ncold\nnight. Pa says there used to be some of that feeling even in the", "for I saw it wasn't a young lady at all but simply a light—a tiny\n light that moved stealthily from window to window, just as if one", "\"You'll quickly get over that feeling son,\" he said. \"The trouble with\n the world was that it kept getting smaller and smaller, till it ended", "And still the steps kept shuffling closer. It seemed to me that the\n inmost blanket trembled and bulged a little. Just as if they were\n burned into my imagination, I kept seeing those peering, frozen eyes.", "Ma started moaning again, \"I've always known there was something\n outside there, waiting to get us. I've felt it for years—something", "at the fire, his lined face golden in its light, and every so often\n carefully placing on it a piece of coal from the big heap beside it. Pa\n tells me there used to be guardians of the fire sometimes in the very", "fact that Pa took it seriously.\nIt's hard to hide your feelings about such a thing. When we got back in\n the Nest and took off our outside clothes, Pa laughed about it all and", "I found myself wondering whether there mightn't be something on the\n dark star that wanted us, and if that was why it had captured the\n Earth. Just then we came to the end of the corridor and I followed Pa\n out on the balcony." ], [ "You see, the dark star was going through space faster than the Sun, and\n in the opposite direction, and it had to wrench the world considerably\n in order to take it away.", "in the Big Freeze that followed—followed very quick, you know, both\n because the dark star was pulling us away very fast and because Earth's", "of the cruel little stars had come down out of the airless sky to\n investigate why the Earth had gone away from the Sun, and maybe to hunt\n down something to torment or terrify, now that the Earth didn't have", "folks. Still, some of the things I read in the old magazines sound\n pretty wild. He may be right.\nThe dark star, as Pa went on telling it, rushed in pretty fast and", "The frozen folk with minds from the dark star behind their unwinking\n eyes, creeping, crawling, snuffing their way, following the heat to the\n Nest.", "anything more than a big star. You see, I hadn't been born when the\n dark star snatched us away from the Sun, and by now it's dragged us out", "I found myself wondering whether there mightn't be something on the\n dark star that wanted us, and if that was why it had captured the\n Earth. Just then we came to the end of the corridor and I followed Pa\n out on the balcony.", "The Big Jerk didn't last long. It was over as soon as the Earth\n was settled down in its new orbit around the dark star. But it was", "miles from the next planet. And no matter how long the human race might\n have lived, the end would have come some night. Those things don't\n matter. What matters is that life is good. It has a lovely texture,", "Most of the other planets were on the other side of the Sun and didn't\n get involved. The Sun and the newcomer fought over the Earth for a", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe dark star passed, bringing with it\n \neternal night and turning history into", "Or maybe, I thought, both ideas might be true. Something coming down\n from the dark star and making the frozen folk move, using them to do", "carried us off. The Sun got a consolation prize, though. At the last\n minute he managed to hold on to the Moon.", "thought it would hit the Earth. There was even the start of a rush to\n get to a place called China, because people thought the star would hit\n on the other side. But then they found it wasn't going to hit either", "have a good time and get power and treat each other right or wrong,\n when without warning there comes charging out of space this dead star,\n this burned out sun, and upsets everything.", "You see, it's this way. We know that everything is dead out there. Pa\n heard the last radio voices fade away years ago, and had seen some of", "bit of light in those steady points speckling the blackness above. (Pa\n says the stars used to twinkle once, but that was because there was", "Of course we hadn't heard them land, since there was no air to carry\n the sound, and they'd had to investigate around quite a while before\n finding us. Their instruments had given them a wrong steer and they'd", "That was a worse idea than the one about something coming down from the\n dark star to get us.", "unfrozen\nwater!—and people seeing stars blotted out by something on a clear\n night. First off they thought it would hit the Sun, and then they" ], [ "fifth floor of the opposite apartment, which hereabouts is the floor\n just above the white blanket of frozen air. I'd never seen a live young", "for I saw it wasn't a young lady at all but simply a light—a tiny\n light that moved stealthily from window to window, just as if one", "But then the blanket actually did move and lift. And there was a bright\n light somewhere behind it. Pa's voice stopped and his eyes turned to", "When I'd recovered the pail and could look again at the opposite\n apartment, I got an idea of what Ma might be feeling at those times,", "I'd just remembered the face I'd thought I'd seen in the window. I'd\n forgotten about that on account of trying to hide it from the others.", "\"And you watched this light for some time, son?\" he asked when I\n finished.\n\n\n I hadn't said anything about first thinking it was a young lady's face.\n Somehow that part embarrassed me.", "He touched his helmet to mine so we could talk easier and he asked me\n to point out the windows to him. But there wasn't any light moving", "And still the steps kept shuffling closer. It seemed to me that the\n inmost blanket trembled and bulged a little. Just as if they were\n burned into my imagination, I kept seeing those peering, frozen eyes.", "Pa showed them to me once in quick winks of his flashlight, when\n he still had a fair supply of batteries and could afford to waste", "around inside them now, or anywhere else. To my surprise, Pa didn't\n bawl me out and tell me I'd been seeing things. He looked all around", "there looking at us the strangest way, and she carried something\n bright and unwinking in her hand. And two other faces peered over her\n shoulders—men's faces, white and staring.", "the inside that I couldn't have seen the light even if it had come out\n of one of the windows to get me. Then I had the wit to go back inside.", "I looked around at the blanket walls and the fire and the pails of air\n boiling away and Ma and Sis sleeping in the warmth and the flickering\n light.", "a little light. They scared me pretty bad and made my heart pound,\n especially the young lady.\nNow, with Pa telling his story for the umpteenth time to take our minds", "suit, I cut loose. Right away Ma got nervous and began making eyes at\n the entry-slit in the blankets and wringing her hands together—the", "You know, at first I thought it was a young lady. Yes, a beautiful\n young lady's face all glowing in the dark and looking at me from the", "\"Not like anything I ever saw,\" I told him.\n\n\n He stood for a moment frowning. Then, \"I'll go out with you, and you\n show it to me,\" he said.", "\"Long enough for it to pass five windows and go to the next floor.\"\n\n\n \"And it didn't look like stray electricity or crawling liquid or\n starlight focused by a growing crystal, or anything like that?\"", "toward the door, as if waiting for someone who never came back with\n warmth and food. They're all still and stiff as statues, of course, but\n just like life.", "And then, from beyond the blankets, I thought I heard a tiny noise. My\n skin tightened all over me.\n\n\n Pa was telling about the early years in the Nest and had come to the\n place where he philosophizes." ], [ "Ma raised a howl at the idea of being left alone, and Sis joined\n in, too, but Pa quieted them. We started climbing into our outside", "same feeling struck Pa and Ma, too. Pa got very silent all of a sudden\n and Ma kept telling the young lady, \"But I wouldn't know how to act\n there and I haven't any clothes.\"", "fact that Pa took it seriously.\nIt's hard to hide your feelings about such a thing. When we got back in\n the Nest and took off our outside clothes, Pa laughed about it all and", "Pretty soon I was feeling my familiar way through the thirty or so\n blankets and rugs Pa has got hung around to slow down the escape of", "\"You'll quickly get over that feeling son,\" he said. \"The trouble with\n the world was that it kept getting smaller and smaller, till it ended", "toward the door, as if waiting for someone who never came back with\n warmth and food. They're all still and stiff as statues, of course, but\n just like life.", "The strangers were puzzled like anything at first, but then they got\n the idea. As Pa kept saying, \"It just doesn't seem right to let this", "\"It's different, now that we know others are alive,\" he explains to me.\n \"Your mother doesn't feel so hopeless any more. Neither do I, for that", "around inside them now, or anywhere else. To my surprise, Pa didn't\n bawl me out and tell me I'd been seeing things. He looked all around", "days and we owe her all the feeling of safety we can give her. Once—it\n was when your sister was born—I was ready to give up and die, but your", "Ma started moaning again, \"I've always known there was something\n outside there, waiting to get us. I've felt it for years—something", "a little light. They scared me pretty bad and made my heart pound,\n especially the young lady.\nNow, with Pa telling his story for the umpteenth time to take our minds", "people had survived, and quite a few others with them. And when we\n found out\nhow\nthey'd survived, Pa let out the biggest whoop of joy.", "Let me tell you about the Nest. It's low and snug, just room for the\n four of us and our things. The floor is covered with thick woolly", "\"Life's always been a business of working hard and fighting the cold,\"\n Pa was saying. \"The earth's always been a lonely place, millions of", "I looked around at the blanket walls and the fire and the pails of air\n boiling away and Ma and Sis sleeping in the warmth and the flickering\n light.", "fire go out.\"\nWell, the strangers are gone, but they're coming back. It hasn't been\n decided yet just what will happen. Maybe the Nest will be kept up as", "suit, I cut loose. Right away Ma got nervous and began making eyes at\n the entry-slit in the blankets and wringing her hands together—the", "I could feel it, too. The old peace was gone. There was something\n lurking out there, watching, waiting, getting ready.", "helmet right off. That roused Ma and she joined in picking on me. She's\n always trying to get the load off her feelings, Pa explains. He shut" ] ]

[ "Who put Granthan's leg in a walking brace?", "Why did they not want to let Granthan go back to Earth?", "How did Granthan know how to reach out to the Gool?", "What was not true about the aliens?", "Why did Granthan get in the lifeboat?", "Why was it difficult for Granthan to get people to help him travel after he left the capsule?", "Describe Granthan's journey after leaving the capsule.", "Why did Granthan change from coveralls to a suit?", "What endangered Granthan on his way from the capsule to the beach?" ]

[ [ "The med people", "He did it himself", "A colonel", "The first aid cabinet" ], [ "He needed to stay out and fight the war", "He was injured very badly", "They were afraid he was being controlled by someone", "He was the only survivor of the disaster" ], [ "There was an open channel", "He was a psychodynamicist", "He copied what they had done to him", "He was a soldier" ], [ "They ate iron", "They were large", "Their mouths were above their brains", "They lived all throughout the galaxy" ], [ "To get away from the fire", "To tend to his injuries", "Because he was the only survivor", "To go back to Earth to cause damage" ], [ "The authorities had circulated his picture", "He could no longer control their minds", "He was injured", "He did not understand people" ], [ "Boat, then car, then train, then walking, then car, then cab", "Boat, then car, then train, then car, then walking, then car, then cab", "Boat, then car, then train, then walking, then cab", "Boat, then train, then walking, then car, then cab" ], [ "He had to walk through a swamp", "His coveralls were tattered", "He was in New Orleans", "He was trying to avoid detection" ], [ "Missiles", "Guns", "His injuries", "Starvation" ] ]

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[ [ "creaked, pulling at my arm. My broken leg was throbbing its indignation\n at the treatment it had received—walking brace and all—and the burned", "I came out of it clear-headed but weak. My right leg was numb, but\n reasonably comfortable, clamped tight in a walking brace. I put up", "There was a first-aid cabinet across the compartment from me. I\n tried my right leg, felt broken bone-ends grate with a sensation", "unencumbered. Unless you wanted to count the walking brace on my right\n leg and the sling binding my arm.", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "a hand and felt a shaved skull, with sutures. It must have been a\n fracture. The left arm—well, it was still there, wrapped to the", "shoulder and held out stiffly by a power truss that would keep the scar\n tissue from pulling up and crippling me. The steady pressure as the", "I pressed the release on the power truss, gingerly unclamped it, then\n rigged a sling from a strip of shirt tail. I tied the arm to my side as", "that transcended pain. I heaved with the other leg, scrabbled with\n the charred arm. The crawl to the cabinet dwarfed Hillary's trek", "the way. I went on, felt ghostly flames whipping at me—and then the\n hatch was open and I pulled myself through, forcing the broken leg.", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "port shut? In an emergency a man was capable of great exertions. But\n running on a broken femur, handling heavy levers with charred fingers\n and thinking with a cracked head were overdoing it. Still, I was", "I fumbled my way into a couch and tried to think. In my condition—with\n a broken leg and third-degree burns, plus a fractured skull—I", "watched from the platform. A rattle passed down the line and the train\n started up with a lurch. The man walked back toward the girl. I heard", "I walked the man to the door, and through it. Behind a linoleum-topped\n counter, a coarse-skinned teen-age girl with heavy breasts and wet\n patches under her arms looked up without interest as the door banged.", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks" ], [ "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan,\" Kayle said. \"It's too late—even if I could\n take the chance you were right.\"\n\n\n A different face appeared on the screen.", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "perhaps, to wreck a ship, but not the complete control needed to send a\n man back to Earth under Gool compulsion, to carry out complex sabotage.", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "Kayle was back, blanking out the startled face of the general.\n\n\n \"Goodbye, Granthan. Try to understand....\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGranthan's mission was the most vital of the war.\n\n It would mean instant victory—but for whom?\nI", "In the past, they had managed to control a man here and there, among\n the fleets, far from home, but only at a superficial level. Enough,", "\"We have you pinpointed,\" Kayle cut in. \"It's no use fighting it,\n Granthan.\"", "Presently Kayle replied. \"Yes,\" he said. \"You'll have to enter a\n parking orbit. Perhaps there will be developments soon which will make", "I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his\n belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line\n now, rapidly approaching atmosphere.", "\"Hold on,\" I said. \"I'll tell you. Recorders going?\" I didn't wait for\n an answer—not with a fifteen-minute transmission lag. I plowed on:", "From the vile nest deep under the dark surface of the Gool world in\n its lonely trans-Plutonian orbit, I had plucked the ultimate secret of\n their kind.", "\"Z four-oh-two,\" the speaker crackled. \"This is planetary control. I am\n picking you up on channel forty-three, for re-entry and let-down.\"\n\n\n There was a long pause. Then:", "For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after\n attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles" ], [ "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "I closed my eyes, reached out—as the Gool mind had reached out to\n me—and felt the touch of a Signals Officer's mind, forty thousand", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "\"\nUsing the technique I had grasped from the Gool itself, I struck,\n stifling the outcry, invaded the fetid blackness and grappled the", "As far as I knew, I was the first recorded survivor of contact with the\n Gool—if I survived.", "From the vile nest deep under the dark surface of the Gool world in\n its lonely trans-Plutonian orbit, I had plucked the ultimate secret of\n their kind.", "As the eye instantaneously detects a flicker of motion amid an infinity\n of static detail, so my inner eye perceived the subtle traces of the\n probing Gool mind, like a whispered touch deftly rearranging my buried\n motivations.", "his thoughts. It was as though my mind, having learned the trick of\n communications with others, instinctively reached out toward them.", "followed the skillful Gool mind as it engraved its commands deep in\n my subconscious. Then the touch withdrew, erasing the scars of its", "I clamped down control. The Gool mind folded in on itself, gibbering.\n Not pausing to rest, I followed up, probed along my channel of contact,\n tracing patterns, scanning the flaccid Gool mind....", "Hesitantly, I felt for the immaterial fabric of the continuum, warping\n and manipulating it, copying the Gool probe. Like planes of paper-thin\n crystal, the polyfinite aspects of reality shifted into focus, aligning\n themselves.", "Kayle was back, blanking out the startled face of the general.\n\n\n \"Goodbye, Granthan. Try to understand....\"", "discovered, worlds where food was free for the taking. Not sulphur\n alone, but potassium, calcium, iron and all the metals—riches\n beyond belief in endless profusion. No longer would the Gool tribe", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan,\" Kayle said. \"It's too late—even if I could\n take the chance you were right.\"\n\n\n A different face appeared on the screen.", "There was a soundless shriek. \"\nEffulgence! It reached out—touched\n me!\n\"", "\"... you Psychodynamics people have been telling me the Gool may\n have some kind of long-range telehypnotic ability that might make it" ], [ "smaller creatures labored over strange devices. These, my host's memory\n told me, were the young of the Gool. Here they built the fleets that\n would transport the spawn to the new worlds the Prime Overlord had", "of the alien probe. I watched as the Gool operator took over the motor\n centers, caused me to crawl through the choking smoke of the devastated\n control compartment toward the escape hatch. Fire leaped up, blocking", "The shrilling of the proximity alarm blasted through the silence. For a\n wild moment I thought Kayle had beaten me to the punch; then I realized\n it was the routine DEW line patrol contact.", "In the past, they had managed to control a man here and there, among\n the fleets, far from home, but only at a superficial level. Enough,", "From the vile nest deep under the dark surface of the Gool world in\n its lonely trans-Plutonian orbit, I had plucked the ultimate secret of\n their kind.", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "I touched his mind, planted a couple of false impressions and withdrew.\n He blinked, then started up, drove around the field, pulled up at an\n open gate with a blue-uniformed guard. He looked back at me.", "I sensed the distant shore, the hot buzz of human minds at work in the\n cities. I followed the coastline, found the Missile Base, flicked\n through the cluster of minds.", "Maybe there was something in Kayle's suspicion. If the Gool were as\n skillful as we thought, they would have left no overt indications of\n their tampering—not at a conscious level.", "discovered, worlds where food was free for the taking. Not sulphur\n alone, but potassium, calcium, iron and all the metals—riches\n beyond belief in endless profusion. No longer would the Gool tribe", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his\n belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line\n now, rapidly approaching atmosphere.", "\"Hold on,\" I said. \"I'll tell you. Recorders going?\" I didn't wait for\n an answer—not with a fifteen-minute transmission lag. I plowed on:", "I closed my eyes, reached out—as the Gool mind had reached out to\n me—and felt the touch of a Signals Officer's mind, forty thousand", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after\n attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles", "As far as I knew, I was the first recorded survivor of contact with the\n Gool—if I survived.", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "A timeless time passed. I wandered among patterns of white light and\n white sound, plumbed the deepest recesses of hidden Gool thoughts,\n fared along strange ways examining the shapes and colors of the\n concepts of an alien mind." ], [ "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "I tried to gather my wits and think my way through the situation. I\n was alone and injured, aboard a lifeboat that would be the focus of a", "I hauled at the release lever, felt a long moment of giddy\n disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking\n lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on\n the water.", "installs in seldom-used lifeboats. There were three more couches, but\n no one in them. I tried to sit up. It wasn't easy but, by applying a", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "My blackened hand fumbled at the locking wheel. Then the blast as\n the lifeboat leaped clear of the disintegrating dreadnought—and the\n world-ending impact as I fell.", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "I had barely made it to the fishing boat, whose owner I had coerced\n into rendezvousing with me before shells started dropping around us. If", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "I was still a long way from home, and I hadn't yet checked on the\n condition of the lifeboat. I glanced toward the entry port. It was\n dogged shut. I could see black marks where my burned hand had been at\n work.", "\"Later,\" I snapped. \"How about calling off your dogs now? And send\n somebody out here to pick me up, before I add sea-sickness to my other\n complaints.\"", "the gunners on the cruiser ten miles away had had any luck, they would\n have finished me—and the hapless fisherman—right then. We rode out a", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan,\" Kayle said. \"It's too late—even if I could\n take the chance you were right.\"\n\n\n A different face appeared on the screen.", "possible for them to subvert a loyal man without his knowledge. You've\n told me yourself that you blacked out during the attack—and came to on\n the lifeboat, with no recollection of how you got there.", "\"\nImpossible! Do you forget all my teachings? Cling, though you expend\n the last filament of your life-force!\n\"", "miles distant, aboard the patrol vessel. There was a brief flurry of\n struggle; then I dictated my instructions. The Signals Officer punched\n keys, spoke into his microphone:" ], [ "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "I was ten miles from shore. The capsule had its own power plant. I\n started it up, switched on the external viewer. I saw dark sea, the", "I hauled at the release lever, felt a long moment of giddy\n disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking\n lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on\n the water.", "installs in seldom-used lifeboats. There were three more couches, but\n no one in them. I tried to sit up. It wasn't easy but, by applying a", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "I flipped the switch, sat gripping the couch, my stomach rising with\n each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes.\n The missiles would be from Canaveral.", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after\n attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan,\" Kayle said. \"It's too late—even if I could\n take the chance you were right.\"\n\n\n A different face appeared on the screen.", "\"What do I do now?\" I stormed. \"Go into orbit and eat pills and hope\n you think of something? I need a doctor!\"", "I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his\n belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line\n now, rapidly approaching atmosphere.", "I opened my eyes and took a look around. I was on the floor next to\n an unpadded acceleration couch—the kind the Terrestrial Space Arm", "perhaps, to wreck a ship, but not the complete control needed to send a\n man back to Earth under Gool compulsion, to carry out complex sabotage.", "Presently Kayle replied. \"Yes,\" he said. \"You'll have to enter a\n parking orbit. Perhaps there will be developments soon which will make", "I tried to gather my wits and think my way through the situation. I\n was alone and injured, aboard a lifeboat that would be the focus of a" ], [ "I hauled at the release lever, felt a long moment of giddy\n disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking\n lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on\n the water.", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "I was ten miles from shore. The capsule had its own power plant. I\n started it up, switched on the external viewer. I saw dark sea, the", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his\n belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line\n now, rapidly approaching atmosphere.", "For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after\n attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles", "I flipped the switch, sat gripping the couch, my stomach rising with\n each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes.\n The missiles would be from Canaveral.", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "the way. I went on, felt ghostly flames whipping at me—and then the\n hatch was open and I pulled myself through, forcing the broken leg.", "I opened my eyes and took a look around. I was on the floor next to\n an unpadded acceleration couch—the kind the Terrestrial Space Arm", "inside, placed the glass of water beside it, then pulled off his grimy\n railroader's cap and pushed it through the opening. He turned. The girl", "of the alien probe. I watched as the Gool operator took over the motor\n centers, caused me to crawl through the choking smoke of the devastated\n control compartment toward the escape hatch. Fire leaped up, blocking", "installs in seldom-used lifeboats. There were three more couches, but\n no one in them. I tried to sit up. It wasn't easy but, by applying a", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "It was time to disappear. I blanked off all transmission, hit the\n controls, following my evasive pattern. And again I reached out—", "I was still a long way from home, and I hadn't yet checked on the\n condition of the lifeboat. I glanced toward the entry port. It was\n dogged shut. I could see black marks where my burned hand had been at\n work.", "I sensed the distant shore, the hot buzz of human minds at work in the\n cities. I followed the coastline, found the Missile Base, flicked\n through the cluster of minds." ], [ "Twenty minutes later I was back on the sidewalk, dressed in a\n pinkish-gray suit that had been cut a long time ago by a Latin", "\"Mr. Granthan, I am General Titus. On behalf of your country, and\n in the name of the President—who has been apprised of this tragic", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan,\" Kayle said. \"It's too late—even if I could\n take the chance you were right.\"\n\n\n A different face appeared on the screen.", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "I needed new clothes—or at least different ones—and something to\n cover my shaved skull. I couldn't stay hidden forever. The yard cop had\n recognized me at a glance.", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "distinction. I'd swapped the railroader's cap for a tarnished beret.\n The man who had supplied the outfit was still asleep. I figured", "I touched his mind, planted a couple of false impressions and withdrew.\n He blinked, then started up, drove around the field, pulled up at an\n open gate with a blue-uniformed guard. He looked back at me.", "inside, placed the glass of water beside it, then pulled off his grimy\n railroader's cap and pushed it through the opening. He turned. The girl", "in me. I had my supplies—a few candy bars and some cigarettes—stuffed\n in the pockets of the tattered issue coverall. Otherwise, I was", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "Kayle was back, blanking out the startled face of the general.\n\n\n \"Goodbye, Granthan. Try to understand....\"", "An hour later he dropped me on a street corner in a shabby marketing\n district of the city and drove off. I hoped he made out all right with\n the dark-haired girl. I spotted a used-clothing store and headed for it.", "He jumped out, opened my door, helped me out with a hand under my good\n elbow. \"I'll get your change, sir,\" he said, reaching for his hip.\n\n\n \"Keep it.\"", "I gritted my teeth, pulled myself into the car, crawled to a dark\n corner behind a crate and slumped down. I tried to evoke a personality", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGranthan's mission was the most vital of the war.\n\n It would mean instant victory—but for whom?\nI" ], [ "I hauled at the release lever, felt a long moment of giddy\n disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking\n lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on\n the water.", "Kayle's face appeared. \"Don't fight it, Granthan,\" he croaked. \"You\n penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—\"", "\"Granthan!\" he burst out. \"Where are the others? What happened out\n there?\" I turned him down to a mutter.", "\"This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without\n warning and without mercy. You were sent out to investigate the", "I was ten miles from shore. The capsule had its own power plant. I\n started it up, switched on the external viewer. I saw dark sea, the", "I flipped the switch, sat gripping the couch, my stomach rising with\n each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes.\n The missiles would be from Canaveral.", "\"I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept\n the risk.\"", "\"I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan,\" he snapped.\n \"It smacks of mysticism. But I understand what the Gool have done to\n you well enough. I'm sorry.\"", "For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after\n attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles", "to carry out the schemes of the inhuman enemy, this in no way detracts\n from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you.\"", "I blanked out the man's recollection of what had happened, caught his\n belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line\n now, rapidly approaching atmosphere.", "the gunners on the cruiser ten miles away had had any luck, they would\n have finished me—and the hapless fisherman—right then. We rode out a", "I wasn't, of course. I was still the same Peter Granthan,\n psychodynamicist, who had started out with Dayan's fleet six weeks", "The screen went on droning out instructions. I fed them into the\n autopilot, at the same time running over my approach plan. The scout\n was moving in closer. I licked dry lips. It was time to try.", "I sensed the distant shore, the hot buzz of human minds at work in the\n cities. I followed the coastline, found the Missile Base, flicked\n through the cluster of minds.", "The shrilling of the proximity alarm blasted through the silence. For a\n wild moment I thought Kayle had beaten me to the punch; then I realized\n it was the routine DEW line patrol contact.", "I had barely made it to the fishing boat, whose owner I had coerced\n into rendezvousing with me before shells started dropping around us. If", "miles distant, aboard the patrol vessel. There was a brief flurry of\n struggle; then I dictated my instructions. The Signals Officer punched\n keys, spoke into his microphone:", "inside, placed the glass of water beside it, then pulled off his grimy\n railroader's cap and pushed it through the opening. He turned. The girl", "badly embalmed mummy—except that I was hungry. I had been a fool not\n to fill my pockets when I left the escape capsule in the shallows off\n Key Largo, but things had been happening too fast." ] ]

[ "How many titles does Zen have? Choose the one best answer.", "Which best describes Zen's powers?", "Why did the physicist and anthropologist travel to Uxen?", "Why did the king offer the scientists a palace and servants?", "Why was the king not a dictator the way his dad had been?", "What best describes the princess?", "What does the word squuch mean?", "Which of the following was not one of Zen's duties as a god?", "Why did the princess have trouble completing her duties as a servant?" ]

[ [ "More than eight", "More than five", "More than ten", "More than a dozen" ], [ "He can only mentally or visibly show up when incense is burned", "He can only visibly travel and is never present only mentally", "He can mentally travel any time but can only visibly show up when incense is burned", "He can mentally and visibly show up anywhere he wants any time" ], [ "Because they needed a quiet place for research", "Because they wanted to study Zen", "Because they wanted to work on nuclear warfare research", "Because science was banned on Earth" ], [ "He had to do whatever Earth men told him to", "He wanted Zen to be able to help with their research", "He wanted to spy on their research", "He knew they were religious men" ], [ "The presence of people from Earth forced him to be more civilized against his will", "He didn't like the way his dad had been such a barbarian", "He was only the second king the people had ever had", "He was too young to be strict" ], [ "She was beautiful and strongwilled, but not smart", "She was beautiful, smart, and submissive", "She was beautiful, smart, and strongwilled", "She was beautiful and submissive, but not smart" ], [ "It is an honorable term for people", "It is a term for foreigners", "It is a degrading term for people", "It is a term for scientists" ], [ "Transporting objects", "helping with any request that was accompanied by incense", "helping the people of Uxen for thousands of years", "garbage collection" ], [ "She did not want to work for the men", "Zen refused to help her", "She did not know how to read", "She had never cooked Earth food before" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Zen the Terrible,\" the king repeated, \"Zen the All-Powerful, Zen the\n Encyclopedic. Surely you have heard of him?\" he asked in some surprise.", "\"How should\nI\nknow then?\" Zen asked unguardedly.\n\n\n The princess looked at him. \"Surely Zen the All-Knowing jests?\"", "\"Drat Zen and his days off!\" The princess was in a fury. \"Very well,\n we'll manage without Zen the Spiteful. Now, precisely what is troubling\n you, worthy and undeservedly Honored Parent?\"", "Zen took some time to figure this out.\nBut that's right!\nhe\n concluded, in surprise.", "For He tends to lose His Temper sometimes when He feels that He is\n overworked—\"\nFeels, indeed!\nZen said to himself—\"and throws things", "Zen thought.\nOne rarely finds such\n religious respect among foreigners.\n\"In fact, I've heard a great deal about him and I should like to know", "interested only in trade and tribute. They even refused to believe in\n the existence of Zen, an attitude which he found extremely irritating\n to his ego.", "\"We are all equal before Zen,\" Guj said sententiously, making the high\n xa.\n\n\n \"Praise Zen,\" Uxlu and Iximi chanted perfunctorily, bowing low.", "\"Zen will be interested to hear of this,\" the prime minister said\n cannily. He and the king nodded at one another.\n\n\n \"\nWho\ndid you say?\" Kendrick asked eagerly.", "Zen the Terrible lay quiescent in the secret retreat which housed his\n corporeal being, all the aspects of his personality wallowing in the", "\"Oh you doubted, did you?\" Terrible Zen frowned terribly. \"Well, see\n that it doesn't happen again.\" He had no intention of losing his divine\n authority at this stage of the game.", "position more in keeping with your talents—say, as a Refuse Removal\n Agent.\"\nAnd what is wrong with the honored art of Refuse Removal?\nZen", "Zen the Erudite was particularly fond of her, for she had been his best\n student in Advanced Theology. She was, moreover, an ardent patriot and", "Countenance, for there is much work to be done.\"\nSince the partitions were thin, Zen and the princess could hear most of\n the conversation in the main room. \"... First thing to do,\" Kendrick's", "for supernatural powers—for he was also\n \nZen the All-Put-Upon, a galactic sucker!", "with the heavy work, do not hesitate to call on Zen the Accommodating.\n We'll detail a priest to summon—\"", "Of course it was his holiday, but Zen couldn't resist the appeal of\n the incense. Besides he was there anyway, so it was really no trouble,\nno trouble", "leader of the underground Moolai (free) Uxen movement, with which Zen\n was more or less in sympathy, since he felt Uxen belonged to him and", "Zen couldn't help preening just a bit. At least he did his work well;\n no one could gainsay that.", "would necessarily be granted. Which was fine, because the god well\n knew who the carrier out of requests would be—Zen the Almighty, the\n All-Powerful, the All-Put-Upon...." ], [ "\"Zen the Terrible,\" the king repeated, \"Zen the All-Powerful, Zen the\n Encyclopedic. Surely you have heard of him?\" he asked in some surprise.", "Zen the Terrible lay quiescent in the secret retreat which housed his\n corporeal being, all the aspects of his personality wallowing in the", "\"How should\nI\nknow then?\" Zen asked unguardedly.\n\n\n The princess looked at him. \"Surely Zen the All-Knowing jests?\"", "for supernatural powers—for he was also\n \nZen the All-Put-Upon, a galactic sucker!", "\"Oh you doubted, did you?\" Terrible Zen frowned terribly. \"Well, see\n that it doesn't happen again.\" He had no intention of losing his divine\n authority at this stage of the game.", "Zen the Erudite was particularly fond of her, for she had been his best\n student in Advanced Theology. She was, moreover, an ardent patriot and", "Zen couldn't help preening just a bit. At least he did his work well;\n no one could gainsay that.", "\"Drat Zen and his days off!\" The princess was in a fury. \"Very well,\n we'll manage without Zen the Spiteful. Now, precisely what is troubling\n you, worthy and undeservedly Honored Parent?\"", "Zen took some time to figure this out.\nBut that's right!\nhe\n concluded, in surprise.", "seldom practiced—and in a low voice, for the door and walls were\n thin, summoned Zen the All-Capable.", "Far away in his arcane retreat, the divinity groaned to himself.\nAnother aspect of Zen's personality followed the two Earthmen as they", "For He tends to lose His Temper sometimes when He feels that He is\n overworked—\"\nFeels, indeed!\nZen said to himself—\"and throws things", "Uxlu himself, Zen admitted grudgingly, was an imposing sight to anyone\n who didn't know the old yio. The years—for he was a scant decade", "You don't know the half of it, either\n, Zen thought, shocked all the\n way back to his physical being. It had never occurred to him that the", "interested only in trade and tribute. They even refused to believe in\n the existence of Zen, an attitude which he found extremely irritating\n to his ego.", "\"Zen will be interested to hear of this,\" the prime minister said\n cannily. He and the king nodded at one another.\n\n\n \"\nWho\ndid you say?\" Kendrick asked eagerly.", "Countenance, for there is much work to be done.\"\nSince the partitions were thin, Zen and the princess could hear most of\n the conversation in the main room. \"... First thing to do,\" Kendrick's", "leader of the underground Moolai (free) Uxen movement, with which Zen\n was more or less in sympathy, since he felt Uxen belonged to him and", "\"The robot manages very well all by itself, thank you,\" Kendrick said\n quickly.\nIn his hideaway, the material body of Zen breathed a vast multiple sigh", "Hammond—\" he indicated the tall young man with him—\"is a physicist.\"\nThe king and the prime minister conferred together in whispers. Zen\n wished he could join them, but he couldn't materialize on that plane" ], [ "\"Welcome, Earthlings, to Uxen,\" King Uxlu said in the sonorous tones of\n the practiced public speaker. \"If there is aught we can do to advance", "\"If it's all mythical, why do you need a scientist then?\"\n\n\n \"A physical scientist, you mean,\" Kendrick said austerely. \"For\n anthropology is a science, too, you know.\"", "The older scientist gave a stiff bow. \"I am an anthropologist. My\n name is Kendrick, Professor Alpheus Kendrick. My assistant, Dr. Peter", "When, twenty years previously, the Earthmen had come back to their\n colony on Uxen after a lapse of thousands of years, Zen had been\n hopeful that they would take some of the Divine Work off his hands.", "become mandatory upon Uxen. The language was taught by recordings.\n Since the Uxenach were a highly intelligent people, they had all\n learned it quickly and forgotten most of their native tongue except for", "\"Uxen is a backwash,\" her father mourned. \"A planet forgotten, while\n the rest of the Galaxy goes by. Our ego has reached its nadir.\"", "\"Curious researches,\" the king said, emerging from the conference,\n \"that require both physics\nand\nanthropology.\"", "of selective breeding under which the kings of Uxen had seized the\n loveliest women of the planet for their wives had resulted in an\n outstanding pulchritude. Her hair was as golden as the ripe fruit that", "After all, since it was they who had originally established the\n colony, it should be their responsibility. But it seemed that all\n humans, not merely the Uxenach, were irresponsible. The Earthmen were", "Uxlu himself, Zen admitted grudgingly, was an imposing sight to anyone\n who didn't know the old yio. The years—for he was a scant decade", "No, things were not what they had been since the time the planet had\n been retrieved by the Earthlings. They had not communicated with Uxen", "\"Yes, Your Majesty.\" Every one of Zen's perceptors quivered\n expectantly. Earth science was banned on Uxen, with the result that its", "When the two scientists had gone, Iximi emerged from behind a\n bright-colored tapestry depicting Zen in seven hundred and fifty-three\n of his Attributes.", "working on a secret weapon. If we had it, we could free Uxen.\"", "\"He's Uxen's own particular, personal and private god, exclusive to our\n planet.\"", "never had anything to do with the Uxenach. Local ordinance forbade the\n maidens of Uxen to speak to the outlanders, and the outlanders were not", "\"An investigation of the prevalent nuclear ritual beliefs on Uxen in\n relation to the over-all matrix of social culture, and we really must", "\"Must be a new secret atomic weapon they're working on,\" Uxlu decided.\n \"Why else should they come to such a remote corner of the Galaxy? And", "And crossing his wrists in the secular xa, he led the way to where Uxlu\n the Fifteenth was seated in full regalia upon his imposing golden,\n gem-encrusted throne.", "information from them.\"\nUxlu sighed. \"I would merely have them torn apart a little—just enough\n so that they would answer a few civil questions.\" He sighed again." ], [ "\"Thank you, Your Majesty,\" the older of the two scientists said. \"We\n merely seek a retired spot in which to conduct our researches.\"", "\"You shall have our own second-best palace,\" the king said graciously.\n \"It has both hot and cold water laid on, as well as central heating.\"", "\"Researches, eh?\" the king repeated with warm interest. \"Are you\n perhaps scientists?\"", "\"Perhaps some of our technicians might be of assistance to you,\" the\n king suggested. \"They may not have your science, but they are very\n adept with their hands....\"", "\"Gentlemen,\" Guj beamed, his long white beard vibrating in an excess of\n hospitality, \"His Gracious Majesty will be delighted to receive you at\n once.\"", "me at the palace.\" And, climbing into the yio, he was off.\nThe others entered the small dwelling. \"That little trip certainly gave", "Uxlu sighed. \"The royal parks are at your disposal. You will\n undoubtedly require servants?\"\n\n\n \"We have a robot, thanks.\"", "\"And, supposing they did happen to—er—pass on, in the process, think\n of the tremendous lift to my ego. But nobody thinks of the king's ego\n any more these days.\"", "The princess gave a knowing smile. \"But they undoubtedly will need at\n least one menial to care for their dwelling. I shall be that menial. I,", "\"You certainly fixed us up fine!\" Hammond muttered disrespectfully to\n the professor. \"You should've told the king we were inventing a vacuum", "\"It's your project, sir. I gathered from the king, though,\" Peter\n added more helpfully, \"that some of the natives still do menial labor\n themselves.\"", "left the palace to supervise the erection of their prefab by the crew\n of the spaceship in one of the Royal Parks. A vast crowd of Uxenach", "\"If only,\" said the king, \"I were still an absolute monarch, I would\n teach these Earthlings some manners.\" His face grew wistful. \"Well I", "ship were being ushered into the presence of the king by none other\n than Guj, the venerable prime minister himself.", "Hammond—\" he indicated the tall young man with him—\"is a physicist.\"\nThe king and the prime minister conferred together in whispers. Zen\n wished he could join them, but he couldn't materialize on that plane", "\"And besides,\" Guj interposed, \"they will need no servants. All their\n housework is to be done by their robot—a mechanical man that performs", "\"Welcome, Earthmen, to the humble apartments of His Majesty's most\n unimportant subject,\" Guj greeted them, making a very small xa as he\n led them into the largest reception room.", "\"The king said something yesterday about servants being available,\"\n Kendrick interrupted. \"And our robot seems to have broken down. Could\n you tell us where we could get someone to do our housework?\"", "\"Curious researches,\" the king said, emerging from the conference,\n \"that require both physics\nand\nanthropology.\"", "\"Might I inquire,\" the king asked, \"into the nature of your researches?\"" ], [ "\"If only,\" said the king, \"I were still an absolute monarch, I would\n teach these Earthlings some manners.\" His face grew wistful. \"Well I", "\"And, supposing they did happen to—er—pass on, in the process, think\n of the tremendous lift to my ego. But nobody thinks of the king's ego\n any more these days.\"", "He told her what they were like in terms not even a monarch should use\n before his daughter. \"And these squuch,\" he concluded, \"are undoubtedly", "\"Zen the Terrible,\" the king repeated, \"Zen the All-Powerful, Zen the\n Encyclopedic. Surely you have heard of him?\" he asked in some surprise.", "\"No, Respected Father,\" she said, sitting on the arm of the throne. \"I\n must have just missed them. What are they like?\"", "been thrust upon him, hundreds of centuries before. He'd accepted the\n perquisites of divinity with pleasure then. It was some little time\n before he discovered its drawbacks, and by then it was too late; he had", "\"Zen will be interested to hear of this,\" the prime minister said\n cannily. He and the king nodded at one another.\n\n\n \"\nWho\ndid you say?\" Kendrick asked eagerly.", "\"Researches, eh?\" the king repeated with warm interest. \"Are you\n perhaps scientists?\"", "\"Drat Zen and his days off!\" The princess was in a fury. \"Very well,\n we'll manage without Zen the Spiteful. Now, precisely what is troubling\n you, worthy and undeservedly Honored Parent?\"", "\"It's your project, sir. I gathered from the king, though,\" Peter\n added more helpfully, \"that some of the natives still do menial labor\n themselves.\"", "\"\nLet\nourselves be conquered!\" Her father's voice rose to a squeak.\n \"\nLet\nourselves! Nobody asked us—we\nwere\nconquered.\"", "\"Oh you doubted, did you?\" Terrible Zen frowned terribly. \"Well, see\n that it doesn't happen again.\" He had no intention of losing his divine\n authority at this stage of the game.", "\"You shall have our own second-best palace,\" the king said graciously.\n \"It has both hot and cold water laid on, as well as central heating.\"", "\"You certainly fixed us up fine!\" Hammond muttered disrespectfully to\n the professor. \"You should've told the king we were inventing a vacuum", "ship were being ushered into the presence of the king by none other\n than Guj, the venerable prime minister himself.", "\"Gentlemen,\" Guj beamed, his long white beard vibrating in an excess of\n hospitality, \"His Gracious Majesty will be delighted to receive you at\n once.\"", "get along and see to the unloading of the ship. Good-by, Your\n Majesty ... Your Excellency.\" And Kendrick dragged his protesting aide\n off.", "sighed for the third time that morning—\"and rule the planet ourselves.\"\nJust then the crown princess Iximi entered the throne room. Iximi\n really lived up to her title of Most Fair and Exalted, for centuries", "without incense, and he preferred his subjects not to know that he\n could be invisibly present, especially on his day off. Of course, his", "remember how my father would have those who crossed him torn apart by\n wild skwitch.\"" ], [ "that one\n!\" he exclaimed, pointing to the princess.\n\"Nonsense!\" Kendrick told him. \"In the first place, she is obviously", "\"Oh, Omniscent One,\" the princess exclaimed, \"truly You are Wise and\n Sapient indeed, and it is I who was the fool to have doubted for so\n much as an instant.\"", "\"A woman is always ready to fight to the last man,\" Guj commented.\n\n\n \"Did you hear that, ancient and revered parent! He called me, a\n princess of the blood, a—a woman!\"", "The princess stiffened angrily. \"They'll pick me or they'll never leave\n Uxen alive and you, Your Excellency, would not outlive them.\"", "The princess gave a knowing smile. \"But they undoubtedly will need at\n least one menial to care for their dwelling. I shall be that menial. I,", "sighed for the third time that morning—\"and rule the planet ourselves.\"\nJust then the crown princess Iximi entered the throne room. Iximi\n really lived up to her title of Most Fair and Exalted, for centuries", "\"No-o-o-o, I expect not.\" The princess hugged the rosy knees\n revealed by her brief tunic and thought aloud, \"But ... just ...\n supposing ... something ... went wrong with the robot.... They do\n not possess another?\"", "\"Nonetheless, it is well worth the attempt,\" the princess declared.\n \"You will cast a spell on the robot, Guj, so that it stops.\"", "The Princess and the Physicist\nBy EVELYN E. SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by KOSSIN\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Moolai Uxen!\" the princess shouted, standing up. \"My friends, must we\n continue to submit to the yoke of the tyrant? Arise. Smite the....\"", "\"No, Respected Father,\" she said, sitting on the arm of the throne. \"I\n must have just missed them. What are they like?\"", "\"The stove is here, Almighty,\" the princess suggested, \"not against the\n door where you are pressing Your Divine Ear.\"", "\"There is no need for worry, Venerated Ancestor,\" the princess assured\n the monarch. \"All-Helpful Zen will aid me with my tasks.\"", "He told her what they were like in terms not even a monarch should use\n before his daughter. \"And these squuch,\" he concluded, \"are undoubtedly", "very different today!\" Although she seemed too beautiful to be endowed\n with brains, Iximi had been graduated from the Royal University with\n high honors.", "\"How should\nI\nknow then?\" Zen asked unguardedly.\n\n\n The princess looked at him. \"Surely Zen the All-Knowing jests?\"", "The princess sat on the steps of the throne and pondered. \"Obviously we\n must introduce a spy into their household to learn their science and\n turn it to our advantage.\"", "The princess gave him a dazzling smile. \"Moolai Uxen! We must not allow\n the beautiful Uxulk tongue to fall into desuetude. Bring back our\n lovely language!\"", "\"Why did you let yourself be conquered?\" the princess retorted\n scornfully. \"Ah, had I been old enough to speak then, matters would be", "of selective breeding under which the kings of Uxen had seized the\n loveliest women of the planet for their wives had resulted in an\n outstanding pulchritude. Her hair was as golden as the ripe fruit that" ], [ "He told her what they were like in terms not even a monarch should use\n before his daughter. \"And these squuch,\" he concluded, \"are undoubtedly", "Making the secular xa, he left the royal pair. Outside, his voice could\n be heard bellowing in the anteroom, \"Has any one of you squuch seen my\n pliers?\"", "\"\nLet\nourselves be conquered!\" Her father's voice rose to a squeak.\n \"\nLet\nourselves! Nobody asked us—we\nwere\nconquered.\"", "peasants gave a loud sniff, which changed to a squeal as she was\n honored with a pinch from the hand of royalty. \"But you will not betray", "\"Er—yes. Merely having My Bit of Fun, you know.\" He hastily inspected\n the exterior of the alleged foods. \"There appear to be legends", "\"The apparent irreverence,\" Kendrick explained in an undertone,\n \"undoubtedly signifies that he is dealing with ancillary or, perhaps,", "An expression of vivid pleasure illuminated the prime minister's\n venerable countenance. \"By fortunate chance, gentlemen, a small lot of", "Iximi gazed around the cubicle with disfavor. \"Truly it is not much,\"\n she observed. \"However, masters, if you will leave me, I shall endeavor\n to do my poor best.\"", "\"Oh, it is; it is, indeed!\" Guj said hastily. \"However, it is so\n hard to teach these backward peasants new ways.\" One of the backward", "\"If you did have the Earthlings torn apart by wild skwitch, Sire,\" Guj\n pointed out, \"then you would certainly never be able to obtain any", "\"Shhh. What I hear is fraught with import for the future of the planet.\n Moolai Uxen.\"\n\n\n \"Moolai Uxen,\" the princess replied automatically.", "your comfort whilst you sojourn on our little planet, you have but to\n speak.\"\nHe did not, Zen noted with approval, rashly promise that requests", "get along and see to the unloading of the ship. Good-by, Your\n Majesty ... Your Excellency.\" And Kendrick dragged his protesting aide\n off.", "\"No, Respected Father,\" she said, sitting on the arm of the throne. \"I\n must have just missed them. What are they like?\"", "that one\n!\" he exclaimed, pointing to the princess.\n\"Nonsense!\" Kendrick told him. \"In the first place, she is obviously", "\"Car? Oh, you mean the yio!\" Guj patted the forepart of the vehicle.\n It purred and fluttered long eyelashes. \"We breed an especially bouncy", "\"A woman is always ready to fight to the last man,\" Guj commented.\n\n\n \"Did you hear that, ancient and revered parent! He called me, a\n princess of the blood, a—a woman!\"", "\"I have been ordered to prepare the strangers' midday repast, oh\n Puissant One, and I know not what to do with all this ukh, which they", "remember how my father would have those who crossed him torn apart by\n wild skwitch.\"", "information from them.\"\nUxlu sighed. \"I would merely have them torn apart a little—just enough\n so that they would answer a few civil questions.\" He sighed again." ], [ ", Zen thought bitterly,\nsweet-talking me into becoming a god and doing all their dirty work.\n I was happy here as the Only Inhabitant; why did I ever let those", "would necessarily be granted. Which was fine, because the god well\n knew who the carrier out of requests would be—Zen the Almighty, the\n All-Powerful, the All-Put-Upon....", "\"Oh you doubted, did you?\" Terrible Zen frowned terribly. \"Well, see\n that it doesn't happen again.\" He had no intention of losing his divine\n authority at this stage of the game.", "\"Drat Zen and his days off!\" The princess was in a fury. \"Very well,\n we'll manage without Zen the Spiteful. Now, precisely what is troubling\n you, worthy and undeservedly Honored Parent?\"", "\"Zen the Terrible,\" the king repeated, \"Zen the All-Powerful, Zen the\n Encyclopedic. Surely you have heard of him?\" he asked in some surprise.", "For He tends to lose His Temper sometimes when He feels that He is\n overworked—\"\nFeels, indeed!\nZen said to himself—\"and throws things", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nElected a god, Zen the Omnipotent longed", "Zen the Terrible lay quiescent in the secret retreat which housed his\n corporeal being, all the aspects of his personality wallowing in the", "Far away in his arcane retreat, the divinity groaned to himself.\nAnother aspect of Zen's personality followed the two Earthmen as they", "Of course it would have been no trouble for Zen to carry out Guj's\n mission for him, but he believed in self-help—especially on Thursdays.", "Of course it was his holiday, but Zen couldn't resist the appeal of\n the incense. Besides he was there anyway, so it was really no trouble,\nno trouble", "Although it meant he had to overwork the other aspects of his multiple\n personality, Zen kept one free so that the next day he could join\n the Earthmen—in spirit, that was—on their excursion in search of a", "\"We are all equal before Zen,\" Guj said sententiously, making the high\n xa.\n\n\n \"Praise Zen,\" Uxlu and Iximi chanted perfunctorily, bowing low.", "interested only in trade and tribute. They even refused to believe in\n the existence of Zen, an attitude which he found extremely irritating\n to his ego.", "When, twenty years previously, the Earthmen had come back to their\n colony on Uxen after a lapse of thousands of years, Zen had been\n hopeful that they would take some of the Divine Work off his hands.", "\"There is no need for worry, Venerated Ancestor,\" the princess assured\n the monarch. \"All-Helpful Zen will aid me with my tasks.\"", "Zen couldn't help preening just a bit. At least he did his work well;\n no one could gainsay that.", "\"How should\nI\nknow then?\" Zen asked unguardedly.\n\n\n The princess looked at him. \"Surely Zen the All-Knowing jests?\"", "with the heavy work, do not hesitate to call on Zen the Accommodating.\n We'll detail a priest to summon—\"", "When the two scientists had gone, Iximi emerged from behind a\n bright-colored tapestry depicting Zen in seven hundred and fifty-three\n of his Attributes." ], [ "The princess gave a knowing smile. \"But they undoubtedly will need at\n least one menial to care for their dwelling. I shall be that menial. I,", "that one\n!\" he exclaimed, pointing to the princess.\n\"Nonsense!\" Kendrick told him. \"In the first place, she is obviously", "\"There is no need for worry, Venerated Ancestor,\" the princess assured\n the monarch. \"All-Helpful Zen will aid me with my tasks.\"", "The princess stiffened angrily. \"They'll pick me or they'll never leave\n Uxen alive and you, Your Excellency, would not outlive them.\"", "all menial duties. And you, Your Royal Highness, could not plausibly\n disguise yourself as a machine.\"", "\"Drat Zen and his days off!\" The princess was in a fury. \"Very well,\n we'll manage without Zen the Spiteful. Now, precisely what is troubling\n you, worthy and undeservedly Honored Parent?\"", "\"No-o-o-o, I expect not.\" The princess hugged the rosy knees\n revealed by her brief tunic and thought aloud, \"But ... just ...\n supposing ... something ... went wrong with the robot.... They do\n not possess another?\"", "\"A woman is always ready to fight to the last man,\" Guj commented.\n\n\n \"Did you hear that, ancient and revered parent! He called me, a\n princess of the blood, a—a woman!\"", "\"The stove is here, Almighty,\" the princess suggested, \"not against the\n door where you are pressing Your Divine Ear.\"", "\"How should\nI\nknow then?\" Zen asked unguardedly.\n\n\n The princess looked at him. \"Surely Zen the All-Knowing jests?\"", "\"Oh, Omniscent One,\" the princess exclaimed, \"truly You are Wise and\n Sapient indeed, and it is I who was the fool to have doubted for so\n much as an instant.\"", "\"Moolai Uxen!\" the princess shouted, standing up. \"My friends, must we\n continue to submit to the yoke of the tyrant? Arise. Smite the....\"", "\"Certainly not. You can see she's a troublemaker. Do you speak Earth?\"\n the professor demanded of the maid he had chosen.\n\n\n \"No speak,\" she replied.", "Iximi gazed around the cubicle with disfavor. \"Truly it is not much,\"\n she observed. \"However, masters, if you will leave me, I shall endeavor\n to do my poor best.\"", "\"Nonetheless, it is well worth the attempt,\" the princess declared.\n \"You will cast a spell on the robot, Guj, so that it stops.\"", "\"Why did you let yourself be conquered?\" the princess retorted\n scornfully. \"Ah, had I been old enough to speak then, matters would be", "Countenance, for there is much work to be done.\"\nSince the partitions were thin, Zen and the princess could hear most of\n the conversation in the main room. \"... First thing to do,\" Kendrick's", "\"You cannot do it, Iximi,\" her father said, distressed. \"You must not\n defile yourself so. I will not hear of it!\"", "\"No, Respected Father,\" she said, sitting on the arm of the throne. \"I\n must have just missed them. What are they like?\"", "\"No, but very few of these women speak Earth.\" A look of surprise\n flitted over the faces of the servants, vanishing as her royal highness\n glared at them." ] ]

[ "Why was Lanceford trekking around the planet?", "Why was it good there was so much rain on the planet?", "What was true about the bugs on the planet?", "Why was Lanceford resigned to his death?", "What happened after the native tried to help Lanceford?" ]

[ [ "To help people live longer ", "To get away from the sith", "To try to get out of the rain", "To learn more about the natives" ], [ "They needed rain to grow a rare plant", "The rain helped keep the insects away", "The sticky mud made it easier to get around", "There was nothing good about the rain" ], [ "All of them had fatal bites", "None of them had fatal bites", "They killed a lot of natives", "Some of them were harmless" ], [ "He would be known for the longest survival time on the planet", "He didn't want help from the natives", "He believed nothing could be done", "He was happy to die for a good cause" ], [ "Lanceford's paralysis went away", "The treatment did not work", "He washed his hands in disgust", "They had a telepathic connection" ] ]

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[ [ "protection suits. Lanceford never questioned the necessity or the\n inevitable price that must be paid. Like every other BEE agent, he knew\n that Niobe was crash priority—a world that\nhad", "Kron, Lanceford reflected, was a good example of the manner in which\n Nature adapts the humanoid form for survival on different worlds.", "\"Dirty luck,\" he whispered. \"Only a week more and I'd have had it\n made—the longest trek a man's made on this benighted planet.\"", "\"Of course not,\" Lanceford said with weak surprise. He hadn't dreamed\n that Kron was nearby. This might well destroy the Imperturbable\n Earthman myth that the BEE had fostered.", "could learn about machinery, but Lanceford was certain that it would\n take a good many years before the first native mechanic would set up a\n machine shop on this planet.", "and the sith fell to the ground, satisfactorily swatted. Lanceford\n grinned—score one for the human race.", "As he stepped out into the clearing, the sith darted from cover,\n heading like a winged bullet for Lanceford's neck. But the man was", "That was the trouble with exploration; one occasionally forgot that a\n world was alien. Occasionally danger tended to recede into a background", "Lanceford shrugged fatalistically. Uncomfortable as a protection suit\n was, it was better to boil in it than die without it.", "Despite the pain that tore at his throat, Lanceford managed a chuckle.\n This was ridiculous. \"Hell, no! Our only design for living is to stay", "Lanceford's eyes watered, his stomach tautened convulsively, but the\n Niobians eyed the reeking semi-solid eagerly. No meal on Niobe was", "Lanceford couldn't repress an involuntary shudder at some of the\n things they apparently enjoyed. Tastes differed—enormously so between\n Earthmen and Niobians.", "Lanceford's dreams were unpleasant. Nightmare was the usual penalty of\n sitting in on a Niobian meal and this one was worse than usual. Huge", "Lanceford looked at Kron inquiringly. \"You have a place in mind where\n we can sleep tonight?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Boss. We'll be coming to hunthouse soon. We go now?\"", "Lanceford groaned as a violent pain shot through his head. The\n anti-allergin apparently wasn't going to work, for it should have had\n some effect by now. He shrugged mentally—it was the chance one took in", "\"Lead on,\" Lanceford said, groaning silently to himself—another\n hunthouse with its darkness and its smells. He shrugged. He could", "To a Niobian, the scene was ordinary, but to Lanceford it could have\n been lifted bodily from the inferno. He had seen it before, but the", "Lanceford finished tucking the last fold of face net under his collar,\n and as he did so, Kron stood up, rising to his five-foot height", "villages. Lanceford sighed a mingled breath of relief and unpleasant\n anticipation.", "He scratched his head and pulled thoughtfully at one of his short ears.\n It was his duty to help Lanceford, but how could he? The Earthman" ], [ "The three moved onward, immersed in a drumming wilderness of rain—the\n Niobian sliding easily over the surface of the mud, the Earthman", "And it was hot, a seasonless, unchanging, humid heat that made a\n protection suit an instrument of torture that slowly boiled its wearer", "Like the dominant species on every intelligent planet in the explored\n galaxy, he was an erect, bipedal, mammalian being with hands that\n possessed an opposable thumb. Insofar as that general description went,", "\"Dirty luck,\" he whispered. \"Only a week more and I'd have had it\n made—the longest trek a man's made on this benighted planet.\"", "Despite the fact that most life is based on carbon, oxygen and water,\n there is still very little free water in the Galaxy. Most planets of\n the Confederation are semi-arid, with the outstanding exceptions of", "watery surface. Knowledge of this planet was bought with life, grim\n payment to decrease the lag between discovery and the day men could\n live and work on Niobe without having to hide beneath domes or behind", "Everywhere there was water, running in rivulets of tear-streaks down\n the round cheeks of the gently sloping land—rivulets that merged and", "Kron, Lanceford reflected, was a good example of the manner in which\n Nature adapts the humanoid form for survival on different worlds.", "That was the trouble with exploration; one occasionally forgot that a\n world was alien. Occasionally danger tended to recede into a background", "He looked down the rain-swept trail winding through the jungle.\n Niobe—a perfect name for this wet little world. The Bureau of", "The Bureau of Extraterrestrial Exploration had discovered Niobe barely\n three years ago, yet already the planet was famous not only for its\n peculiar climate, but also for the number of men who had died upon its", "hunthouse was deserted save for himself and the Earthman. With\n characteristic Niobian delicacy, the hunters had left, preferring to\n endure the night rain than be present when the alien died. Kron was", "feet rested easily on the surface of the mud, their large area giving\n him flotation that Lanceford envied. As a result, his head was nearly\n level with that of the human, although there was better than a foot", "It wouldn't do much good. In an hour, his sweat would remove whatever\n the rain missed—but for that time, it should discourage the sith. As", "little thing as understanding should cause death and suffering through\n its lack, of bewildered admiration for the grim persistence of the\n alien Earthmen, mixed with a wondering curiosity about what kept them", "A raindrop staggered it momentarily, and for a fleeting second,\n Lanceford had the insane hope that the arthropod would fall out of", "turned on every faucet and the sheets of rain that fell during the day\n changed abruptly into a deluge. Even the semi-aquatic natives didn't\n like to get caught away from shelter during the night.", "Lanceford's eyes watered, his stomach tautened convulsively, but the\n Niobians eyed the reeking semi-solid eagerly. No meal on Niobe was", "Kron looked down compassionately at the swollen features of the\n Earthman. He had seen the kef effect before, among the young of his\n people who were incautious or inexperienced, but he had never seen it", "could learn about machinery, but Lanceford was certain that it would\n take a good many years before the first native mechanic would set up a\n machine shop on this planet." ], [ "Like the dominant species on every intelligent planet in the explored\n galaxy, he was an erect, bipedal, mammalian being with hands that\n possessed an opposable thumb. Insofar as that general description went,", "That was the trouble with exploration; one occasionally forgot that a\n world was alien. Occasionally danger tended to recede into a background", "And it was hot, a seasonless, unchanging, humid heat that made a\n protection suit an instrument of torture that slowly boiled its wearer", "He looked at Kron squatting beside the trail and envied him. It was\n too bad that Earthmen weren't as naturally repellent to insects as", "But one thing in that briefly shocking contact stood out with great\n clarity. The Niobians were as eager as the BEE to establish a true", "these were no worse than those of Earth, but a half dozen species were\n deadly. The first bite sensitized. The second killed—anaphylactic", "The Bureau of Extraterrestrial Exploration had discovered Niobe barely\n three years ago, yet already the planet was famous not only for its\n peculiar climate, but also for the number of men who had died upon its", "little thing as understanding should cause death and suffering through\n its lack, of bewildered admiration for the grim persistence of the\n alien Earthmen, mixed with a wondering curiosity about what kept them", "Despite the fact that most life is based on carbon, oxygen and water,\n there is still very little free water in the Galaxy. Most planets of\n the Confederation are semi-arid, with the outstanding exceptions of", "\"Dirty luck,\" he whispered. \"Only a week more and I'd have had it\n made—the longest trek a man's made on this benighted planet.\"", "which had a well-developed philosophy and an amazing comprehension of\n semantics could be so backward in mechanics. Even the simpler of the\n BEE's mechanisms left the natives confused. It was possible that they", "system could handle the unsavory mess, but his taste buds shrank from\n the forthcoming assault. What the natives classed as a delicate and\n elusive flavor was sheer torture to an Earthman.", "Lanceford's eyes watered, his stomach tautened convulsively, but the\n Niobians eyed the reeking semi-solid eagerly. No meal on Niobe was", "were almost painfully polite. Although Earthmen were still enough of a\n curiosity to draw attention, one searching look was all their customs\n allowed. Thereafter, they minded their own business. In some ways,", "Kron, Lanceford reflected, was a good example of the manner in which\n Nature adapts the humanoid form for survival on different worlds.", "watery surface. Knowledge of this planet was bought with life, grim\n payment to decrease the lag between discovery and the day men could\n live and work on Niobe without having to hide beneath domes or behind", "Terra and Lyrane. But these two worlds were the seats of human and\n humanoid power for so long that all of their swampland had been drained\n and reclaimed centuries ago.", "could learn about machinery, but Lanceford was certain that it would\n take a good many years before the first native mechanic would set up a\n machine shop on this planet.", "He gasped, a soft breath of dismay, as realization dawned. He had\n smashed the sith hard enough to squeeze some of the insect's corrosive", "Kron looked down compassionately at the swollen features of the\n Earthman. He had seen the kef effect before, among the young of his\n people who were incautious or inexperienced, but he had never seen it" ], [ "The human was apparently resolved to die. He had told Kron his last\n wishes, which didn't include a request for help, but merely to get", "Lanceford shrugged fatalistically. Uncomfortable as a protection suit\n was, it was better to boil in it than die without it.", "villages. Lanceford sighed a mingled breath of relief and unpleasant\n anticipation.", "\"Lead on,\" Lanceford said, groaning silently to himself—another\n hunthouse with its darkness and its smells. He shrugged. He could", "Lanceford breathed wheezily. The swelling had invaded the inner\n tissues of his throat and was beginning to compress his windpipe. It", "Lanceford groaned as a violent pain shot through his head. The\n anti-allergin apparently wasn't going to work, for it should have had\n some effect by now. He shrugged mentally—it was the chance one took in", "Despite the pain that tore at his throat, Lanceford managed a chuckle.\n This was ridiculous. \"Hell, no! Our only design for living is to stay", "thankful that they were gone, for what he was about to do would shock\n their conservative souls.\nLanceford was dimly conscious of Kron prying his swollen jaws apart", "He turned toward the firepit, searched for a moment among the stones,\n nodded with satisfaction and returned to where Lanceford lay. The", "Lanceford finished tucking the last fold of face net under his collar,\n and as he did so, Kron stood up, rising to his five-foot height", "\"Of course not,\" Lanceford said with weak surprise. He hadn't dreamed\n that Kron was nearby. This might well destroy the Imperturbable\n Earthman myth that the BEE had fostered.", "As he stepped out into the clearing, the sith darted from cover,\n heading like a winged bullet for Lanceford's neck. But the man was", "Lanceford looked at Kron inquiringly. \"You have a place in mind where\n we can sleep tonight?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Boss. We'll be coming to hunthouse soon. We go now?\"", "and the sith fell to the ground, satisfactorily swatted. Lanceford\n grinned—score one for the human race.", "To a Niobian, the scene was ordinary, but to Lanceford it could have\n been lifted bodily from the inferno. He had seen it before, but the", "Lanceford's mind froze, locked in a peculiar contact that was more\n than awareness. The sensation was indescribable. It was like looking\n through an open door into the living room of a stranger's house.", "worked. If it wasn't, he reflected grimly, he wouldn't be long for this\n world.", "protection suits. Lanceford never questioned the necessity or the\n inevitable price that must be paid. Like every other BEE agent, he knew\n that Niobe was crash priority—a world that\nhad", "\"It's hard to die so far from one's people, but I guess that can't be\n helped. Old Sims gave me the score. Like he said, a man doesn't have\n much choice of where he dies in the BEE.\"", "Lanceford's eyes watered, his stomach tautened convulsively, but the\n Niobians eyed the reeking semi-solid eagerly. No meal on Niobe was" ], [ "Lanceford breathed wheezily. The swelling had invaded the inner\n tissues of his throat and was beginning to compress his windpipe. It", "Lanceford nodded, his stomach crawling with unpleasant anticipation.\n A native meal was something he would prefer to avoid. His digestive", "As he stepped out into the clearing, the sith darted from cover,\n heading like a winged bullet for Lanceford's neck. But the man was", "Lanceford groaned as a violent pain shot through his head. The\n anti-allergin apparently wasn't going to work, for it should have had\n some effect by now. He shrugged mentally—it was the chance one took in", "villages. Lanceford sighed a mingled breath of relief and unpleasant\n anticipation.", "Lanceford finished tucking the last fold of face net under his collar,\n and as he did so, Kron stood up, rising to his five-foot height", "thankful that they were gone, for what he was about to do would shock\n their conservative souls.\nLanceford was dimly conscious of Kron prying his swollen jaws apart", "\"Of course not,\" Lanceford said with weak surprise. He hadn't dreamed\n that Kron was nearby. This might well destroy the Imperturbable\n Earthman myth that the BEE had fostered.", "Despite the pain that tore at his throat, Lanceford managed a chuckle.\n This was ridiculous. \"Hell, no! Our only design for living is to stay", "He turned toward the firepit, searched for a moment among the stones,\n nodded with satisfaction and returned to where Lanceford lay. The", "Lanceford looked at Kron inquiringly. \"You have a place in mind where\n we can sleep tonight?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Boss. We'll be coming to hunthouse soon. We go now?\"", "\"Lead on,\" Lanceford said, groaning silently to himself—another\n hunthouse with its darkness and its smells. He shrugged. He could", "Lanceford's eyes watered, his stomach tautened convulsively, but the\n Niobians eyed the reeking semi-solid eagerly. No meal on Niobe was", "To a Niobian, the scene was ordinary, but to Lanceford it could have\n been lifted bodily from the inferno. He had seen it before, but the", "Lanceford's dreams were unpleasant. Nightmare was the usual penalty of\n sitting in on a Niobian meal and this one was worse than usual. Huge", "He scratched his head and pulled thoughtfully at one of his short ears.\n It was his duty to help Lanceford, but how could he? The Earthman", "Kron had given him apparently had some anesthetic properties. He felt\n dimly grateful, even though the primitive native nostrum would probably\n do no good other than to ease the pain.", "and the sith fell to the ground, satisfactorily swatted. Lanceford\n grinned—score one for the human race.", "explanation might be, it didn't affect the fact that eating native\n food was an ordeal. Yet he couldn't refuse. That would be discourteous", "could learn about machinery, but Lanceford was certain that it would\n take a good many years before the first native mechanic would set up a\n machine shop on this planet." ] ]